Chapter 1378

Duanmu yawang didn't think there was anything seeping, but her eyebrows were still tightened: "the past flower really existed, but how could it be born in this place?"

"Master, how do you know such a infiltrating flower?"

Anyway, the little white deer felt bad about this kind of flower. Don't open your eyes, "did you see it in the book Gong Yulan gave you?"

"Yes."

In addition to the book Gong Yulan gave her, what other book will have such flowers?

However, "the book says that the dead flower seems to grow in the dead place. How can it appear in this place?"

"Where did you die?"

The little white deer frowned. "Is there such a place? Why have you never heard of it? How should this word be explained?"

"In fact, that's a Buddhist word. I've only heard it, but I don't understand it."

"Buddha?"

The little white deer was stunned. "Do you know what you've heard?"

Duanmuya stared at the flower path: "according to the Buddhist theory of reincarnation, once a person dies, he needs to enter reincarnation. There are six paths in this path, including heaven humanity, humanity, beast Tao, demon Tao, hungry ghost Tao, hell Tao, etc. Therefore, the six paths of Buddhism are a kind of suffering. In the past, you can get rid of the suffering of the six paths of reincarnation."

"Oh."

The little white deer nodded, but he didn't wrinkle more tightly. "But I still don't understand why there is a place to die for getting rid of the six samsara? Is everyone getting rid of the six samsara in this place?"

When the little white deer said it, he felt very strange. He looked around and felt gloomy and flustered!

"I don't understand."

Duanmu yawang shrugged, "and there was no detailed explanation for this kind of flower in the book given by Gong Yulan."

The little white deer blinked and thought what they were talking about was nonsense and had no good way: "master, what's the meaning of what we said just now?"

"It's really boring."

The little white deer looked like she was about to faint, stared at the blood red flower and asked her, "let's go?"

"I'll pick the flowers before I go."

"Wait!" the little white deer stared with wide eyes and said unimaginably, "you want to pick this flower? You, you... What a seeping person! You actually want to take it with you?"

"This flower is really strange." Duanmu Ya looked at the blood red and said, "however, the more strange the flower is, the more rare the material components it contains. I want to pick it back for research."

"Research fart!"

The little white deer was about to faint. "You said that the dead flowers bloom in the place of the dead. You can't point out that a flower is a person's road sign for the dead. You picked the flowers. Where can people find the road sign for the dead?"

Of course, he said so much in such righteous words. In fact, the most important thing is that he doesn't want Duanmu yawang to bring such a strange flower with him. What should he do in case something strange happens?

"It seems right," I have to say. The little white deer has a point.

"It's not right, it's very right!" the little white deer hummed, "master, according to what you said, if a person can get rid of the suffering of the six samsara, he must be an extraordinary person with merit. Such a person should be very rare. If you pick it like this, it will damage Yin virtue."

Alas!

I have to say, it seems more reasonable for the little white deer to say so.

"You mean, we're just leaving?"

"Otherwise?" can't pick, still don't go, why stay here?

Waiting for a dead man to appear in front of them?

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and narrowed. "Since I can't pick it, I won't damage its foundation. Can I cut two leaves?"

Alas!

This time it was the little white deer's turn to sigh. He finally understood that it was impossible for Duanmu yawang to leave like this.

It's better to take two leaves than a whole flower.

"Since you want it so much, you can cut it if you want it."

"Good!"

Duanmu yawang, with bright eyes, took out a pair of surgical scissors and a small tray, placed the tray under one of the big leaves, and cut it gently with scissors.

"Poof!"

The leaves with blood red all over them collided with a sound on the tray.

Duanmu looked down and saw the leaf on the tray, the cut part, dripping red liquid.

The liquid, the thicker it looks, the more it looks like blood

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyebrow and beat her heart. She had a strange feeling in her heart. Moreover, somehow, she smelled a very strong aroma. The more the liquid flowed, the more strong it was.

At this time, the little white deer suddenly said, "master, look at it, its leaves!"

"Huh?"

Duanmu yawang came back from the shaking God. Subconsciously, he looked at the red dead flower. He saw that the flower that had been cut off by herself was shaking gently. The part cut by her was also flowing with red liquid. However, the red liquid did not turn black or coagulate, but became more vibrant and coagulated into a leaf bit by bit!

In other words, the leaves she had just cut off grew back after a while!

"Lying trough!"

Duanmu yawang stared straight, "the dead flower has the ability to regenerate?"

The little white deer said, "it feels more strange."

Duanmu yawang agrees with this, but her eyes are bright: "since I have the ability to regenerate, if I cut the whole flower from the stem..."

"No!"

The little white deer was still afraid of dead flowers. "Master, a leaf doesn't hurt a flower much, but what if you cut it from the stem and hurt its body, people can't regenerate again?"

Duanmu yawang cried and laughed, "you call yourself a little master. How can you be afraid of a flower like this?"

"You're afraid!"

The little white deer became angry with shame and said angrily on his waist: "I'm taking precautions, just in case! If I really guessed right, what should I do?"

"Well, well, what you say is what you say."

Duanmuya saw that he was so serious and knew that he was really afraid of dead flowers. She said, "can I cut another Petal?"

The little white deer nodded reluctantly, "that's OK."

So Duanmu yawang cut another red petal the size of her palm.

When the petals fall into the tray, the leaves in the tray have stopped bleeding. However, there is still a lot of red liquid in the tray, at least half a bowl.

"Master, how do you store this?" the little white deer frowned. "It's harder to keep than a whole plant."

Duanmuya looked at the petals as if they were bleeding like a leaf. She pondered and said, "put them in the freezer."