Zheng Wan stretched out a hand and handed it to Bai Teng. www.biquge.info At this moment, she will not sit still here, she still has to go around to find out, but Bai Teng is difficult to move, she can't keep up with her, and she can't just drop it, to be honest, Bai Teng will appear here, probably because it has something to do with herself.

Therefore, she stretched out her hand, and Bai Teng's body became illusory, and she didn't know how to deal with it, only hoping that it still had a trace of physical strength to grab her, so that she could take it with her.

Bai Teng was slightly stunned, it was undeniable that its heart was apprehensive just now, on the one hand, it was worried that the benefactor would leave it, and on the other hand, it was worried about dragging the benefactor down, but the moment Zheng Wan stretched out his hand, all it had left was gratitude.

It used all its strength to materialize a hand, put it in the hand of the benefactor, and was gently held by her, her hand was also cold, but its heart was warm, since that year she held it in her hand, it has been warm until today, and even since then, it has felt that death is no longer terrible, as long as it can die as it deserves, and its "place" is the benefactor who ended its fear.

The fear that has existed since the beginning of the chaos of memory, the fear of gradually looking at itself as invincible to death, it did not think that it would end, it once thought that this was part of life, but there was no reason, the salvation at that moment may be meaningless, maybe just because of greed, but it brings it sunshine again, it is so simple, it may be unreasonable, but she is willing to accept, admit, and like such a fate.

If it has a body at the moment, it will cry all the time. Because she knows that the benefactor who saves it is the person it likes, she will look at you coldly, will speak to you coldly, and will guard against you strictly, but as long as it treats her sincerely, it will never be abandoned or betrayed.

It is blissful, as the benefactor said, and it has found something that it is willing to spend the rest of its life for, desperate for it.

Zheng Wan walked aimlessly for a long time, because she was walking completely on her own, which made her feel slightly tired, not that she had no clue about the situation here, and the scene on the four sides did not change at all, but she took out the silk thread of her dress and marked it, indicating that she did not spin in place, nor did she stand still, but walked out of a considerable distance.

Bai Teng's condition did not get better, his whole body was full of white steam, half suspended in the air, one hand turned into substance, and she was holding it, but the situation did not continue to deteriorate.

The four sides were gray and dull, as silent as death, and even the sound of breathing, which seemed a little heavy at the moment, could not be heard, she stopped and sat down, still feeling a little tired, so she simply lay on the ground, slightly cold, but very comfortable

"Knock knock ......" Qingwei's voice suddenly circled around, and the petals were unknown, as if filling the entire space.

Zheng Guan suddenly opened her eyes, she had just fallen asleep unconsciously, to say that after the monk built the Dao Foundation, there was no need to sleep again, and just now she was really asleep, just like an ordinary person who is tired and sleeps.

But after this sleep, it seems that the exhaustion has been relieved.

She was lying on the ground, she opened her eyes on her back and saw that the four sides gradually brightened, the light had a slight hint of cyan, and with the bright light, her vision was much better, but the surroundings were empty, she couldn't see anything, and she couldn't see the end, she could only see the pale cyan mirror surface under her feet, and I don't know what the quality was, it was reflecting her shallowly.

But the strange thing is that it seems to be rippling above, like the ripples of a leaf falling into the water.

With the sound of "dong dong" like the sound of water just now, this situation is like the situation where the water falls on the surface of the water, and people are under the surface of the water, and they see the water waves swaying quietly.

After a brief "thump", the surroundings returned to silence, and there was a misty pale blue light in the distance and near and far.

Zheng Guan was in a daze, and suddenly a faint sigh swept by, and when he came back to his senses, there was no trace of him.

After this sigh, somehow, there is a virtual image in the green and meng, a pair of light yellow runyu made of bookshelves stand neatly, the shelves are dusty, shining with treasure light, on which there are a series of books, all kinds of materials are available, or silk, or brocade, or bamboo slips, or paper, or animal skin, or jade slips, roughly according to the content of the book orderly display.

This virtual image is endless, like an endless place, but when Zheng Wan raised his hand to touch it, he found nothing, just a virtual image, if you want to read the content of this, I don't know what opportunity to get?

Zheng Wan turned around a few times, but found nothing else, and after a long time, he felt that there was a bright light scattered in one of them, which was a brocade scroll, emitting a misty blue light, which was brighter than other books.

Zheng Guan's heart moved, and he raised his hand lightly to take it, and the feeling of his fingertips seemed to touch something, but he didn't seem to touch it. She turned her hand to hold it, and the palm of her hand was as good as passing through the brocade scroll, she closed her eyes, and carefully grasped the touch that had just disappeared, and then gently raised her hand, the palm seemed weightless, but the virtual brocade scroll fell into her palm.

She slowly unfolded the translucent brocade scroll, through which she could see her shoes, and the illusory words on the brocade scroll could also fall into sight.

Zheng Guan took a cursory look at it, this is the Buddhist mantra, and when she read it roughly from beginning to end, the weight in her hand disappeared immediately, and on the bookshelf, the virtual image of this sutra was lying quietly.

She tried other books again, but she couldn't see the content of the book at all, it seemed that the pale blue light was the opportunity, but how to find this opportunity was unknown.

At the right time, there was another blue light in the back, Zheng Wan hurriedly ran over, but when she arrived, the blue light had already disappeared, and the virtual image of the book emitting blue light was lying quietly.

She frowned slightly, she didn't use spiritual power at all, she walked completely by physical strength, and when she held a book in her hand, the consumption of physical strength seemed to accelerate, and it seemed that the realization of the virtual image was because of absorbing her physical strength.

As soon as I finished reading that book, I could feel that the physical exertion was extraordinary, and I was really tired and a little drowsy after running like this.

As a result, even if some books were readable at a certain time, she would not be able to see them because of physical problems. So, how do you make sure you find what you're looking for?

It seems that only by waiting for the rabbit, finding the area where what you want to know, and keeping watching, can you lose the opportunity to read the book in the first place.

There is something that can be gained.

Therefore, Zheng Guan no longer cares about the intervals and occasional blue light, and only looks for what he is looking for, but it is difficult to find it only by the title of the book, who knows where the words "Mother Earth" will appear in which book?

Because he was a little tired from walking, Zheng Guan simply stopped slightly, and thought about what the wheel runner of the cloud sleeve said at the beginning, he used the principles of Buddhism to explain the mother of the earth technique, is it in the Buddhist scriptures? However, the earth mother art is not only an art, but is it in the pile of many books about the art? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. )