Chapter 397 Six Paths of Reincarnation
How much blood would it take for her to complete such a large area of runes?
Ying Bao felt her scalp numb.
How about trying a drop first?
Alas, forget it, it definitely won’t work.
I have learned how to draw runes myself, although they are all forbidden spells and the like, but I also know that runes must be drawn in one stroke, and it is taboo to draw them intermittently.
Ying Bao thought for a while, gritted her teeth, pricked two fingers with scissors, and drew along the runes.
After pinching and squeezing, the entire rune was finally painted, and the rune glowed. The light flowed along the lines, and the stone door slowly opened.
Ying Bao was completely shocked.
Behind the stone gate is a courtyard with a bluestone paved floor and two wooden houses.
It's just that this courtyard is built at the bottom of a cliff, and the courtyard is surrounded by towering cliffs.
Ying Bao looked up at the sky. It was completely white, as if it was covered by white clouds.
She looked back at the entrance of the cave behind her, and then looked at the dim courtyard.
The courtyard is three feet square, with a small flower garden in the middle. There are no flowers or trees in the flower garden.
The two cabins are old but not damaged.
Ying Bao walked over and pushed gently, and the carved wooden door opened.
There are two spheres hanging on the walls of the house that emit gleaming light, illuminating the house.
This is like a study room, with bookshelves, a desk, and a library shelf with a few book boxes on it, but nothing else.
Ying Bao glanced over it and his eyes fell on the desk.
There is a book there, the shape of the book is very familiar.
Go over and pick up the book.
The book suddenly emits a ray of light, and soon disappears, and then the text appears: Three lives of cause and effect, six reincarnations, all kinds of dharma arise in the heart, all kinds of dharma perish in the mind, retribution for good and evil, misfortunes and blessings are inherited, the body is responsible for it, no one else Generation...
Ying Bao turned over a page, and a picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She seemed to be in a courtyard.
This scene was so real, it was like I was in the Governor's Mansion in my previous life.
Ying Bao was agitated and closed the book suddenly.
She dropped the book and took a few steps back.
There is something strange about this book.
Ying Bao turned around and left the study. She originally wanted to enter the cave, but after thinking about it, she went to look in another room.
Open the door, there is a bed, table and chairs inside.
Put a mirror on the table and nothing else.
There is a tent on the bed and a mat covered with dust.
However, there is a long knife hanging on the wall, which looks familiar.
Ying Bao Shen made Gui Cha walk over and took out the long knife. He wanted to take the knife out of its sheath and take a look, but it failed to pull out.
The knife seemed to be welded in, and I tried several times without success.
Ying Bao refused to give up and held it in her hand, ready to take it out to the blacksmith.
Then I walked to the makeup table, hesitated for a long time, and finally didn't dare to look in the mirror.
She had a hunch in her heart that this mirror was just like that book, there must be something weird about it, so it was best not to touch it.
He turned around and left the house, quickly left the yard and walked into the cave.
As soon as he stepped into the cave, the stone door slowly closed behind him.
Ying Bao lit a torch and quickly returned to the cave. He looked at it with his long knife and left the cave in an instant.
I tried to pull out the knife again in my own room, but still couldn't.
Ying Bao frowned and thought for a while, then cut her finger with scissors and blood dripped on it.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a memory in her mind.
A woman was holding a long knife and waving it in the yard just now.
Ying Bao clenched the handle of the knife with one hand and pulled it out suddenly.
There was a stabbing sound, the long knife was unsheathed, and a flash of light flashed.
Sure enough, if you want to use it, you must shed blood to recognize its owner.
Ying Bao raised the corner of her mouth, sheathed her long knife, took it outside to the orchard, and started swinging it as she remembered in her mind.
The long knife was like a swimming dragon in her hand, carrying a brilliance. Wherever the blade touched, the grass and trees were broken.
So sharp!
Ying Bao liked it more and more and sheathed the sword.
Suddenly, a Sanskrit sound sounded in my mind: "Three lives of cause and effect, six paths of reincarnation, all kinds of dharmas arise in the heart, all kinds of dharmas perish in the mind, retribution for good and evil, misfortunes and blessings are inherited, you are responsible for it, no one can replace it... ·”
The Sanskrit sound was sung over and over again, giving her a splitting headache. Ying Bao suppressed her screams and squatted on the ground holding her head.
"Yingbao, what's wrong with you?"
Erni took Hongxiao and her sister Jiang Xiaomei to the orchard to pick fruits. First she saw her little cousin dancing with a knife, and then suddenly she saw her squatting on the ground with a painful look on her face, and she hurried over to ask.
Ying Bao stood up after a while and smiled: "It's nothing, I just twisted my hand."
Erni looked at her little cousin strangely, feeling that she was different now than before.
"Did you really twist your hand? Show me."
"It's fine now." Ying Bao picked up the long knife, "I'm going back first, second sister, you can do your work."
Saying that, he hurried back.
Erni didn't know why, but seeing that her little cousin was fine, she took the two sisters to pick loquats and apricots.
When Ying Bao returned home, she threw the long knife into the cave and fell asleep.
She slept until the next morning. When she opened her eyes, she saw A Niang looking at her with a worried look on her face: "Bao'er, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why do you always fall asleep and can't wake up?"
Ying Bao rubbed her face: "I'm not uncomfortable, just a little tired."
For some reason, she felt sluggish after wielding the long knife, and felt better again after taking a nap.
"My mother will make you a bowl of egg noodles." Chun Niang touched her daughter's forehead. When she saw that it was not hot, she went to the kitchen to knead the noodles.
After Yingbao washed up, she silently helped her grandma light the fire, but she was thinking about the book.
She only glanced at the book on the table, and the words forcefully entered her mind and sang in her head. This was very wrong.
It was as if she was the great devil in the dream, and those Sanskrit sounds were specially designed to conquer her.
In other words, it is to inspire myself.
But how is that possible?
Those in my dream are not like ordinary people, and all of them can fly into the sky and escape to the earth, just like the immortals in the story book.
If she were an immortal, she would not be reborn again and again.
Being abandoned by loved ones again and again is like... a kind of reincarnation technique in Buddhism.
Ying Bao was a little confused.
Is she really reborn?
Or are you trapped in this cycle by something and never be able to turn around?
Ying Bao narrowed her eyes and suddenly thought of Chen Tiantian and Xiao Chengjun.
The two of them also appeared in his strange dream, still appearing as righteous immortals.
Also, she had a splitting headache after just playing with her long knife a few times.
It seemed like someone was very afraid of using that knife, so he punished her in this way, right?
"Bao'er, the noodles are ready, put out the heat and come over to eat." Chun Niang picked the noodles into a bowl, sandwiched two poached eggs on the noodles, and brought it to the table.
Yingbao put out the stove fire and got up to eat noodles. "Mom, have you eaten?"
Chun Niang: "Mom has already eaten. Your father asked me to watch you at home while he went to the fields to see if the wheat could be harvested."
"Is there any news from Wang Dashan and the others?" Ying Bao asked while eating noodles.
"Not yet." Chun Niang sighed, picked up a piece of clothing and sewed it: "I hope those soldiers don't come to us."
Their family has been living well these past few years, but the world is in chaos. Alas, the people are like leeks in the vegetable field. They are harvested in prosperous times, and they are also harvested in troubled times. When will they end?