Cute Scripture of Mountains and Seas

Even though she couldn't see it at all, and couldn't even detect her breath, Taichu's body showed the outline of the injured girl little by little in front of Mei Xue.

Her figure is very petite, she looks like an easily broken work of art, her hands and feet are very slender, but for some reason, when Mei Xue looks at her outline, she can feel an unusually hard aura.

Even though he was in a coma, even though his whole body was stained red with blood, the aura didn't weaken at all, rather it became sharper, like a sharp sword.

Mei Xue couldn't remember when she had met such a special girl. A girl with such a special temperament should never be forgotten by him.

Unless... Seeing the young girl wrapped in Taichu, Mei Xue sighed softly.

Sure enough, is it one of the nine hundred and ninety-nine broken loves in the past?

Only in this way can he explain why he felt familiar without even seeing the girl's face, and felt that a soft part of his heart was touched.

That must be a very, very special girl to him, so even if the past relationship was cut off, there was still an indelible trace left behind.

Therefore, he has no way to leave her injured alone.

Taking two steps forward, Mei Xue stretched out her hand to check the girl's injuries.

Danger! Taichu immediately conveyed the highest level of alarm to Mei Xue, which was a deadly red alarm that made Mei Xue's back chill.

"Ghost Emperor's right hand!" Mei Xue summoned her ultimate force without even thinking about it. A huge arm stood upright in front of Mei Xue, blocking hundreds of sword qi bursting out from the girl's body.

These sword qi are invisible and invisible, each one can penetrate gold and stone, and it is completely indiscriminate and large-scale attack.

After the sword qi erupted, the Dragon Garden where Mei Xue lived was completely plowed, and there were criss-cross ravines everywhere. The remains of ghost crabs were directly cut into a large number of small pieces by the sword qi, ready to be served on a plate at any time.

"It's dangerous." If it wasn't for Taichu's reminder, Mei Xue would never have thought that the girl who had passed out would hide this last counterattack method, which was obviously prepared for the enemies who were chasing her.

However, because of this, the figure of a girl who erupted with these body-protecting sword energy finally appeared in front of Mei Xue.

This is a weak young girl, her skin is as white as fresh snow, her thin body is covered with tiny scars, and on her snow-white hands are engraved runes of several ancient swords intertwined together.

At this moment, the runes of these ancient swords were shining, but the light gradually weakened. Obviously, the situation of the girl was not good.

Mei Xue approached the girl cautiously, this time finally there was no invisible sword energy erupting, but the girl's breathing also became weaker, almost to the point of being inaudible.

Oops! Just looking at the girl's appearance, Mei Xue knew that things were more difficult than she expected.

He held the girl's hand hastily, checked her pulse, then her hands and feet, and her whole body according to the pharmacist's unique method.

One, two, three... After ten breaths, Mei Xue's face became extremely ugly. As a junior pharmacist recognized by the pharmacist union, he had seen all kinds of seriously injured more than once.

Some fell from cliffs, some were accidentally attacked by wild animals, and even a few were lifted out of secret realms.

But no matter what kind of injury it was, it was nothing compared to the current girl.

The pulse was close to zero, Mei Xue had never seen such a low pulse that could still come alive.

The heartbeat was almost stopped, even the tortoise's heartbeat was ten times faster than hers.

Breathing is also close to no, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is breathless.

As for the specific injuries, Mei Xue can make a list.

The left hand was fractured, and it was counterattacked by unknown sword energy, and the medicine was ineffective.

Right hand, wrist comminuted fracture, it is difficult to connect.

The head suffered a major blow, and I am afraid that when I wake up, my memory will be confused.

The body, internal organs are all seriously injured, and immortality is already a miracle among miracles.

How on earth did she escape? Based on Mei Xue's experience, it was like being crushed by a mountain, and it was unbelievable that she survived.

But she did struggle to survive, as if there was a force in her body desperately maintaining her vitality, so that the girl's body, which was already close to exhaustion, did not completely collapse.

But this is not possible, no matter what the power is, the girl's condition is still getting worse little by little under Mei Xue's diagnosis.

The current situation is like the process of crushing the camel. Every once in a while, a straw will be added to the girl's injury. When the last straw is put in, the girl's body will completely collapse.

Mei Xue could even foresee the tragedy of the final collapse. This abnormal injury would directly cause the girl's heart to rupture and her whole body to bleed to death.

Her vitality was flowing unstoppably, and this was the biggest reason why she fell into a coma. Because the power in her body was no longer enough to maintain her sanity, she took the initiative to let her enter this state of minimum consumption.

If she hadn't entered this self-protective coma, the girl would have died long ago.

"It can't be cured... what should I do..." Mei Xue looked at the list of injuries she had made, and could only shake her head constantly.

