In a farther place, someone was cutting the trees, and a giant tree of Qingtian slowly fell down, making a broken sound of branches. On the open mountains exposed after the tree, some people were peeling off the ground soil layer.
The vast pits are expanding slowly
I picked up a yellow rotten stone and started very deeply, "His mother, Lao Tzu is rich!"
In my hand, a silver gold mine of a walnut size is like this size of such size. They should not leave it. I put it in my mouth and bit it, and immediately smiled with her eyebrows.
Natural gold often contains silver and trace copper. When the silver content is more than fifty percent, it is called silver gold ore. Generally, it is decentralized granular or irregular branches.
With the increase of the silver content, the color and strip marks gradually become pale yellow, and now I have taken such a piece in my hand
Large -scale collective labor in front of you is undoubtedly not the same as those who collect their labor as those who catch up with us. It can be seen from me. For me who appears on the edge of the forest, they turn a blind eye and do them.
Live, those who are closest to me are like I haven't seen me
For such a mining heavy land, most people cannot be close. Maybe these people think that I should have been here
Above the forest on the left, a golden spire of the building is exposed, which is shining in the sun, and it seems not far from me.
Ren is good and his fine orchids are still disappearing at this time, and those Dutchs are gone. I walked along the edge of the huge pit and walked there.
On the south of the pit, a tall temple is located, and the heavy mountain forest behind the temple blocks the noisy sound passed in the pit on the outside and embarks on the yellow sand road.
The mountain gate of the temple was half -covered, and the two monks in a cyan robe stood beside the door. As soon as I appeared, they noticed. When I walked closer, I arched my hand to me.
I noticed that there was blood on the steps of the temple. I didn't wait to speak. One of the little monks made a gesture, and then I was a little strange in my heart. How can they recognize me?
Inside the mountain gate is a wide and clean bluestone slabs. It has been built for a long time. The edge of the slate of the martyrdom is grinding the blood on the corner floor. It can be seen not far away.
Walking through the two layers of Zen courtyard, at the door of the west direction of the left side of the left, the monk stood, and did not speak, signal me to go in
I walked in full of hesitation. From the outside, I seemed to be a small house in a grocery room. It turned out that I passed through this yard in it. I arrived at another courtyard.
The spacious courtyard is forming golden chrysanthemums in the east flower garden. You can see them in such a place, and make me a little surprise. Chrysanthemum is a variety of late autumn.
You can also drive so well
The little monk who came to me only took me to the door of the house outside and went back. I stood in the yard and looked around. I was completely attracted by a curiosity.
The door sounded, and a person I was familiar with, with a pot of water in my hand and walked out of the east room.
No bad, why is he?
"Ren good! You can find you here here, what about the fine orchid?"
He brought a pot of blood in his hand. When he saw my eyes bright, he quickly walked to the chrysanthemum garden, poured the blood in the basin in the basin.
House on the east
Before I walked quickly, I heard a blood gas passed out of the house. I took out the soul sword and provoked the curtain with the tip of the sword.
On the wooden bed that leaned against the wall, I saw two legs that were weakly stretched, and another wooden basin placed on the ground. A pair of dry hands were washing a white cloth towel in it. I saw a yellow robe sitting by the bed.
Back
Ren is good behind me, signal me to go in
There was an old monk who was all white beside the bed. After we came in, he seemed to have not seen it. He focused on doing what was in his hands.
Looking at the person lying on the bed, it was her shirt that had been taken off. She put it aside randomly, and looked at her abdomen, and she was a wound!
"What is going on? How do you take care of her?" I said well to Ren
"This little brother, don't blame him." The old monk turned around and said to me
When he opened his mouth, I was surprised again, because he said it was our language of Huaxia. After hearing it, I didn't return to God for a long time. What was going on?
I can't ask anymore, because I see the old monk being busy with him. Shilan's life is dying now. A half -foot wound is on her right abdomen, like a purple leaves, with a large mouth, inside, inside, inside
The congestion has been cleaned up by the old monk little by little
"What's going on, say? Where did you go just now?" I asked if I was good at any time, because it was me, and I deliberately avoided them.
Ren is good for a while, I do n’t know what to say, tears in the eyes. At this time, the old monk used Ke Zhiyu to say something well, Ren was good, and kneeling in the bed silently.
