It is said that Tang Bai was flicked by a giant shadow, like a stone that was bounced away, and he couldn't help himself, flying towards the outside of the Qingqiu Mountain Range as fast as a meteor; the torn wind whistled in his ears, and his originally seriously injured body was more like a broken porcelain, which would fall apart at any time.

Blood poured from his mouth, spilling into the endless void, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Who is that huge figure?

He kept conjecturing, and in a trance, he felt that he was going through a historical inheritance that had been drowned in the years, and he had too many questions in his mind, and these questions always appeared when he was about to merge himself into this world.

This is by no means a coincidence, from birth to death, and then reincarnated in this strange world, all life seems to be developing according to a certain trajectory, as if there is an invisible hand controlling his fate.

"Plop!"

He fell into a lake, the cold and biting water made him shudder, and suddenly he came to his senses, instinctively wanting to save himself, but then he thought about it, if he didn't save himself, would he be drowned? What would happen next? Will he be rescued?

The water poured in from his mouth and nose, and the feeling of suffocation was very uncomfortable, and the crazy thought made his face look very hideous.

He doesn't save himself!

The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, the turbidity in his chest seemed to explode, and when he was most uncomfortable, he couldn't help but drink a few sips of lake water, his stomach became more and more bulging, and his consciousness became weaker and weaker.

His mind was a mess, and he suddenly had a desire to survive, and at that moment he was wrapped in something, and a strong pull pulled him upward, and then he saw the light of the sky, and he saw the fishing nets, and the boat, and he saw a rough black face.

Whether it was a coincidence or providence, he couldn't tell the difference, perhaps, it is not easy for a person to want to die, because anyone will be afraid of death.

His body was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak, and he fainted in a daze.

When he woke up again, the sun was shining on his face through the window, warm and comfortable, and he wanted to get up, but he was affected by the wounds on his body, and he couldn't help moaning.

Then as soon as the curtain opened, a woman in a green shirt in her thirties walked in, looked at Tang Bai's face distorted by pain, and immediately shouted: "You child, don't move, if you move again, your life will be gone." ”

Tang Bai looked blankly at this strange place, a simple wooden house, the area is not large, an old square table is placed in a corner of the room, taking up most of the space, there is a wooden wedge nailed above the table, a yellow gourd is hung on it, a wardrobe without a door frame, and the carved paint on it has fallen a lot...

"Hungry, sit down, I'll bring you a bowl of chicken soup." ”

The woman in the green shirt helped Tang Bai to sit up, put a pillow on Tang Bai's back, and after feeling that there was nothing wrong, she opened the curtain and walked out.

Tang Bai shook his head, the scene before the coma came to mind, and he felt incredible for his madness.

Just as he was thinking about it, the woman in the green shirt walked in with a bowl of hot chicken soup, saw Tang Bai's appearance, stretched out her palm and raised it in front of Tang Bai, and then laughed and said, "You child, at a young age, how do you feel like an adult." ”

Tang Bai came back to his senses, his little face was slightly red, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Okay, come, take a sip of chicken soup, you've been in a coma for two days and two nights, you must be hungry!"

As soon as the green-shirted woman finished speaking, Tang Bai's stomach 'gurgling'.

The woman in the green shirt chuckled again, sat on the edge of the bed, stirred the chicken soup with a spoon, and then gently blew a spoonful of chicken soup to her mouth, and said with a smile: "Come, open your mouth." ”

Tang Bai's heart warmed slightly, this woman reminded him of Murong Xiuxiu, and when he was out of his mind, a faint fragrance entered his nose, but he saw that the woman was looking at him with a smile, her face turned red again, and she hurriedly said: "Auntie, let's do it myself." ”

Tang Bai's aunt screamed to the green-shirted woman very happily, but she pretended to be angry and said, "You are so seriously injured, don't move, be obedient." ”

When Tang Bai heard this, he didn't argue anymore, and drank the chicken soup honestly.

A bowl of chicken soup went down, and Tang Bai felt a little stronger.

The green-shirted woman went out again and brought in some steamed buns and pickles, this time Tang Bai was really embarrassed to ask her to feed herself, and the green-shirted woman did not insist, but only told Tang Bai not to move and rest more.

After eating two steamed buns, Tang Bai calmed down, his mind was concentrated in his body, he could 'see' that there were bones cracked in his body, there were blood congestion in many places, and the white mist in the sea of qi seemed to be nothing, and in the white mist, the three pages of the golden book had disappeared, but there was an extra pale cyan bead precipitated in the white mist, like a lotus seed in a lotus pod.

