Just as she was thinking of a solution, Jiang Xi suddenly felt an itch in the palm of her hand, as if something was trying to drill through her palm and grow out. It hurt, but it also brought an indescribable sense of comfort.
She opened her palms, but stood there in a daze.
In that dirty, blood-stained palm, a tender green sprout was quietly breaking through the soil, and this soil was obviously her palm.
A blade of grass grew in the palm of her hand.
Its body was like a bean sprout, not even half the height of a fingernail. When it saw Jiang Xi looking at it, it twisted its body as if waving in the wind.
Jiang Xi slammed her palms shut – she was so shocked by this mysterious scene that she completely forgot her escape plan.
Sun Ting was startled by her movement. Seeing that Jiang Xi looked unhappy, she couldn't help but ask with concern, "Xiaoxi, what's wrong?"
Jiang Xi shook his head. His cat-like face was expressionless, but he could vaguely sense something unusual. "Nothing."
That night.
After finishing the porridge mixed with ingredients, Jiang Xi leaned towards the wall and opened his eyes only after everyone fell asleep.
She spread out her palms and stared at the "bean sprout" in a trance. The moonlight could not shine into the dark and sealed room. Jiang Xi was not afraid that others would see the abnormality in her palms.
She carefully stretched out her left hand and touched the palm of her hand, and sure enough, she felt the unique soft and crisp texture of the plant leaves. Then she turned to the roots and found that the roots of the "bean sprouts" were perfectly integrated with her palm.
Jiang Xi tried to pull it out with all his strength, but found that it was useless except making himself exhausted and out of breath.
"Bean sprouts" have a body of steel and iron, and they stubbornly grow in the palm of their own hands.
Could it be that after being reborn, she would cosplay Edward's scissorhands and become plant hands in the future? Jiang Xi thought with a mixture of laughter and tears, but three words emerged in her mind:
"Bodhi Heart Grass."
Bodhi heart grass?
Jiang Xi was certain that she had never heard of this name, either in her previous life or now. At most, she only knew it as "Bodhi tree".
So, the Bodhi Heart Grass refers to the "bean sprout" in the palm of her hand?
Jiang Xi clasped his palms together tentatively, thinking, "What is Bodhi Heart Grass?"
Sure enough, paragraphs of lead-printed words about the origin of Bodhi Heart Grass were forcefully poured into Jiang Xi's mind. He was so confused that his head was swollen. It took him a long time to figure it out. So, Bodhi Heart Grass originated from a grass with roots growing under the Bodhi tree in front of the Buddha's door, named "Bodhi Heart"?
But how did the Bodhi Heart Grass grow into the palm of her hand?
Jiang Xi couldn't figure it out, and a piece of lead-printed words naturally emerged in his mind: The Bodhisattva Heart Grass is delicate. If the Bodhisattva Heart Grass dies, the host will die; if the Bodhisattva Heart Grass survives, the host will survive.
Jiang Xi was a little anxious. She had finally been reborn, and hadn't escaped from this hellhole yet. She hadn't settled her parents down yet, and she still had a long time to live. How could she die just because of the death of a delicate grass?
But even after encountering such a bizarre thing as rebirth, it didn't seem surprising at all that his life was connected to that of a blade of grass.
Jiang Xi's past made her good at forbearance. Even though she had countless doubts in her heart, she suppressed her curiosity and only asked in her mind: "Why doesn't the Bodhi Heart Grass die?"
Her question was crude, and the printed answer was also crude:
"gas."
Jiang Xi didn't understand, so he asked again: "What do you mean?"
"Bodhi Heart Grass feeds on human energy. If one person pleases its host, the Bodhi Heart Grass lives one more day. If a hundred people please it, it lives a hundred more days. If a hundred people please it, it will brew a dew that relieves worry."
“What if a thousand people are pleased?”
"Live a thousand more days and brew the elixir of immortality."
"If I could please all men?"
"Live ten thousand more days and you will be able to brew the best drink."
"What if I could make hundreds of millions of people happy?"
“…”
There was no answer in the printed text.
Jiang Xi rested her head on her pillow, her long eyelashes flickering in the night. "How many days can I live?"
If her current situation were translated into a math problem, she'd probably encountered an extra question that was beyond the scope of the syllabus, a very difficult one. The only thing she could do now was to escape this prison first, then think about other things.
"Ten days."
Jiang Xi suddenly closed his eyes. There were only ten.
She couldn't explain how she felt, but she felt that this was how it should be.
She used to just study and seldom interact with others. She should be content if she could count ten people around her.
Ten days is neither long nor short. The situation is pressing, and she needs to wait for the best opportunity to strike with one strike.
"What is the Worry-Relief Dew?"
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