Can you live forever

Chapter 405 The weight of life, break through the catastrophe and become a fairy

Childbirth is always painful for a woman.

No matter what age, women's childbirth is a trip to hell.

Those who have a family tree in later generations will find that some young women will die early in the tens or twenty generations, which will lower the average life expectancy of women. This is the risk brought by childbirth.

The emergence of caesarean section has greatly alleviated this problem.

And Daming did have the relevant technology. Surgical instruments such as the lancet were already very mature in Daming, but the problem was not in surgery, but in hygiene.

The gap in technology and disinfection will directly affect the success rate of surgery.

Of course, this is only a gap in technology, not a gap in ideas. The concept of disinfection exists. For example, anesthesia also has related drugs and acupuncture anesthesia. Some "anti-inflammatory" drugs are more effective than antibiotics.

Surgery has made great progress in the Ming Dynasty, but it is still not the mainstream.

Popularization is the biggest problem in medicine.

Even women in cities seldom enjoy a technique similar to caesarean section, not to mention that in the vast countryside, almost all women have only one choice - midwife.

Lack of adequate medical resources, only midwives are the only ones who give birth, let alone check-ups.

Almost only by experience.

Then when the child is in labor, it is very likely that it will be too late to ask for a midwife, which increases the risk...

As such.

Even if it is as developed as the Ming Dynasty, the premature mortality rate has not been reduced too much, and the birth risk is still very high, but compared to other dynasties, it is still thriving.

To what extent is it thriving?

The average life expectancy of ancient Chinese people was about 30 years old, which was handed down from later generations, mainly based on Xu Shilian's "Population Theory Outline" during the Republic of China, but if you search the Internet, you will find that there are Shang and Zhou, Qin and Han, and Tang and Song Dynasties Yes, there are Yuan and Qing ones... that is, there are not Ming Dynasty ones for the good ones.

The population of Ming Dynasty is a muddled account, and the average life expectancy is also a muddled account.

Be it the Manchus or the Xiluo people, they will never let you know how brilliant the Ming Dynasty was...

But since history exists, no matter how it is destroyed or covered up, there will always be clues, and there will always be a day when the truth will be revealed. The fact is also that it is dangerous for a woman to give birth in Daming, but it is by no means the barbaric and ruthless one in the inherent concept. help.

not to mention.

Yiqiong is not an ordinary woman, her body is very strong, and the child in her womb is also healthy. There are also female ink practitioners who are proficient in medical skills in the Mohist sect. The power of the seal can even bring the dead back to life.

She is having a baby for the first time.

From the time the amniotic fluid broke to the birth of the baby, she worked hard for a whole day. Finally, on February 2th, with a burst of cries, Yiqiong successfully completed the delivery.

The female ink artist is very skilled.

Cutting the umbilical cord, clearing the fetal poison, and waking up, all in one go.

The baby girl who was born, although she kept crying, was extremely beautiful. Some children were born wrinkled, but she was radiant and beautiful. Some children took several days to open their eyes, but she suddenly stopped crying and opened her eyes wide , looking ahead...

There, a golden baby flew.

There seemed to be an inexplicable connection between the two. She subconsciously let go of her fist and opened her palm, as if she was going to touch him and grab him.

The golden baby didn't seem to expect that he would appear here, suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly realized, and stretched out his hand, holding her tightly, connected by blood...

"Oh……"

She made a shallow voice, without meaning, only intimacy.

And the hand holding her grew rapidly, no, it wasn't the hand that grew bigger, but the whole person, the body shape changed, as if time was speeding up suddenly, babies, children, teenagers...

at last.

He stopped, and the others finally saw him. He was still a golden phantom, but he was able to actually touch his daughter and hold her little hand. He finally understood what a parent is.

And finally understand how thin and cold I was in my previous life.

He will die because he gave up living a long time ago, he is fed up with that kind of life, just because his parents want to save him, so he is receiving treatment, he himself... never actively wanted to live, nor I never understood that he was not a drag, and that when he died, his parents would not be a little relieved, they would only be more mournful.

"It turns out I was so wrong."

"No wonder I couldn't understand the alchemy scriptures in my previous life. How can a person who has no intention to survive talk about longevity?"

"I haven't even thought about living on myself, so how can I straighten out that breath of innate energy?"

"I……"

"sorry."

With tears streaming down his face, he held his daughter's hand and finally understood what he had done wrong.He cried like a child until warm hands climbed onto his face and gently wiped away his tears.