He suddenly remembered the giant's sentence 'Lotus planter!', could it be that he was talking about himself, the sea of qi planting lotus?

He felt that the bead in the sea of qi was a lotus seed, and he found that he knew less and less about this body.

The Golden Book, the Lotus Sutra, the Lotus Seed, the Lotus Plant, This may be a process, but as for what kind of process, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know, and he even wants to forget the scene when he can't control his body.

He needs the Lotus Sutra now.

Knowing that it was poison, he still wanted to drink it.

He sighed, shook his head, and recited the scripture.

With the sound of the warp, the 'lotus seed' of the sea of qi began to glow, and every time he read a word, a word appeared on the 'lotus seed', and this text was emitting a blue light, although it was extremely weak, but this light was connected with his body, and countless dots in his body were glowing with the 'lotus seed'.

When he finished reciting the 3,000 scriptures, the 'lotus seed' was like a glowing ball, and in this ball, there seemed to be a vigorous vitality, as if a life was born in it, and this life was breathing with the scriptures he was reciting silently.

The white mist of the sea of qi, as the breath of the 'lotus seed' entered and exited, gradually shrunk and turned into a more refined energy, and there was also a life in this energy.

Tang Bai's heart became more and more calm, his thoughts became blank with the scriptures, like a sleeping baby, without a trace of trouble, ignorant and unskeptical, like an immortal who is detached from the world, not happy, not persistent, like a Buddha who has attained liberation.

His breathing carried an inexplicable regularity, and between his breaths, two air currents were like two small snakes, going in and out of his mouth and nose, hula and a gust of wind.

The white mist of his sea of qi turned into tiny air currents, like a big river, flowing in his veins, and the vitality contained in his true qi was repairing his injuries.

His internal organs, muscles, bones, and skin all have a vitality that is the same as the 'lotus seed'.

I don't know how long it took for him to open his eyes, and although his body had not fully recovered, he felt much better than he had started.

Perhaps, even if it is an immortal scripture, it needs a process.

He moved his body, but he was still in pain, and he couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't know when he would be able to heal from his injuries.

"Little one, you're awake!"

Tang Bai raised his head, and a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man walked in from outside the door.

Tang Bai remembered that it was this middle-aged man who rescued himself from the river and was his savior.

Seeing Tang Bai's surprised appearance, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't be afraid, it's safe with me." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sword light falling from the sky, and with a loud bang, the hut was split open by the sword light, bricks and rubble flew one after another, and a long and deep ravine appeared in the ground, and the earth and stones continued to roll down into the ravine.

This sudden change made the middle-aged man completely stunned, and he sat on the ground motionless.

"Be careful!"

Tang Bai screamed, jumped up from the bed, and flew towards the middle-aged man who was still in a daze, and then the two rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the beams that fell from the sky.

This flip made Tang Bai's body tear apart again, and the cold sweat of the bean was looming in front of his forehead, and there was no trace of blood on his face, which was terrifyingly pale.

The middle-aged man also reacted, screamed in horror, suddenly remembered something, pushed Tang Bai away, stood up, and ran to the rubble scattered on the side desperately, picking up the ruins piled up, looming the body of the woman in green shirt, and next to the corpse, a broken clay pot was exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

The middle-aged man lay on the rubble, demented, muttering, crying and laughing, then picked up a brick and slapped it heavily on his head, blood spurted wildly, and with a faint smile on his face, he fell on the body of the green-shirted woman.

This is the second time Tang Bai has seen this kind of most ordinary and greatest love, and the shock to him is even more than the pain in his body; when he saw the blood of the two of them mixed together and seeped into the ground, he only felt a shocking anger in his heart, he finally knew that the "Lotus Sutra" was probably a poison, why did he still insist, knowing that it was an unfathomable abyss, why did he still jump down.

Because he needs strength, he needs great strength.

He was about to yell and vent the anger in his heart, but was interrupted by the sound of two copper cymbals of "bell, bell", the huge sound wave made his soul vibrate, his brain was blank, and the qi and blood in his body turned over the river and the sea, and in the seven orifices, blood continued to overflow.

In a trance, he saw a figure in the air, half-floating in the air, a sword light, like a swimming dragon, flying around this figure, and dozens of zhang away from him, stood a big monk, with a burly figure, bare-chested, with his feet on his feet, holding a pair of huge copper cymbals in both hands, confronting him.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the two of them, and he wanted to remember both faces.

In this world, he already owes too many people's love, too many people's lives, and he needs to do something for them.