Chapter 397： Reincarnation

How much blood does it take for her to complete such a large area of ​​runes?

Yingbao felt her scalp numb.

How about giving it a try first?

Sigh, forget it, it definitely won’t work.

I have learned to draw runes myself. Although they are some forbidden spells, I also know that the runes must be drawn in one stroke, and it is taboo to draw them intermittently.

Ying Bao thought for a while, gritted his teeth, pricked **** 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 bluestone paving 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.

Yingbao 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 garden.

The two wooden houses are very old, but not damaged.

Ying Bao walked over and pushed gently, and the carved wooden door opened.

Hung on the wall inside the house are two spheres 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 this book.

The book suddenly emits a ray of light, and soon disappears, and then the words appear: 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 him, as if he was in a courtyard.

This scene is too real, as if I have returned to the governor's mansion in my previous life.

Yingbao was agitated and closed the book suddenly.

She dropped the book and took a few steps back.

There is something strange about this book.

Yingbao turned around and left the study. He originally wanted to enter the cave, but after thinking about it, he went to another room to take a look.

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 a bit familiar.

Ying Bao Shen sent Gui Cha to 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 be pulled out.

This knife seemed to be welded in, and I tried several times without success.

Yingbao didn't give up, so she held it in her hand and prepared to take it out to the blacksmith.

Then I walked to the makeup table and hesitated for a long time, finally not daring 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 stone cave.

As soon as he stepped into the stone cave, the stone door slowly closed behind him.

Yingbao 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 room, but still couldn't.

Ying Bao frowned and thought for a while, then cut his 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 sword 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 his mouth, sheathed his long knife, ran outside to the orchard with it, and swung it as he remembered in his mind.

The long knife was like a swimming dragon in her hand, carrying rays of brilliance. Wherever the blade touched, the grass and trees were cut off.

It’s really 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. Yingbao 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."

Speaking, 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, he threw the long knife directly into the cave and fell asleep.

I slept until the next morning. When I opened my eyes, I 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?"

Yingbao rubbed his face: "I'm not uncomfortable, just a little tired."

For some reason, she felt weak after wielding the long knife, and felt better again after taking a nap.

"Then mother will make you a bowl of egg noodles." Chun Niang touched her daughter's forehead and saw that it was not hot, so she went to the kitchen to knead the noodles.

After Yingbao washed up, she silently helped her mother to light the fire, but she was thinking about the book.

She only glanced at the books 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 defeat her.

In other words, it’s to inspire yourself.

But how is it 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 a fairy, she would not be reborn again and again.

Having been abandoned by loved ones again and again, this is like... a kind of reincarnation technique in Buddhism.

Yingbao 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, and they still appeared in the image of righteous immortals.

Also, she had a splitting headache after just playing with her long knife a few times.

It seems that 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 fire and come over to eat.” Chun Niang picked the noodles into a bowl, sandwiched two poached eggs on the noodles, and brought them to the table.

Yingbao put out the stove fire and got up to eat noodles. "Mom, have you eaten?"

Chunniang: "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."

“Has there been 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 a better life these past few years, but the world has become chaotic. 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?