She had just given birth, her face was a little pale, but she was more honorable than any war victory.

Her gentleness at this moment made the scar on her eyes no longer hideous.

She smiled and said, "We have a baby..."

"Anping."

"Come back soon, kid, I'll miss you."

Zhang Zhixiang grabbed her hand and pressed it to his face, nodded slightly, he looked at his daughter tenderly, leaned forward, his forehead was slowly touching her daughter, looking at the innocent eyes that were close at hand, he said softly: "Papa will give you the most precious gift."

"A world."

"A world of kindness."

"before that."

"Mountains can't stop me, clouds can't cover me, sky thunder can't stop me."

As he spoke, his body began to fade, and finally turned into a ray of starlight, which flew into the girl's eyebrows, passed through the sea of ​​stars, climbed up to the Kunlun Mountain, and then jumped up, closed his eyes, and let himself fall.

at last.

The body falls into the warm ocean, like the comfort of a fetus in amniotic fluid.

He sank slowly into the bottom of the sea, and he didn't see the surface of the sea again, but there was a swaying golden lotus on the bottom of the sea. The lotus was not big, but he seemed to have shrunk, and landed on the lotus like a sleeping baby. .

The petals of the lotus slowly closed, and the golden light shone through the petals.

In the coming year, it will probably grow into a lotus pod and bear lotus seeds.

Or.

When it blooms again, what blooms is not a lotus pod, but a brand new baby...

However, at the moment when the lotus closed, the sea that had always been calm changed. It became rough and the thunder rolled. It was no longer the quiet and serene amniotic fluid, but the primordial sea that gave birth to life from the thunder at the beginning of life... …

Rumbling--

The scarlet lightning crashing into the sea is a herald of the birth of life, and it also contains the ultimate destruction. In the extreme light of the lightning, it is not known whether it is a phantom, or it has opened the boundary between reality and reality.

Amidst the lightning, the thunder struck down from the robbery cloud and landed on the golden palace.

Crackling thunder and fire rushed, and the whole Wudang Mountain seemed to be baptized by a wave of energy. The earth was shaking, but the Golden Palace remained motionless. Under the vast power, the ever-burning lamp in the palace flickered wildly, as if it would go out at any time...

however.

The first thunderbolt seemed to be just a signal.

The flame in the ever-burning lamp wants to rest peacefully for a while, but it is an impossible extravagant hope. The wind and cloud are stirring, and the thunder is like rain. In the dark clouds of the sky, there seems to be some monsters roaring and roaring, and it seems to be human faces, endless. resentment.

He single-handedly promoted the Great Ming Reform, changed the future of civilization, and affected the life and death of all people in Kyushu.

Even disregarding cause and effect, he personally participated in the battle and killed the unknown.

That karma was like a raging fire burning the sky, the dark clouds in the sky began to burn, and the thunder that descended also carried this karmic fire, and when it landed on the Golden Temple, the light of the thunder would be fleeting, but the karmic fire was like a maggot attached to the bone.

in an instant.

The entire Golden Palace was surrounded by karma...

The flames were laughing and roaring, the whole hall was like a huge alchemy furnace, the fire seemed to turn everything inside into ashes.

But it's in the alchemy furnace.

Zhang Zhixiang didn't seem to feel the burning of the flames, and Zhang Zhixiang floated up, wandering and rolling amidst the influx and puff of countless flames, like a ball floating in the water.

The ape of the heart takes the clothes and uses the fire to make alchemy.

The thunder is like hell, but I still don't think it's enough. Between the sky and the earth, the thunder is even louder, but it seems that there is still no pure Yang fire, there is only this karmic fire.

A night of thunder, the Golden Palace was set on fire.

It seems endless and never ending.

The long night seems to be covered forever, and the demons continue to dance wildly.

To that karmic fire, karma is like a pile of dry wood, no, it is not a pile of dry firewood, but a dry grassland, as long as a spark falls, the flame will burn the whole sky red, forever, forever , the fire is growing, it seems that this karma will only burn more and more...

Shocking, shocking inexplicable.

Such a catastrophe, no matter which audience it is, feels out of breath, as if God wants to send people away directly...

Perhaps some monks have already seen the psychological shadow.

Fear of cultivation, fear of diligence, fear of catastrophe.

However, the parties involved are unavoidable. For Zhang Zhixiang, there is no success or failure, only life and death.

And he didn't want to die.