Yes, it can't be saved, even though he has already crossed the line of an intermediate pharmacist, and is even comparable to a high-level pharmacist in cultivating elixir, but the girl's injury is too tragic, far beyond the scope of his treatment.

He still has solutions for the broken hands and feet, but there is no cure for the exhaustion of internal organs, not to mention the girl's terrible heart failure and brain damage. Mei Xue was shocked that she was still alive.

Every second, the girl's life will be lost, and Mei Xue can even estimate her death date. If this continues, even if there is that mysterious power in her body to support her, she will definitely not live until tomorrow morning.

Even if Mei Xue has forgotten the nine hundred and ninety-nine love relationships in the past, it is absolutely impossible for him to watch the girl he once liked die in front of him.

The relationship is broken, which doesn't mean that he really has nothing to do with them, it's just that he is no longer in that intoxicating and sweet love.

For him, the girls he fell in love with were all good girls, and they were all fate in the past.

Therefore, when she realized that the girl in front of her was approaching a dead end step by step, something in Mei Xue's heart was touched.

You must have unfulfilled wishes, that's why you came to this Dragon Garden.

Although I can't remember your name or the moment I met you, since I met you here again, you shouldn't stay here.

Yes, no.

won't let you die.

I will not let you die here.

Mei Xue embraced the girl's body, placed her across her lap, and began to meditate with her eyes closed.

Is there any way, is there any way to save her?

The heart vein has been broken, all internal organs are damaged, and it is impossible to even drink medicine, let alone strengthen the body and nourish the blood, this is a near-death injury for which medicine stones have almost no effect.

Mengmeng, tell me, is there any way to save her?

Mengmeng appeared in front of Meixue carrying a lantern, illuminating this small world.

Mengmeng told Meixue:

"Mei Xue, there is a way. The way lies in your own heart. You have that kind of power."

"Feel carefully, feel the power you have, as long as it is you, you can definitely do it."

"Because, you are the owner of the world of Shan Hai Jing, the person my mother likes the most."

Mei Xue stared at the cute eyes that were different from usual, then nodded slowly.

"Then, let's start." Mengmeng placed a small lantern on the forehead of the unconscious girl, lighting up the light representing hope.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..." Mei Xue hugged the girl who had already walked into death step by step, and according to her intuition, she gently recited the scriptures representing the root of Buddhism.

A golden light flashed, and Da Zi Zai Hui Jian rarely showed his real body in the real world, and then inserted in front of Mei Xue, automatically condensing a golden halo, guarding Mei Xue who had entered the state of epiphany.

Mei Xue had a dream. In the dream, he turned into an ancient tree, a big tree that has gone through vicissitudes and has been guarding one side of the land.

This tree has lived for a long, long, long time, and its descendants have spread all over the forest. If you look around, as long as you can see it, there are its descendants shaking in the wind.

Now, this ancient tree has finally come to its end. In the few days, I watched my descendants coexist with this land, and watched those alive and kicking little guys running around my withered self. Running around is the only fun it has.

And in front of this big tree that was about to die, stood a sword, a long sword with scars all over its body and broken parts everywhere.

I can no longer see the decoration on the sword clearly, and I can't remember where the sword came from, why I have been waiting in this forest for countless years, it seems that this incomplete ancient sword has been here since the day I can remember .

Now, the ancient tree is about to die, but the sword is still here, standing in the ground in front of the ancient tree as it has been for thousands of years.

Surrounding the sword are countless withered leaves, most of which are the old leaves of ancient trees. Under the layers of fallen leaves, only a small half of this ancient sword is still exposed on the ground, which looks like A rock is generally ignored.

The ancient tree knew that it was about to return to the earth, and the last bit of vitality in its body was slowly passing away.

It knows that this is the inevitable fate, it has lived long enough, and after it dies, it will become a part of the earth, and good moss and mushrooms will grow on its decayed body, making this forest more beautiful Full of life.

It doesn't care about death, because it didn't leave any regrets when it was alive. Compared with those of the same kind that were burnt to ashes after being burned by thunder, it is lucky to have passed its life in peace.

Beside it, there are many gentle children, these are its descendants, children who have not yet given birth to their own consciousness.

Most of these young trees will not have the opportunity to give birth to their own consciousness, and even they themselves are occasionally obtained a portion of the essence of heaven and earth in the falling of the power of the stars, thus obtaining their own consciousness.

So it is not afraid of death, because this is the fate trajectory given to it by the stars.

Whether it is the pain and joy of living, whether it is the loneliness and sorrow of death, in the eyes of it who has lived for so long, they are just an insignificant part of the long river of fate.

Including its own death, the same is true.