On the other side of the old monk's body, a two -foot -long and wide golden box is also placed -this is the other side of the pure gold on the other side of the bed
Fishlan is not awake now. Her upper body is naked. Heng Chen is in front of the old monk, and his eyes are closed. Looking at her, I admit that there is only a short moment in the heart.
The old monk is hurrying to rescue her. From his calm and calm look, I feel that there should be no danger of life.
This is a suite. The old monk screamed gently, and he responded from behind the door of the suite. After a while, a little monk came in a pot of hot air and walked in.
Only two red wooden pots put them on the ground, bowed their heads back and returned
The old monk signaled that he was good, and cleaned his wrist in the hot water in the basin.
I watched him take out a soft sheepskin bag from the golden box and opened it layer by layer. When a scent was swollen, the blood was full of blood full of blood in the house, and a silver needle was pinched on the old monk.
Hand
"I have too much blood loss, I think you must meet those Western people," I know that the old monk said to me. Only I can understand what he said.
I nodded and found out that he didn't see me at all, but he seemed to see it, and then did what happened in his hands. He pulled out a line from the golden box and looked slightly thicker than the hair. The whole line was dark.
White, what kind of foam seems to be stained above
"This is my unique meat line here. After making the petals of blood chrysanthemum, the petals of blood -eating are used, which is specially used to suture wounds."
He placed a dry left hand on a dry orchid on the delicate belly, stretching the thumb and the rest of the four fingers on the top, pushing from the lower part of her ** to the wound, and the right hand
Fist, pinch the silver needles of the meat line in the hand, use the lower edge of the fist to help, push from her lower abdomen, and slowly close the two hands on the wound of the fine orchid.
There is another fresh blood, which penetrates out of the wounds of the fine orchids. I seem to feel the pain of fine orchids.
But the fine orchid seems to be unaware, and the face is still peaceful.
"Old man, can I help you?" I lowered my voice and said to him at this time. At this time, the old monk had pinched the wounds on the thin orchid belly and put into the first needle.
The silver needle first pressed a small deep nest on the skin of the Lanlan. Later, when it broke into the skin, he pulled the silver needle out gently from the other side of the wound.
, When you pull it out, you have been dipped in light red blood stains
"Well, you can do what you say, now, you go next door, use hot boiling water," Hmm, I know this, isn't it disinfected?
It turned out that the little monk just now was just now. Four or five people were there, sitting aside, and no squeak. Seeing that I stretched out with two hands, and immediately a little monk stood up and waited for me.
Water, I washed it carefully and came back again
The old monk had wore three or four stitches, and he didn't return his head. The sweat beads on his forehead seemed to be dripping down immediately. I picked up the south towel and went to his forehead.
The old monk seemed to be relieved, nodded slightly
"After a while, as I said, help this young man." He signaled that he was still kneeling on the ground well. "This girl has too much blood loss, I want to enter his blood into the girl's body"
"Old man, blood cannot be entered easily. If the model is wrong, it will be life -threatening ..." I suddenly seemed to think of something, "Use my blood, mine is!"
"Oh ... type?" He shook his head, "I don’t understand, but I can see that your blood is not suitable for her"
Joke, oh type blood will not be suitable for her. It seems that you are a little foolish. Only listening to the old monks kept constantly, and still said, "I don’t understand what the type you are talking about, but I have my method.
Who's blood can be used, this can't hide me "
The ugly ugliness at the wound of the Lanlan wound responded to the flat exhibition little by little. The old monk used the silver needle and white line in his hand to lay a white white belly white on her snow -white belly.
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Then he breathed a sigh of relief, sitting there and leaned back, and said to me, "I have no strength, I know you are a person with internal skills, let you complete the next thing."
"Do you help him change blood?"
"Well" his hand does not know when there is another silver -bright needle tube. The difference is that this needle has no needle nose this time, but with two tips on both ends and thickness like a wheat pole.
I immediately understood what he meant.
"It is the blood vessel," the old monk said, "In order to make her get better as soon as possible, I must do so"
Ren good face showed a look and pulled out the blood in his body. This was what the average person dared not to think about it. At that time, people believed that the blood carried all the soul of a person.
Kneeling there, kneeling in front of the fine orchid bed, a very simple thing, let him make a tragic taste