I don't know what kind of peaceful state of mind made Xin Yuan not move a bit. He was thundered and burned all night. In his eyes was endless exhaustion, and he wanted to give up countless times.

But he didn't.

Finally... the dark clouds began to make different noises.

At the moment when the qi of the day and the earth sympathized, a spring thunder exploded, and the power of nature swept across the world like a burst of bubbles, and instantly dissipated the ghostly atmosphere of the night.

That thunder was like the thunder at the beginning of the world.

When the thunder struck, everything revived, the heavens and the earth reconciled, and vitality flourished...

The invisible innate pure yang fire slowly drifted down under the unintentional traction, and landed on the golden hall, but it seemed like a phantom passing through reality, unhindered by the slightest, and continued to spread freely, like catkins all over the sky.

That fire, that thunder.

There is no longer any swaying on the long-burning lamp, the bright flame seems to have inexhaustible lamp oil, a cluster of flames burns between the eyebrows, and the "catkins" all over the sky are pulled by it, rolling out a hurricane.

The vortex gradually took shape as the vortex turned, and an invisible lotus flower slowly bloomed. At the lotus heart, there were lotus seeds, seeds, avenues, and longevity, and the golden light slowly fell.

Come in from the heart of heaven and plant in the heart.

From now on.

Swallowing a golden elixir into my stomach, my fate is up to me...

……

After a few months of fetal rest, it will become a pill in one day.

Dragons sing and tigers roar, and purple air comes from the east.

Zhang Zhixiang slowly opened his eyes, there was no thunder between the sky and the earth, and if I don't speak first when spring comes, the sky and the earth will also be quiet.

He walked out of the golden palace slowly, looked at the back of Patriarch Sanfeng looking at the sea through the clouds, and saw the freshness of the sky and the earth. He walked slowly to the front of the mountain steps and looked at his parents, relatives and friends, and all the Taoists at the foot of the mountain.

He was still in a daze.

Compared with the worldly things, he is closer to Xuanmiao, and he still hasn't fully "woke up". When he closes his eyes, he can see the world clearly, and he can travel around the mountains and embrace the moon.

He took a deep breath, feeling the gift of the world.

It seems to be saying to myself, but also to everyone: "All the weather is turbulent, and my Dao is prosperous."

Between the heaven and the earth, a clear air rises.

When a spring thunder explodes, the spring rain is as expensive as oil...

……

"It's raining."

In Gusu City, a woman as gorgeous as a peony pushed a wheelchair, and Lu Xixing, who wore a long gown like a blind scholar, stretched out his hand to feel the drizzle.

Even the rainwater contained traces of aura.

The aura is as lively as an elf, swimming and dancing.

His blind eyes looked in the direction of Wudang, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and he said leisurely: "Zhang Zhixiang has become a fairy."

"Become an immortal? Didn't you say it was just forming a pill?"

"It's a pill, but, isn't this a fairy? The heavens and the earth are congratulating him."

"..."

In the silence, Xu Qingshe hugged Lu Xixing tightly, and the cold tears fell on his face, unlike the rain, she sobbed: "I'm sorry."

He took her hand and said with a smile, "There's nothing to cry about."

"He won longevity, and he always wants to see life and death, but it is enough for me to accompany you and walk through this world together."

"Others say that reincarnation is suffering, but I say that reincarnation will last forever."

"If there is an afterlife, I will accompany you."

……

Capital.

A burst of spring thunder exploded, and Jiajing, who was going to court, suddenly got up, stumbled and ran down the Jinluan Hall, ran outside the hall, and shot his hand in a daze, followed by the rain, and murmured: "It's done, it's done..."

The courtiers of the Manchu Dynasty followed behind. They didn't understand at first. They didn't know who was the first to shout, so they all knelt down and congratulated: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty."

"National teachers get the way, and Kyushu looks forward to blessings."

"Humanity will last forever."

……

Shangzhou.

In front of the imperial palace in Titlan City, Emperor Shihuang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the endless sea. What he saw was the sea, and there were also boats on the sea. In the rainy and misty night, a ray of light came.

Civilization finally has a direction.

"Can different roads bloom with different brilliance?"

"The future is going to change."

"I'm looking forward to the new scenery..."

……

(PS: Regarding the materials of the Ming Dynasty, it was not only the Manchu Qing literary inquisition and Siku Quanshu that caused damage, in fact the Manchu Qing selectively kept some in the Old Summer Palace. The second Opium War, the burning of the Old Summer Palace, the main purpose It's not robbery, it's burning books and destroying history.)
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