Chapter 195 Extra Story, Fall 2
In the past 200 years, with the rapid development of science and technology, human beings have become more and more convinced of the power of science, and gradually sneered at the terms "god" and "immortal", only thinking that they are dross of feudal superstition.
Coupled with the gradual lack of aura, the situation of monks is getting worse and worse, and it is more difficult to advance in cultivation. Even later, the life span is not much different from that of ordinary humans.
This has also led to fewer and fewer people who know about the journey of cultivating immortals.
Thousands of years ago, gods were born from human beliefs. At that time, many gods were born together, but with the passage of time, they all gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
He will naturally perish when he loses the power of faith.
He will disappear into the world just like those auras and fairy qis.
That's all.
He was just a little worried about the girl he raised.
The god raised his hand to touch Huanyan's head, and his bony fingers stroked Huanyan's soft hair.
"In a short while, I will dissipate, and you can only rely on yourself in the future." His tone was the same as before, neither sad nor happy, flat and flat.
It's just that there is a touch of softness in the eyes looking at Huanyan.
Huanyan recovered from the shock, she grabbed the god's sleeve and said, "I don't want to leave you."
"You've been by my side long enough, you should go out and make a living on your own." The god smiled softly, with a kind face, "I know, you are a playful and troubled person, and you were imprisoned for more than 100 years before. For nearly 100 years and staying on the mountain for me, I have long felt bored."
"No!" Huanyan retorted, "I'm not bored at all with you!"
There was also a smile in the eyes of the gods, but he didn't say anything, just silently withdrew his hand, and sat on the head of the bed again.
Huanyan bit her lip, and asked after a while: "Then how long can you live?"
Since she can't change the reality of the god's fall, she must at least cherish the remaining time when she can be with the god.
"Judging from my state, it's only seven or eight years at most." The god's tone was calm, and he didn't face the fear of death at all, but was quite calm.
His waking time is getting shorter and shorter, and when he can't wake up at all, it will be the time when he falls.
According to the development trend, he has at most seven or eight years left.
Seven or eight years is quite a long time for human beings, but for him and Huanyan, it is just a snap of the fingers.
In such a short period of time, it doesn't make much sense to linger on. It's better to do one more thing before falling.
Thinking of this, Shenming looked up at Huanyan.
Just as Huanyan was about to say something, when she met the eyes of the gods, she forgot what she just wanted to say.
After finishing cross-legged, Shenming patted the empty part of the bed in front of him, and said to Huanyan, "Sit on it."
Huanyan did not doubt that he was there, took off her shoes obediently, sat on the stone bed, and faced the god face to face.
The god held Huanyan's hand and posed for Huanyan in a training pose.
Huanyan obediently complied.
The god withdrew his hand and looked at the position of Huanyan's left chest: "You don't have a heart or blood, so you don't have the body temperature of a human being. It doesn't matter on the mountain, but walking alone in the future may cause you trouble. Necessary trouble."
Huanyan blinked her eyes, not quite understanding what the god meant.
The god patiently explained: "Although in the future, monks may also disappear in history, but at any time there may be some capable people and strange monks. Some people are similar to the previous monk, and they have a great understanding of good and evil. The definition is very clear, once your identity is discovered, you will not be given any chance to defend yourself, and will directly attack you."
He raised his hand and gently tapped Huanyan's forehead: "For your safety, I decided to give you my heart. With my heart, you can hide your own aura to a large extent, and also allow you to have About the same temperature."
Huanyan's expression tightened: "In that case, wouldn't you die immediately?"
She subconsciously wanted to get off the bed, but found that she couldn't move.
Obviously, when the god tapped her forehead just now, it froze her body.
"My death is an established fact," the god said while making a formula, "Instead of lingering on for a few more years, I would rather do one more thing for you while I still have the energy left."
"I don't agree!" Huanyan stared at the god, expressing her objection clearly for the first time, "I don't want your heart!"
"I know you won't agree, so I controlled you in advance." The god smiled softly, "This is my own decision, and you don't need to agree."
After that, his hand slowly stretched into his chest.
With the blessing of the law, there was no scene of blood splashing on the spot. It was as if he took out his own heart from a container, smooth and clean.
Then he silently recited the incantation, and slowly planted his heart into Happy's chest.
The process is not very long, and it will be completed in a short while.
The god withdrew his hand and said to Huanyan: "The breath of God and your breath of evil thoughts naturally conflict. Although I have cast a protective spell that will not hurt your life, your body will be very uncomfortable at first. It takes a long time to master the balance, and it depends on your own efforts."
"My lord!" Huanyan's eyes filled with tears, and her eyes were sad, "I don't want you to die."
The god smiled again.
But he said nothing of comfort.
At this time, it is futile to say more.
But he believes that time can always heal the pain.
"This is the last gift I can give you." The god gently caressed Huanyan's face, and his usually calm tone became gentler than ever before, "Ayan, live well and be happy of……"
Before he finished speaking, his divine form slowly dissipated, and finally completely disappeared in front of Huanyan.
With the fall of the god, the shackles on Huanyan disappeared, and finally regained her mobility.
But at this moment, she can no longer hold back anything.
Before the sadness could even erupt, Huanyan was turned upside down by the severe pain in her heart.
She fell down on the stone bed, every meridian in her body trembled with pain.
Such tremendous pain caused her to pass out quickly.
From then on, began a long period of coma.
In a coma, the body and the heart are constantly adapting to each other, looking for a balance point.
Until one day after 100 years, she finally fully adapted to the heart of the gods and woke up.
Unfortunately, under the influence of long-term coma and conflicting internal forces, she lost all her past memories.
