Bodhi needs to be watered with the blood of a saint whose life is "three-star Linkong", and the blood poured out will not be effectively restored. Water every 5 minutes, with the sea of clouds rootless water, until the blood is completely absorbed by the Bodhi seed.

The effect of absorption is random, it is possible that the blood is exhausted and the Bodhi cannot take root, and it is possible that only a little blood can make the Bodhi flower bloom and take root and leaves.

The blood of a saint poured into the Bodhi Son may even put his life into it.

When the ink master heard this, he asked worriedly, "Is the randomness in your mouth really irregular?"

"Huang" said with a smile: "The effect is almost successful, depending on the heart of the saint who poured Bodhi." The heart is the catalyst, and everything pays attention to sincerity and spirit. ”

Such ambiguous words were mixed with imperceptible meanings, and Mo Shi sank his restless heart, thinking that Mo Qiuhuai had also opened his "mind", at least he could achieve the realm of "mind not disordered".

It's just that the sincerity in the mouth of "Huang" refers to what does it mean?

......

Bai Mangfangtian, Mo Qiuhuai sat cross-legged, Tianyan's sharpness crossed his palm, and drops of bright red blood slapped on the skin of the red leaf spirit fruit, splashing beautiful blood droplets and scattering flowers.

Mo Qiuhuai picked up the scoop and scooped some cloud mist water, and carefully sprinkled it on the Bodhi Zi covered with scarlet blood. The blood flowing from the Bodhi Seed gradually melted into the fruit, and the clouds and mist that had not yet dried slid into the white ground and disappeared.

Seeing that the hourglass beside him was running to the bottom, he quickly turned it over and repeated the previous action of blood-poured Bodhi.

Time flowed through Mo Qiuhuai's fingertips minute by minute, moistening Mo Qiuhuai's eyebrows.

Mo Qiuhuai's lips were already white, and his trembling hands were still holding blood, constantly watering the red leaf spirit fruit in front of him.

Quick, root, ......sprout! I can't stand it anymore.

Mo Qiuhuai, who had lost too much blood, began to shake in front of him, and his memories kept flashing back and forth in his heart like a marquee.

Walk...... Marquee...... I...... Are you going to die......

Bei Yan bit his lower lip tightly, and the scarlet smell of blood stimulated a cautious consciousness in Mo Qiuhuai's mind. The marquee did not disappear, but gradually became extremely clear.

Plain...... Plain String ......

The memory of the marquee did not return to Earth, but appeared in the place where he first met Suxian, in the middle of the night.

Su Xian took off his face, and his face was expressionless, looking at Wan Chongshan with a calm face and Mo Qiuhuai with an idiot look.

In a flash, I saw Su Xian kicking himself vigorously in the Sumeru Illusion to wake up himself who had just woken up from the Earth Illusion, and then Su Xian summoned three Styx ravens to protect himself against the Star Palace Qin Yan.

In the end, the two leaned on the lake, cooked a pot of fish, and chatted about life and ideals.

Plain...... Plain String ...... I...... In order to get the top spot in Takein, I just wanted to capture your heart with a beautiful man's cooking trick, and then when you left me for the first time, you told me about your background, and told me that you just wanted to use me, but I was a little sad, and I wasn't sure if I really liked you......

In six years, I worked so hard, in fact, I wanted to forget you. You make my heart numb, and I hate this feeling of not being able to calm my mind.

But when I see you again, I think this is fate, since you and I meet again, this time...... I'm going to die here...... It must also allow you to successfully reverse your destiny......

I don't want to...... I don't want to see you die...... I don't want to be alone for a few years...... I...... Mo Qiuhuai...... What you want...... It's forever!

Because one hand was too painful, Mo Qiuhuai scratched the other hand. When it was difficult for his two hands to bleed, he began to scratch other parts of his body, and over time, Mo Qiuhuai himself became a bloody person without knowing it, and he who had already lost consciousness was now left with the behavioral instinct of irrigating Bodhizi.

As the last grain of sand of the hourglass ran out, Mo Qiuhuai's body fell, covered the Bodhi seed that had not taken root and blossomed with one hand, and swallowed his last breath.

......

The two of them had already sensed the chilling changes in Bai Mang's sky, and they both dived in. "Huang" calmly looked at Mo Qiuhuai, who was already dying, and finally put his eyes on the hourglass.

Mo Shi picked up Mo Qiuhuai's cold body and howled Mo Qiuhuai's name and surname.

"Stinky boy, stupid boy, autumn ...... Autumn ...... You wake up. Master Mo's voice trembled a little, he had been full of confidence in this watering, but the current situation was completely unexpected...... Why? How is that possible?

"Qiu Huai, you said that you are the protagonist, you said that the protagonist is the son of God, and he will not die! So, don't scare me, open your eyes, open them!"

"Huang" reluctantly patted the ink master on the shoulder and sighed, as if to say "festival mourning changes".

The hourglass on the ground was picked up by "Yellow", and he blew lightly, and the sand in the hourglass instantly filled the hourglass, and the yellow sand turned into white sand, and finally broke the hourglass, which was controlled by "Yellow" with gas in the palm of his hand.

