In the dark cave, the damp breath permeates every corner like a thick curtain. From time to time, water drops fell on the top of the cave, making a crisp “tick” sound, which seemed particularly clear in this quiet space, as if the sound of footsteps as time passes. The faint light penetrated through the hole with difficulty, like strands of thin silver threads, which only vaguely outlined the outline of the surrounding objects. The ground is rugged and covered with sharp stones and damp moss. The stones are angular and shiny in the faint light. The moss is like a green swamp, which may cause people to slip if you are not careful.
I leaned unconsciously against the stone wall, and the wounds on my body were still oozing blood. Blood flowed along my chest, and it happened to be stained with the stone gourd that had been hanging around my neck.
The stone gourd was originally dull and gray, but now it began to undergo a wonderful change under the influence of blood. It absorbed my blood bit by bit, and the color gradually changed from gray to red. At first it was just a light pink, like a gentle cloud dyed by the rising sun in the early morning. Then, the pink color gradually deepened, like the color of the delicate peach blossom petals, and then became like a bright rose, as if it was about to drip bleeding, exuding a mysterious and charming light.
As the color of the stone gourd changes, a strange warm force slowly emanates from inside it. This force gently brushed my wounds like the gentle breeze in spring. My breathing, which was originally rapid and disordered due to the pain, gradually became stable and deeper. Every breathing is no longer a painful struggle, but a soothing rhythm. The painful expression gradually eases, and the frown brows slowly unfold, as if they have removed a heavy burden.
The blood flow rate of my blood gradually slowed down by the wounds that were cut by branches and stones on my body. The blood that originally flowed out like a stream first turned into a slow stream, and finally stopped, and a dark red blood scab formed at the wound. The red and swollen skin around the wound also gradually subsided, and the qi and blood, which were originally stagnant and as frozen as a river, began to flow again. It seemed as if a magical force was clearing the blocked river, allowing the qi and blood to rush freely again, nourishing the injured body.
When I slowly opened my eyes, I felt that although my body was still a little sore, it was much better than the serious injury that seemed to have been torn. I looked at the stone gourd on my chest that had become as bright as blood, and my heart was filled with doubts and shock.
“How could this stone gourd…?” I murmured to myself, my voice echoing in the silent cave, with endless confusion and incredibility. My voice collides in the empty cave, and the echoes are as if the cave is also responding to my doubts.
I reached out and gently held the stone gourd and felt the warmth it emitted. The warmth seemed to come from the outside world, but rose from the depths of my heart and gradually spread to my whole body. It is like the embrace of a mother, warm and comfortable, making me feel extremely at ease and tranquility.
I carefully observed the environment of the cave and wanted to find a safe place to rest. There seemed to be a faint air flow deep in the cave, with a hint of mysterious temptation. The airflow gently brushed across my cheeks, as if whispering, calling me to explore deeper. I decided to explore it.
The deeper I walked into the cave, the darker the light became. I could only grop the wall and move forward carefully. The ground under my feet became even more wet, and occasionally there were small puddles hidden in the darkness, which made me almost slip. The water droplets on the cave wall kept dripping on my shoulders and back, bringing a cold touch, which made me shudder. Every step you take, you can feel the stones and soil under your feet sliding slightly, as if this land is unwilling to be easily passed by.
Suddenly, a relatively spacious open space appeared in front of him, and a faint beam of light shone down on the top of the cave, illuminating the area. The light was like a holy light that shone from heaven, bringing a glimmer of hope to this dark cave. When I walked closer, I found some dry dry grass on the ground, like soft beds specially prepared by the earth for tired travelers, as if they were a natural place to rest.
I sat down slowly, leaned against the cave wall, and turned my eyes to the stone gourd in my hand again. At this time, the red light of the stone gourd was slightly flashing, and the light flashed and dark, as if it was having a silent communication with me.
“Have you always had such magical power?” I asked softly, knowing that it would not answer, the curiosity in my heart became stronger and stronger. My voice seemed particularly clear in the silent cave, but it was instantly swallowed by darkness.
I closed my eyes and began to adjust my breathing according to the method of breathing in the fetal breathing meridian. I tried to make my breath deeper and slower, feeling the flow of my breath in my body. Every breathing in, it feels like sucking the freshness and mystery of the cave into the body; every breathing out is like vomiting out the fatigue and pain in the body.
As my breathing gradually becomes regular, I can feel that the circulation of qi and blood is becoming smoother. The qi and blood, which were originally as stagnant as a blocked river, began to flow slowly under the guidance of breathing. Every breath is like pushing the qi and blood to nourish the injured area, and it feels like a gentle stream nourishing the dry land. The original pain gradually became numb, and then there was a sensation of itch, which was a sign that the wound was healing, as if countless small hands were gently stroking the wound, bringing the vitality and hope of life.
“The movement of the spirit is the movement of the qi, and the movement of the spirit is the movement of the qi.” I silently recited the mantra in my mind, so that my mind was completely immersed in control of breathing. Thoughts float with their breath, as if they merged with the darkness around them, and seemed to transcend this darkness and touched some unknown boundary.
I don’t know how long it took, but I felt that the soreness in my body was greatly reduced, and my actions were no longer as difficult as before. I tried to stretch my limbs, and although I was still a little stiff, I was able to move freely.
I opened my eyes and recalled the life-and-death battle with the strange beast python before, and the thrilling feeling of being in the thrilling world.The scene is still vivid in my mind, and I feel scared. But the unexpected changes in this stone gourd made me see a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
“No matter what, you saved my life.” I gently stroked the stone gourd and sweared in my heart that I must find out its secret.
Accompanied by the warmth of the stone gourd, I gradually relaxed, and my physical fatigue also came like a tide. Before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep again. This time, my dream is no longer filled with fear and despair, but full of expectations for the future and the courage to explore the unknown. I seemed to see myself moving forward in a bright light. The light of the stone gourd illuminated the road ahead and led me to the unknown distance. Fastest.
