At this moment, Mingyuan was kneeling on the ground, muttering to himself, reciting the Diamond Sutra over and over again.
He heard the conversation in the cabin and felt heartbroken.
He knew that Miao Xiaorou had already...
He trembled as he took out a golden relic from his arms.
This is a sacred object of the Buddhist sect, and he cannot make his own decisions. He raised his head and looked at the Xuantong Ancient Buddha pleadingly.
Xuantong Ancient Buddha looked at Mingyuan compassionately and nodded slowly.
He knew this was his only hope.
Mingyuan's tears welled up in his eyes. He held the relic in both hands and walked towards the wooden house step by step.
Every step feels like walking on the edge of a knife.
How he wished that this relic could work a miracle and save Miao Xiaorou and his child.
Inside the wooden house, Luo Qingcheng and Moji saw the relic in Mingyuan's hand, and hope ignited in their eyes.
They knew this might be their last hope.
Mingyuan walked to the wooden house and handed the relic out with trembling hands.
"Xiao Rou...you must hold on..."
Mingyuan's voice was choked with sobs, filled with love and reluctance.
Luo Qingcheng took the relic and quickly returned to Miao Xiaorou.
"Third Senior Sister, hurry!"
Luo Qingcheng's voice was tearful, rapid and anxious.
Nangong Zhuxuan's incarnation took the relic without any hesitation.
She took a deep breath and gently injected the relic into the fetus in Miao Xiaorou's belly.
The moment the relic entered the fetus, golden light became brighter.
The entire wooden house was shrouded in golden light, as if the Buddha's light was shining everywhere.
The relic immediately suppressed the evil energy raging in Miao Xiaorou's body.
Miao Xiaorou, who was originally in great pain, gradually regained a hint of color in her face.
"Very good!"
Luo Qingcheng cried with joy, her eyes blurred with tears.
When Mingyuan heard the sound coming from the wooden house, his heart finally settled down.
He let out a long sigh and slumped to the ground.
“Thank you, Buddha, for your blessing…”
He murmured to himself, his heart filled with gratitude.
Inside the wooden house, Nangong Zhuxuan continued to cast spells to consolidate the power of the relic.
The golden light emitted by the relics was like golden silk threads, tightly wrapping the fetus.
The evil energy was forced out of the body bit by bit, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the air.
Miao Xiaorou's breathing gradually became steady and her face gradually became rosy.
She felt the pain in her abdomen ease a lot, and an unprecedented sense of relief came over her heart.
As time passed, the noise in the cabin became louder and louder.
Mingyuan's chanting became more and more rapid and louder.
Xuantong Ancient Buddha looked at Mingyuan silently, his eyes full of worry.
He knew that Mingyuan's inner demons could erupt at any time.
He must be prepared to suppress the opponent at any time.
Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying came from the cabin.
Mingyuan suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.
"It's born! It's born!" Mo Ji's voice was full of joy.
Mingyuan pushed open the door of the wooden house and stumbled in.
He knelt down in front of Miao Xiaorou's bed and held her cold hand tightly.
Tears burst out like a dam breaking, blurring his vision.
Miao Xiaorou's face was as pale as paper, and her breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
The fire of hope that burned in Mingyuan's heart was extinguished in an instant.
The miracle did not happen.
"Xiao Rou... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Mingyuan burst into tears, his voice choked with sobs.
"I failed to protect you..."
He blamed himself deeply, and regret overwhelmed him like a tide.
Miao Xiaorou smiled weakly, and that smile looked particularly sad and beautiful on her pale face.
"Brother Mingyuan..."
She spoke with difficulty, her voice as thin as a thread.
"No...I don't blame you..."
"You've done very well..."
"Being with you..."
She paused, as if she had used up all her strength.
"And we have... our child..."
"I'm very happy..."
"I already... die without regrets..."
"Xiaorou!"
Mingyuan lay on the edge of the bed, crying bitterly, his heart was broken and he was heartbroken.
How he wanted to exchange his life for Miao Xiaorou's.
But it was all too late.
Seeing this scene, Moji and Luo Qingcheng's eyes became red and swollen, and the joy of the birth of their child also disappeared.
Nangong Zhuxuan sighed lightly, shook her head, and her incarnation slowly dissipated.
"Brother Mingyuan...no...don't...be sad..."
Miao Xiaorou raised one hand with difficulty and gently stroked Mingyuan's bald head.
Her eyes were full of love and reluctance.
At the same time, she tried hard to turn her head and look at the newborn baby.
Seeing this, Luo Qingcheng hurriedly held the child in Miao Xiaorou's arms.
The little baby cried softly in Miao Xiaorou's arms.
The cry seemed to be accusing the unfairness of fate, as the child lost his mother just after being born.
Miao Xiaorou's gaze fell gently on the child's face.
She used up her last bit of strength to try to remember what the child looked like.
"child……"
She called out softly in an almost inaudible voice.
A tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Those tears are happiness, reluctance and relief.
Miao Xiaorou's hands fell down weakly. Her eyes slowly closed.
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