This world will not change because of its death. It is not an ancient life like it that guides the world, but a new life that is more powerful and full of vitality.

However, before dying, it looked at the dilapidated and scarred sword with some reluctance.

After it died, there was no one to accompany this forgotten ancient sword.

In spring, no one will drive away those little beasts for this sword.

In summer, no one would block the sword from the scorching sun.

In autumn, no one will brush off too many fallen leaves for this sword.

In winter, no one will dispel the terrible cold for this sword.

It is about to die, and this sword without a master will continue to wait here, waiting for the impossible hope.

Because it is bound here, by this land, by its sad fate, it is the same as it, it is a little bit of an existence that is going to perish, but its death time is a little longer than it, more longer.

Forgotten by the world, it has spent countless springs, summers, autumns and winters with it, countless days and sunsets, and the wind and rain have not changed, until it has reached the end of its life one step ahead of it.

It vaguely remembers that long, long ago, there was no forest here, only a planted seed and this scarred sword.

Who planted it, who put the sword in front of it, it has forgotten, and it seems that there is no need to pursue the answer.

This piece of forest, this piece of heaven and earth, is formed by spreading seeds little by little, giving birth to vitality, and finally forming.

For it, this is the whole world, it is the origin of this world, it is the creator of this world, in this small world, it is the oldest life.

The seeds bred in its body grew up using it as a seedbed, and then flew in all directions, making the world even wider.

The blooming white flowers are the proof of the birth of life.

Already, there is nothing to be nostalgic about, here is where it ends.

After a long, long time, it is finally going to bid farewell to this world. This world created and expanded by it is the proof that it has lived.

Now, it has to do one last thing, bid farewell to the friends who have accompanied it for so many years.

Although this friend could never speak or respond to its voice, it was the only one who had been with it for thousands of years and had never been separated.

This small world is the proof of the time the two spent together, the memory of the world.

"Bodhi... is immortal..." At the darkest moment before dawn, the ancient tree looked up at the dark sky, and his whole body began to recover its youth miraculously.

That is its last power, a miracle formed by gathering the power of this world.

As far as the eye can see, all the trees convey tenderness to the dying one, and selflessly lend their vitality to it, to the world's first ancient tree—the ancient Bodhi tree.

Small white flowers are blooming beautifully on its body, the flowers blooming for it that died peacefully,

In its life, it did not have any great achievements worth boasting about, and no one has ever heard its name. During these tens of millions of years, it has only done one thing, and that is to continuously disperse its own seeds. This barren world is planting a breath of life little by little.

One thousand years, ten thousand years have passed, and the originally desolate world with only a small tree and an ancient sword has become a green world with no end in sight and a forest full of vitality.

That is the trace left by it throughout its life, the proof of its existence in this world.

Starting from a small seed, it has gone through its own life little by little. There are no magnificent adventures, no incredible miracles, and it is so deeply rooted in this barren land, until the flowers bloom and the seasons cycle. 's arrival

It gave birth to everything in this world.

It is the original origin of this world and the only witness.

It is fate, so that when life comes to the end, everything in the past will appear in front of the ancient Bodhi tree, making it smile.

It turns out that this is its mission and the reason for its existence.

It turned out that it, which was about to die like this, still had its final mission, and the initial mission had not yet been completed.

This world, everything here, appeared for that mission.

A world in a grain of sand, among the heavens and myriad worlds, this small world appeared and was conceived because of that one person's wish.

This is the fate, the fate formed between it and him in the vast world and thousands of galaxies.

"Wake up...you...shouldn't be sleeping here..."

"You haven't found... your destiny..."

"Your end...is not here..."

A soft golden light bloomed from the ancient Bodhi tree, just falling on the dilapidated ancient sword. Under the golden light, the damaged part of the ancient sword began to recover unbelievably, and the original posture of the ancient sword began to change a little bit. wake.

It is a sword that can penetrate the heavens and worlds, declaring that the power of the seas and mountains is no longer bound by any rules. It is a sword left by a peerless sword repairer known as the supreme sword.

She is the Heavenly Sword, the last vestige of the myth of swordsmanship in the seas and mountains.

"Go back." The body of the ancient bodhi tree turned into dust little by little, and in the dancing of countless small white flowers, it has gone through tens of millions of years for this world, but only a short time for the world of seas and mountains. A short night's life.

It is its destiny to die peacefully and complete its own mission at the last moment.

This is the profound meaning of "Bodhi", the supreme and wonderful method of Buddhism, one tree and one withered glory that Mei Xue realized, the Buddhist avenue of life and death reincarnation in Bodhi.

Thus, Mei Xue obtained the Kurong Dao of Buddhism, escaped into Buddhism, and finished the book. (If I write like this...)