"Huang" said slowly: "It seems that my estimate is correct, if I tell Mo Qiu that the hope of the sand in the world is in Bodhizi, he will definitely fight for his life and will definitely insist on blood to pour Bodhi." ...... But...... I'm sorry I lied, the Bodhi Seed is real, but how can there be human sand inside the Bodhi Seed?"

Mo Shi turned around, his red and swollen eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was so frightened that "Huang" took two steps back.

"Eh, don't look at me like this, think about it, if he dies, how can you, as a human spirit, stare at me with such unkind eyes?"

Mo Shi said angrily: "You lied, you lied to Mo Qiuhuai, and you lied to me!"

"Huang" sighed and said, "Isn't there anything I can't do...... The Bodhi Seed can only be watered with the blood of a saint, and the process cannot be stopped, if it is not used as the driving force in his heart, how can it be successfully irrigated? Moreover, my lies are not all nonsense, what do you see in my hands?"

The ink master stared at the white sand swirling in Huang's hand and muttered, "It's just sand in the hourglass...... Wait a minute...... Could it be ......"

"Huang" smiled: "It seems that you guessed right, that's right, it is the only remaining sand in the world, I have been hiding it in the hourglass to cover its unique edge, so as to escape the power of heaven's damnation and coexist with me in the realm of Kunlun." ”

"Yellow" squatted down, and the white sand was scattered on the epidermis of the blood bodhi.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the fruit cracking, and the short roots stretched into the sand, and the blood-soaked sand shone with a golden glow, and began to divide continuously, one in two, and two in four.

One life is two, two is three, and three is everything.

The original fine white sand instantly covered the white mangfang sky, becoming the earth of the cave sky.

Bodhi's roots have gradually become more numerous, taking root in the sand sea of the world, frantically absorbing the nutrients of the white sand.

"Huh?" Huang sighed, "The effect is so good, this kid's blood is strange, this smell is ...... It turned out to be a spirit swallowing technique? It seems...... Pangu finally made his choice...... In this contest between fate and Tianyiheng, it is really hard to say who will win and who will lose. ”

The ink master carried Mo Qiuhuai on his back to prevent him from being swallowed up by the gradually spreading sea of sand.

The Bodhi seed in the sand of the world has bloomed a green shoot, and in a few breaths, it has become a stout uncle, and the big tree is full of red leaves and white flowers.

"Huang" muttered: "The world does not know what the Bodhi tree looks like, and many speculations are nonsense. As everyone knows, on the Bodhi tree, flowers and leaves coexist, the red leaves represent hell, and the white flowers represent heaven. A thought of life is like this, a thought of hell, a thought of heaven, and an enlightenment under the tree, what you see through is not the impermanence of life and death in the world, but the fact that all things are just an ordinary flowering scene between heaven and hell. You can't just listen to what others say, you can only decide what you want to do. ”

Master Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing how to reply to this inexplicable and wonderful sentence.

Mo Qiuhuai, who was dying on his shoulder, suddenly raised a middle finger and said weakly: "Senior, please stop pretending, I really don't understand, I ...... I want to sleep......"

When Master Mo heard this, he was a little happy and a little worried, and hurriedly shouted: "Qiu Huai, don't sleep, don't sleep." ”

"Huang" touched his long beard and said, "It's okay, he's fine, you put him down, and I'll treat him." ”

The ink master lay Mo Qiuhuai flat on the beach in the world, only to see "Huang" gently raise his fingertips, and the sand grains flew up obediently, and the fine and dazzling white sand reflected the light, crawling all over Mo Qiuhuai's body, revealing only one head.

"Huang" caressed Mo Qiuhuai's forehead, silently reciting an obscure and tactful tune, and the grains of sand in the world were affected by this strange rhythm and danced happily.

The wounds and blood stains on the bare skin were gradually calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the face was still a little pale and did not look healthy.

As a human spirit, Mo Master could also feel that Mo Qiuhuai's body was very empty.

"Huang" picked up Mo Qiuhuai, beckoned Master Mo to enter Mo Qiuhuai's body, and then got up and left Baimang Fangtian.

At this time, the white mangfang sky is no longer the original white and vast scenery without heaven and earth, as far as the eye can see, it is all a sea of white sand, and in the sea of sand, there is a burly tree with red leaves and white flowers. It's just that there is still no sky, only sand and big trees remain.

Above the sea of clouds, a long-bearded Confucian man carried Mo Qiuhuai on his back and walked forward steadily. The rhythm of Mo Qiuhuai's breathing gradually eased, and he shouted Su Xian's name. "Yellow" lamented the infatuation in the world, and it is always unforgettable.

For a while, he was full of emotion, sounded the intermittent memories in his mind, felt Mo Qiuhuai's breathing behind him, and muttered: "I hope you won't regret what happened today in the future...... Brother Mo...... That's all I can do for you...... Maybe we'll see each other again in a thousand years......"

After finishing speaking, Mo Qiuhuai behind "Huang" was held up by the clouds and gradually sent out.

"Huang" reluctantly glanced at Mo Qiuhuai, pinned an hourglass to his waist, turned around, and returned to the direction of the water curtain.

"Goodbye, Brother Mo, my next task is to defend Baimang Fangtian. When we meet, I will give you back a magnificent view of heaven and earth......"