(End of this chapter)
In the past 200 years, with the rapid development of science and technology, human beings have become more and more convinced of the power of science, and gradually sneered at the terms "god" and "immortal", only thinking that they are dross of feudal superstition.
Coupled with the gradual lack of aura, the situation of monks is getting worse and worse, and it is more difficult to advance in cultivation. Even later, the life span is not much different from that of ordinary humans.
This has also led to fewer and fewer people who know about the journey of cultivating immortals.
Thousands of years ago, gods were born from human beliefs. At that time, many gods were born together, but with the passage of time, they all gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
He will naturally perish when he loses the power of faith.
He will disappear into the world just like those auras and fairy qis.
That's all.
He was just a little worried about the girl he raised.
The god raised his hand to touch Huanyan's head, and his bony fingers stroked Huanyan's soft hair.
"In a short while, I will dissipate, and you can only rely on yourself in the future." His tone was the same as before, neither sad nor happy, flat and flat.
It's just that there is a touch of softness in the eyes looking at Huanyan.
Huanyan recovered from the shock, she grabbed the god's sleeve and said, "I don't want to leave you."
"You've been by my side long enough, you should go out and make a living on your own." The god smiled softly, with a kind face, "I know, you are a playful and troubled person, and you were imprisoned for more than 100 years before. For nearly 100 years and staying on the mountain for me, I have long felt bored."
"No!" Huanyan retorted, "I'm not bored at all with you!"
There was also a smile in the eyes of the gods, but he didn't say anything, just silently withdrew his hand, and sat on the head of the bed again.
Huanyan bit her lip, and asked after a while: "Then how long can you live?"
Since she can't change the reality of the god's fall, she must at least cherish the remaining time when she can be with the god.
"Judging from my state, it's only seven or eight years at most." The god's tone was calm, and he didn't face the fear of death at all, but was quite calm.
His waking time is getting shorter and shorter, and when he can't wake up at all, it will be the time when he falls.
According to the development trend, he has at most seven or eight years left.
Seven or eight years is quite a long time for human beings, but for him and Huanyan, it is just a snap of the fingers.
In such a short period of time, it doesn't make much sense to linger on. It's better to do one more thing before falling.
Thinking of this, Shenming looked up at Huanyan.
Just as Huanyan was about to say something, when she met the eyes of the gods, she forgot what she just wanted to say.
After finishing cross-legged, Shenming patted the empty part of the bed in front of him, and said to Huanyan, "Sit on it."
Huanyan did not doubt that he was there, took off her shoes obediently, sat on the stone bed, and faced the god face to face.
The god held Huanyan's hand and posed for Huanyan in a training pose.
Huanyan obediently complied.
The god withdrew his hand and looked at the position of Huanyan's left chest: "You don't have a heart or blood, so you don't have the body temperature of a human being. It doesn't matter on the mountain, but walking alone in the future may cause you trouble. Necessary trouble."
Huanyan blinked her eyes, not quite understanding what the god meant.
The god patiently explained: "Although in the future, monks may also disappear in history, but at any time there may be some capable people and strange monks. Some people are similar to the previous monk, and they have a great understanding of good and evil. The definition is very clear, once your identity is discovered, you will not be given any chance to defend yourself, and will directly attack you."
He raised his hand and gently tapped Huanyan's forehead: "For your safety, I decided to give you my heart. With my heart, you can hide your own aura to a large extent, and also allow you to have About the same temperature."
Huanyan's expression tightened: "In that case, wouldn't you die immediately?"
She subconsciously wanted to get off the bed, but found that she couldn't move.
Obviously, when the god tapped her forehead just now, it froze her body.
"My death is an established fact," the god said while making a formula, "Instead of lingering on for a few more years, I would rather do one more thing for you while I still have the energy left."
"I don't agree!" Huanyan stared at the god, expressing her objection clearly for the first time, "I don't want your heart!"
"I know you won't agree, so I controlled you in advance." The god smiled softly, "This is my own decision, and you don't need to agree."
After that, his hand slowly stretched into his chest.
With the blessing of the law, there was no scene of blood splashing on the spot. It was as if he took out his own heart from a container, smooth and clean.
Then he silently recited the incantation, and slowly planted his heart into Happy's chest.
The process is not very long, and it will be completed in a short while.
The god withdrew his hand and said to Huanyan: "The breath of God and your breath of evil thoughts naturally conflict. Although I have cast a protective spell that will not hurt your life, your body will be very uncomfortable at first. It takes a long time to master the balance, and it depends on your own efforts."
"My lord!" Huanyan's eyes filled with tears, and her eyes were sad, "I don't want you to die."
The god smiled again.
But he said nothing of comfort.
At this time, it is futile to say more.
But he believes that time can always heal the pain.
"This is the last gift I can give you." The god gently caressed Huanyan's face, and his usually calm tone became gentler than ever before, "Ayan, live well and be happy of……"
Before he finished speaking, his divine form slowly dissipated, and finally completely disappeared in front of Huanyan.
With the fall of the god, the shackles on Huanyan disappeared, and finally regained her mobility.
But at this moment, she can no longer hold back anything.
Before the sadness could even erupt, Huanyan was turned upside down by the severe pain in her heart.
She fell down on the stone bed, every meridian in her body trembled with pain.
Such tremendous pain caused her to pass out quickly.
From then on, began a long period of coma.
In a coma, the body and the heart are constantly adapting to each other, looking for a balance point.
Until one day after 100 years, she finally fully adapted to the heart of the gods and woke up.
Unfortunately, under the influence of long-term coma and conflicting internal forces, she lost all her past memories.
(End of this chapter)
