blood fox

Chapter 71

The method Ling Yuan said is naturally good. As far as I can see, one thread of blood can be extended infinitely.

I have also seen with my own eyes that Ling Yuan used the thread of blood to force out the thread of resentment in Luo Mei's body. This is indeed a good way.

"Ling Yuan Jun." Xuan Ming looked at Ling Yuan with a frown, his beard and hair trembling slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Holding an umbrella, Ling Yuan walked up to the Buddha, looked up at the Buddha's downcast eyes, and laughed mockingly.

Then he said faintly: "The Buddha can also feed an eagle with his body."

He spoke softly, Xuan Ming turned his head to look at me, put his palms together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Then said in a deep voice, "Undress!"

From what Xuan Ming looks like, it seems that using blood to attract resentment will have an impact on Ling Yuan.

But Qin Yangyu quickly helped me in and opened the box of cinnabar.

Naturally, some monks brought the mortar and helped to grind the cinnabar into powder.

Qin Yangyu even took out a blood-sucking needle from his pocket, and then winked at Xuan Xin.

Xuan Xin immediately stepped forward, skillfully pulled out the rubber tube to tie my arm, then disinfected it with alcohol, and accurately inserted it into my blood vessel.

The bright red blood poured into the cinnabar and was slowly ground.

I looked at my own blood, which was mixed with cinnabar, giving it a rich beauty.

Qin Yangyu was well prepared, after all the cinnabar was ground, he pulled out the needle, and he immediately helped me press the wound tightly.

From the beginning to the end, Ling Yuan looked up at the Buddha, not knowing what he was thinking.

This made me think of the Jade Buddha hanging on my chest, which belonged to Ling Yuan. Looking at him like that, he doesn't seem to believe in Buddhism, but how could there be such a thing?
When my wound healed, Xuan Ming found a fine brush so that I could draw and borrow runes.

Starting from him, and then to Xuanxin, draw down one by one.

Although I have copied it before, I also painted it on Luo Mei a few days ago.

But this will be painted on the chest, back and back of hundreds of monks, and it is also difficult to write.

At the beginning, it was okay, but in the end, I just felt that I couldn't lift my wrist, and I was even more dizzy.

In the end, Xuan Xin helped me hold the cinnabar bowl, Qin Yangyu supported me, and continued to draw like this one by one.

Even so, by the time the painting was finished, it was already noon.

I was so tired that my whole body collapsed, and the clothes I had changed were soaked with sweat again, and my whole arm was sore and stiff.

It was Qin Yangyu who half supported and half hugged me, and carried me to the front futon to sit on.

Jingyuan fed me a few sips of water, and I felt breathless, and my eyes were not so blurred.

But just in time, a moonlight flashed in front of my eyes, and Ling Yuan's jade-white hand stretched out in front of me: "Hand."

I was stunned for a moment, but then Qin Yangyu raised my left hand and put my hand on Ling Yuan's palm.

He whispered to me: "The left hand is close to the heart, and the middle finger is where the pericardial meridian passes, so Ling Yuan-jun wrapped the last thread of blood on your left middle finger."

It's just that he was clearly explaining, but his voice seemed to be suffering.

I didn't pay attention to it at first, thinking it was a random entanglement, but I didn't expect that there was a saying in the middle.

But when thinking of Ling Yuan entangled the thread of blood, he also said some sentimental words.

Is there any other way to say that it is entwined with blood?

Just when I put my hand in Ling Yuan's palm, he held my hand, his five fingers intertwined and intertwined with mine.

Qin Yangyu on the side seemed to take a deep breath, then glanced away.

Ling Yuan and I clasped both hands tightly, and the thread of blood on the left middle finger slowly gushed out, like a ray of blood, directly spreading towards Xuan Ming and the others who were seated.

In my dream, I saw threads of blood spreading. Wherever it passed, the armor was shattered, and there were blood fog and stumps.

Seeing that he was going directly towards Xuanming, his heart couldn't help tightening up.

