Xinche made up her mind to save people at all costs, and He Caiwei did not raise any objections, only to help him as much as possible. It was two sleepless days and nights of flipping through ancient medical books, but the two still found nothing.

"Is this the will of God?"

The lights were like beans, and the shadow of his heart was dragged and swayed by the firelight, just like his mood at the moment. If there is no improvement, he can only take the unconscious Yin Su to ask out of the valley to seek medical treatment.

He Caiwei's mood is not much better than his, she has also been tormented by her own contradictory feelings in the past few days, on the one hand, she hopes that Yin Suwen will get better soon, so that Xinche will not be sad anymore. On the other hand, she occasionally thinks that it would not be a good thing if she really couldn't wake up again, at least then Xinche would always need her help.

"Master doesn't need to be so worried, the saying that life and death are fateful, Master should understand better than Cai Wei. You and I have done our best, so why do we have to be so persistent? ”

"Persistence?"

A word woke up the person in the dream, if it weren't for He Caiwei's sentence Don't be persistent, Xin Che didn't realize that he had regarded Yin Suwen's life and death so important that he had to completely abandon his past cultivation.

"The monk abstains from greed, hatred, obsession, and obsession, and what Miss He taught me is that I have been a monk for many years and have traveled thousands of miles to the west to seek the Tao, but it is not as clear as others. It's just that God has the virtue of a good life, and she is my friend, so I can't abandon her in public or private. ”

He Caiwei believes that everything Xinche says comes from his own heart, but many things are clearer to bystanders, and perhaps even he himself has never realized which is more important in this statement of public and private, "public or private".

"Master has been to the Western Regions?"

"Yes. The scenery of the Western Regions is very different from mine, and there are not a few strange people, if there is still no panacea within the borders of the Great Departure, I plan to take her westward. ”

"Master, wait a minute."

Hearing that Xinche had traveled west for many years, He Caiwei thought of the last way to save people. A moment later, she returned with an old roll of parchment in her hand.

"Master, please see, do you denied the words on this?"

Xin Che took the scroll and opened it, and at a glance he recognized that the handwriting on the parchment was the ancient Sanskrit of the Western Regions.

"This is the pharmacopoeia in the court of the ancient Cheshi Kingdom in the Western Regions, the Cheshi Kingdom has never interacted with the Central Plains, and many years ago it changed the dynasty and even the official text was completely different, how could Miss He have such a thing?"

"A few years ago, when my father and I went into the mountains to collect medicine, I accidentally rescued a strange man with a ruined face, and at first I only thought he was a mute who had suffered a disaster, and it was not until I left that the man said that he was a man from the Western Regions. In order to repay the life-saving grace, he gave us this parchment medicine book, saying that it contains many useful recipes, and that it will come in handy one day. However, we don't know this text, and there were often wars on the frontier at that time, and the imperial court was cracking down on foreigners entering Beijing, so my father hid this paper scroll and never mentioned it again. Later, I was forced to flee, and when I fled, I didn't take anything, but brought out some medicine books and classics that I had been in my care on a daily basis, including this volume. Master is a man of great wisdom and has personally been to the Western Regions, so we might as well see if this thing can come in handy now. ”

The parchment scroll is an old object, and a lot of Sanskrit characters are densely written on the small area, and those handwritings have not been specially preserved, and after many years have been dull and weathered in several places. He Caiwei added another oil lamp to illuminate him, and Xinche carefully checked it little by little with a ruler, refusing to let go of any handwriting, and finally found a little hope when midnight was about to pass.

"Master, but I found a way to save people?"

"What is recorded here are all bizarre recipes that can live and die, flesh and bones, although they are wonderful, they can be achieved or not, and they have not yet been verified. Su Wen is in a difficult situation right now, and I am willing to give it a try even if there is only one hope for it. ”

Xinche took a pen and paper and transcribed the recipe on the parchment scroll.

"Soul Disorder: There are people who are restless and have no blood in the blood, who can't wake up after a long sleep, and the soul is flying every time they sleep, and the soul is out of the body in bed, and they are terrified, which is called soul disorder. Most of them are serious injuries after symptoms, the only way to treat them is to take the cold water decoction, add the Soul Pill to the Soul Pill to drink it, and take it twice before and after, which can be lived. ”

The pen and ink stopped, but the heart of the translation was not relaxed. The method of saving people in the article is not complicated, but a Streamer Pearl Pill plus a Soul Pill, but for the two of them now, it is more difficult to get these medicines than to ascend to the sky.

"I was fortunate enough to see that Streamer Pearl Pill once in the Western Regions, although it really existed in the world, but I had also heard that there are only two of the Ten Dynasties in the Western Regions now, and I have never heard of it in the Great Departure Country. And although the Soul Pill came from the Central Plains, it had disappeared decades ago, and it may not exist even in the royal court today. Although the recipe is good, it's a pity that the magic medicine is hard to find. ”

The little hope that Xin Che had finally hoped for was about to be shattered again, so that he could not be saddened.

"This is the Streamer Pearl Pill that Master said?"

The "Streamer Pearl Pill" in the population of the Western Regions was once called "Streamer Pearl" in the Central Plains, the former mostly regarded it as a life-saving holy medicine, and the latter did not know its effect and regarded it more as a different night pearl.

He Caiwei played in the teahouse of the bazaar when she was a child, and the gentleman who had heard the storyteller tell some strange stories about the countries of the Western Regions in private, one of which is about the Streamer Night Pearl. It is said that this bead can not only shine seven colors of bright light as day at night, but also absorb the aura of heaven and earth on the night of the full moon.

This story once left a very deep impression on He Caiwei, and when she grew up, she naturally felt that the ability to call the wind and rain was mostly exaggerated by the storyteller to coax children, but the yearning for the magic bead has always been deeply reflected in her mind.

Yin Suwen was rescued from the cliff, He Caiwei didn't know her identity or her background, she only knew that she should be the bride of a big family. But just as she was changing her clothes, the pearl of the royal gift rolled out of her belt.

He Caiwei grew up in a small portal, and she had never seen any gold and silver treasures in her life, although she didn't know much, she immediately overlapped the jewel with the streamer bead in her memory. Although there are many treasures in this world, and the night pearl is also rare, it is rare to see it as crystal clear and radiate colorful light around the body.

She knew that the treasures were valuable, and she had carefully stored the beads and Yin Suwen's old clothes in one place. Hearing this, Xinche was worried about this pearl, so he excitedly took it out and put it in front of him. The jewel was originally given to the beauty, not only because of the depth of fate, but also in the hope of returning the soul.