How much blood would she need to draw such a large rune
Yingbao just felt her scalp tingling.
How about trying a drop first
Oh, forget it, that definitely won’t work.
I have learned to draw talismans, although they are all forbidden spells, but I also know that the runes must be drawn in one stroke, and it is a taboo to draw them discontinuously.
Yingbao thought for a while, gritted her teeth, pierced two fingers with scissors, and drew along the rune.
After pinching and squeezing, the whole rune was finally drawn. The rune was seen to emit light, and the light flowed along the lines, and the stone door slowly opened.
Yingbao was completely stunned.
Behind the stone gate was actually a courtyard with bluestone paved ground and two wooden houses.
The only difference is that this courtyard is built at the bottom of a cliff, and is surrounded by cliffs that reach into the clouds.
Yingbao looked up at the sky, which was white all over, as if it was covered by white clouds.
She looked back at the cave behind her and then looked around the dim yard.
The courtyard is three meters square, with a small flower bed in the middle, but there are no flowers or trees in it.
The two wooden houses were old but not damaged.
Yingbao walked over and pushed gently, and the carved wooden door opened.
There are two round balls emitting bright light hanging on the wall inside the house, illuminating the room.
This looks like a study room, with bookshelves, a desk, and an antique shelf with a few book boxes on it, and nothing else.
Yingbao glanced around and her eyes fell on the desk.
There was a book there, and the shape of the book was very familiar.
Go over and pick up this book.
The book suddenly emitted a ray of light, which soon disappeared, and then words appeared: Three lives of cause and effect, six realms of reincarnation, when the mind arises, all things arise, when the mind ceases, all things cease, good and evil are rewarded, disasters and blessings are inherited, and one must bear the consequences himself, no one can do it for him...
Yingbao turned a page and suddenly a picture appeared in front of her eyes, as if she was in a courtyard.
The scene was so real, as if I had returned to the Governor's Mansion in my previous life.
Yingbao shuddered and slammed the book shut.
She dropped the book and took a few steps back.
This book is weird.
Yingbao turned and left the study. She wanted to enter the cave, but after thinking about it, she went to take a look in another room.
When I opened the door, there was a bed, a table and a chair inside.
There is a mirror on the table and nothing else.
**There were curtains and mats covered with dust.
However, there was a long knife hanging on the wall that looked familiar.
Yingbao's messenger walked over, took down the long sword, and tried to pull it out of the sheath to see, but it didn't work.
The knife seemed to be welded inside and I failed after several attempts.
Yingbao was not discouraged. She held it in her hand and prepared to take it out to show the blacksmith.
Afterwards, she walked to the dressing table, hesitated for a long time, and ultimately did not dare to look in the mirror.
She had a feeling that this mirror, like the book, must be weird, so she should avoid touching it.
He turned around and walked out of the house, quickly left the yard and walked into the cave.
As soon as I stepped into the cave, the stone door slowly closed behind me.
Yingbao lit a torch and quickly returned to the cave. He raised the long sword, took a look, and instantly left the cave.
He tried to pull out the knife again in his room, but still couldn't do it.
Yingbao frowned and thought for a while, then cut her finger with a pair of scissors and dripped blood on it.
Suddenly, she seemed to have an extra memory in her mind.
A woman was holding a long knife and waving it in the yard.
Yingbao gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand and pulled it out violently.
With a swish sound, the long sword was unsheathed and a flash of light passed by.
Sure enough, if you want to use it, you must shed blood to acknowledge its ownership.
Yingbao raised the corner of her mouth, she sheathed her long sword, ran to the orchard outside with it, and started swinging it as she remembered.
The long sword in her hand was like a swimming dragon, carrying rays of light, and wherever the blade went, all the grass and trees were cut.
So sharp!
Yingbao liked it more and more and she sheathed the sword.
Suddenly, a Sanskrit voice sounded in my mind: "Cause and effect in three lives, reincarnation in six realms, when the mind arises, all kinds of dharmas arise, when the mind ceases, all kinds of dharmas cease, good and evil are rewarded, disasters and blessings are inherited, you have to bear it yourself, no one can replace you..."
The Sanskrit chanting continued over and over again, causing her head to ache. Ying Bao held back her screams, and squatted on the ground, holding her head.
"Yingbao, what's wrong with you?"
Erni brought Hongxiao and her sister Jiang Xiaomei to the orchard to pick fruit. She first saw her little cousin dancing with a knife, and suddenly saw her squatting on the ground with a painful look on her face, so she hurried over to ask.
Yingbao stood up after a while and smiled: "Nothing, I just twisted my hand."
Erni looked at her little cousin strangely, and always felt that she was different now than before.
"Did you really twist your hand? Let me see."
"It's ready now." Yingbao picked up the long sword, "I'll go back first, second sister, you go ahead and do your work."
Having said that, he hurried back.
Erni didn't understand what was going on, but seeing that her little cousin was fine, she took the two sisters to pick loquats and apricots.
Yingbao returned home, threw the long sword into the cave, and fell asleep.
She slept until the next morning. When she opened her eyes, she saw her mother looking at her with a worried look on her face: "Bao'er, are you feeling unwell? Why are you always in a deep sleep?"
Yingbao rubbed her face and said, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, just a little tired."
Somehow, she felt weak after swinging the long sword, but felt better after a good night's sleep.
"Then mother will make you a bowl of egg noodles." Chunniang touched her daughter's forehead and saw that it was not hot, so she went to the kitchen to knead the dough and roll the noodles.
After washing up, Yingbao silently helped A Niang to light the fire, but she was thinking about the book in her heart.
She only had to glance at the book on the table and the words would forcefully penetrate her mind and sing in her head. This was very wrong.
It was as if she was the greatest devil in the dream, and those Sanskrit sounds were specifically designed to ward off her.
In other words, it is to influence oneself.
But how is that possible
Those people in my dreams are not like ordinary people. They can fly and hide in the ground, just like the immortals in the storybooks.
If she were an immortal, she wouldn't be reborn again and again.
And being abandoned by relatives time and time again, this is like... a kind of reincarnation technique in Buddhism.
Yingbao was a little confused.
Is she really reborn
Or are we trapped in this cycle by something, with no chance of recovery
Yingbao narrowed her eyes and suddenly thought of Chen Tiantian and Xiao Chengjun.
The two of them also appeared in his strange dream, again in the form of righteous immortals.
Also, she had a splitting headache after just a few swings with that long sword of hers.
It seemed like someone was very afraid of me using that knife, so he punished her in this way
"Baoer, the noodles are ready. Turn off the fire and come over to eat." Chunniang picked up the noodles and put them into the bowl, then put two poached eggs on the noodles and brought it to the table.
Yingbao put out the fire in the stove and got up to eat noodles. "Mom, have you eaten?"
Chunniang: "Mom has already eaten. Your father asked me to stay at home to look after you while he went to the fields to see if the wheat can be harvested."
"Is there any news from Wang Dashan and the others?" Ying Bao asked while eating noodles.
"Not yet." Chunniang sighed and picked up a piece of clothing to sew: "I hope those soldiers won't come here."
Their family had just been getting by in recent years, and then the world fell into chaos. Alas, the people are like leeks in a vegetable garden, they are harvested in prosperous times and they are harvested in troubled times. When will it end