But fortunately, this time it was just like a red rope, wrapped around Xuanming Heshi's wrist, and then quickly descended, Xuanxin, Jingyuan, and other monks!

But within a few breaths, this thread of blood seems to be swimming, entangled on the wrists of all the monks.

Although it looks like it's only lightly worn, I know that once it's tightened, it will immediately hurt my bones.

Ling Yuan was still standing beside me, clasped his fingers tightly with me, and turned his head to glance at Qin Yangyu.

Although he had a bitter look on his face, he immediately took out the small knife in Xuanxin's medical bag, and lightly cut the base of my left middle finger.

The blood gushed out, but it didn't flow downwards. On the contrary, it seemed to be absorbed by a tissue, flowing along my left middle finger to the thread of blood on my fingertip.

Passing Ling Yuan's interlocking fingers with mine, Ling Yuan squeezed the thread of blood and flicked lightly.

I just felt as if the whole finger was being pulled, as if something had been pulled out of the fingertip.

Then I saw that the originally blood-colored thread seemed to be wet with blood, and there were fine blood beads on it that would not fall.

"Let's start." Ling Yuan looked down at me, but did not let go of my hand.

I vaguely feel that this is for him to suffer, but compared to letting these more than 300 monks suffer this innocent disaster, Ling Yuan...

Lengtou didn't know why it just sank, and a puff of sourness and helplessness emerged.

Having had the experience of empathy last night, I was afraid that Ling Yuan would perceive it, so I quickly suppressed the emotion in my heart that I didn't know where it came from.

With his right hand, he took out the ox-bone stick he was carrying, tapped it lightly, and recited the borrowed scriptures.

All the monks, including the two children Xuanxin Jingyuan, closed their eyes and lowered their heads, clasped their hands together, and it was peaceful.

The noon sun shines directly outside the eaves, but the inside of the main hall is still bright.

I knocked on the ox bone stick and recited scriptures in a low voice.

The thread of blood that entangled everyone seemed to start to tremble, like a spider web touched by prey, and the blood beads hanging from it bounced off from time to time and sprinkled on the robes of the monks.

At the same time, the threads of blood wrapped around the wrists of the monks tightened instantly, and the bright red blood spread from their wrists to their arms.

The monks, who had lowered their eyebrows and closed their eyes, immediately opened their eyes and looked at their wrists.

But the vibration of the blood, sometimes here, sometimes there, can't find the source at all.

Ling Yuan clasped my hand slowly and tightened, and suddenly let out a deep drink.

The thread of blood was like a tight steel wire in an instant, which made my finger bones ache, and the thread of blood wrapped around the wrists of the monks was instantly strangled deeply into the flesh.

The whole thread of blood was taut and stopped shaking.

I felt as if my left middle finger was about to be strangled, but my right hand, which was knocking on the ox-bone stick, dared not stop, chanting sutras in a low voice.

Qin Yangyu, who had been guarding by my side all the time, stood up, and from nowhere he pulled out the sword that was used in Lingyun Community, and held it tightly in his hand.

Ling Yuan raised his hand and flicked on the bloody thread, the bloody thread seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, and there was even a clanging sound.

At this moment, black strands of resentment gushed out from the wrists of all the monks, flowing slowly along the strands of blood.

Except Xuanxin...

I watched, and quickly turned to look at Ling Yuan.

Everyone is connected together like this, and blood can flow freely in everyone's body. What if they all gather in one person's body?
"Jingshen, guard your heart!" On Xuanming's wrist, there was also a thread of resentment slowly gushing out, and he recited a Buddha's name.

All the monks, including the two children Xuanxin and Jingyuan, let the thread of resentment flow on the thread of blood, and let the thread of blood go deep into the flesh, put their hands together in the middle of the mutton, and chanted sutras in a low voice arts.

All of a sudden, in the hall, scriptures rose up heavily, just like a morning class just now.

"All living beings are linked together, and disasters cannot come to an end." Qin Yangyu held the sword and said silently to me from the side: "With Lord Lingyuan guarding, nothing will happen."

(End of this chapter)