Opening his eyes, Zhu Yi looked at his small hand. Turning his head, he saw the calendar on the wall. It was December 3rd, 1980 in the Chinese calendar. The thick, solid black characters told Zhu Yi that this was not a dream.,Flowers bloom and wither, the Manjusaka blooms for a thousand years, falls for a thousand years. There are no flowers without leaves, and no leaves without flowers, just like in past lives and present lives, what couldn't be reached in the past life cannot be reached in this life, and this life will not repeat the past.,Zhu Yi also didn't pretend. Besides, the person in front of him wasn't someone he, a five-year-old, could handle. He was a real Venerable, the existence that people called gods in legends. 。。