The old nun lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together and sighed softly: "It's my fate, why should I accept my fate?"

When hunting, it was like being struck by lightning. She looked in a daze and was silent for a long time. Yingying knelt down and worshiped: "Please help me, mother-in-law."

"Amitabha!"

The old nun drooped his eyelids and said in a deep voice: "His fate is a peach blossom. Every flower is a calamity. No one can survive it. He can only rely on himself. He will hunt for a life of misery. Why don't you follow me and practice?"

"But he is also your grandson, you can't just die without saving him." Ding Qianlie begged sadly.

The old nun finally raised his head, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and he sighed: "I am a person from outside the world. My name is Jingxin. I have no relatives or friends. How can I have grandchildren?"

"Mother-in-law, I know grandpa was sorry for you at the beginning, but he is your grandson after all. Mom is only such a son, and I am only such a brother. I hope mother-in-law can help me."

Ding Qian, the chief hunter, couldn't kneel down and begged with tears.

The old nun Jingxin was speechless, as if he was recalling the past. After a long time, he sighed leisurely: "That's all, the fate of the world is not broken, it's just this one time, it won't be the same next time!"

"Thank you so much, mother-in-law!" Ding Qianlie kowtowed heavily, overjoyed.

"There is nothing in the beginning, so why is it stained by dust, Amitabha!" He meditated quietly with his eyes closed, saying nothing.

Ding Qianlie looked happy, knowing that as long as the mother-in-law in front of her was willing to take action, Ding Ning's life would no longer be in danger.

On the simple bed in the cloud room, Ding Qianlie sat beside the bed and held Ding Ning's hand tightly. Although it was the first time for him to come into such close contact with a man whose fate was already destined, he did not feel any strangeness or resistance at all.

Seeing him in a coma with a look of pain on his face, tears of distress almost fell from his eyes.

Scar and others stood quietly outside the Cloud Room. Although the eldest lady had said that it was not their fault, they still looked guilty.

"Mother-in-law, how is he?"

As soon as old nun Jingxin checked Ding Ning's pulse, Ding Qianlie couldn't wait to ask.

"It's strange. I have never seen such a pulse condition before. The meridians are broken and the true energy is disordered... No, it's spiritual energy disorder."

He seemed to be aware of it while calming down, and an incredible look flashed between his brows.

"Spiritual power? Isn't it true energy?"

Ding Qianlie had a strange expression on his face, as if he was no stranger to true energy.

"It's just spiritual power, that's why I find it strange."

Seeing Ding Qianlie's confused face, Jingxin explained in detail: "Spiritual power is also called innate true energy, which is brought from the mother's womb. As a warrior practices, acquired turbid air enters the body, and gradually absorbs this wisp of innate true energy.

Stronger, but at the same time it also makes this ray of innate true energy become complicated. In ancient times, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was rich, and cultivators could continuously absorb it from the outside world. Relatively speaking,

The relatively pure spiritual energy is transformed into the spiritual power in the body. However, with the industrial development of modern society, pollution has become more and more serious, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has gradually become thinner, so those ancient warriors live in seclusion in the mountains where there are spiritual veins or where there is no pollution.

He is cultivating in Daze and has been living in the secular world. How can he have such pure spiritual power? It is really incredible."

"Is his situation a good thing or a bad thing?"

Ding Qianlie asked nervously, she didn't care about the lack of spiritual power, she only cared about Ding Ning's safety.

"The essence of cultivation is actually to continuously absorb the free spiritual energy between heaven and earth into the body, and to continuously cleanse the body, thereby removing impurities in the body and achieving the effects of prolonging life and strengthening the body. The prerequisite is the purity of spiritual power.

The purer the power, the better the effect of tempering the body."

When Jingxin saw Ding Qianyou, he still seemed to understand. His clear eyes shone with wisdom: "To give a simple analogy, it's like washing fruits. The cleaner the water used, the easier it is to wash the fruits.

But if the water is already dirty, what about the fruits?

It won't be clean even if you wash it. The fruit here refers to the human body, and the clean water is the spiritual power, and the unclean water is the acquired qi. Therefore, cultivation is actually to continuously purify the dirty water into clean water, and finally turn it into clean water.

A process of washing fruits.”

Ding Qianlie suddenly realized, but then he asked in confusion: "Since he has spiritual power in his body, shouldn't it be a good thing?"

"As far as cultivation itself is concerned, this is a great thing. The spiritual power in his body is destined to make his cultivation process much faster than that of ordinary people. After all, the process of converting true energy into spiritual power is omitted, but for his injuries

In fact, too pure and clean spiritual power made it difficult for his injuries to heal."

The old nun Jingxin smiled bitterly: "I have practiced Jingxin for so many years, and although the spiritual power I have cultivated is much richer than his, it is not as pure as his spiritual power. This makes it difficult for my spiritual power to guide his spiritual power for healing.

On the contrary, you will be repelled by his spiritual power, which is certainly not a good thing."

"Then what will happen to him?" Ding Qianlie did not expect such a result, and asked in confusion.

The old nun Jingxin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The spiritual power in his body has gone out of control, and his meridians will eventually break and he will die. I can't help him."

"Ah, mother-in-law, please, you must have a way to save him, right? Please think of a way quickly, he can't die."

Ding Qianlie's eyes suddenly turned red, and he took old nun Jingxin's hand and begged.

Jingxin old nun closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name. After a long time, he looked deeply at Ding Qianlie and said seriously:

"Lian Lie, you have very good qualifications. I have always wanted to accept you as my disciple and inherit my mantle, but you are still unwilling to do it because you are still involved in worldly affairs. I ask you now, what can you do to save him?

To what extent?”

"As long as I can save him, I will take my life." Ding Qianlie said resolutely with red eyes.

Jingxin old nun asked expressionlessly: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Ding Qianlie said decisively.

"Amitabha, in this case, there is only one last resort."

Jingxin Lao Ni proclaimed the Buddha's name, which made Ding Qianlie suddenly feel hopeful and asked urgently: "What can we do?"

"You are a natural Buddha body that is rare to see in thousands of years. If you take refuge in my Buddha, you will definitely achieve the supreme Buddhahood and become a living Buddha in this world. However, you are obsessed with it and are willing to wander in the secular world in order to repay your kindness. Now even more so.

He voluntarily fell into the Abi Hell. The Buddha practiced the Bodhisattva Way and sacrificed his body to cut meat to feed the eagles, but you... ugh."

Jingxin Lao Ni glanced at Ding Ning with complicated eyes, sighed and said with a bitter smile:

"Saving him is tantamount to feeding the devil with one's body, that's all. It's fate, it's your life, and it's my calamity. I jumped out of the three realms and was no longer in the five elements. I should have a calm mind, but after all, I still have a Buddha mind."

Pure, unable to give up family ties in this mortal world."

Ding Qianlie blinked his big eyes and listened in confusion. He didn't understand what Jingxin was talking about. "Why feed the devil with your body? He is my brother, how can he be a devil?"

Old nun Jingxin did not explain, but took a deep look at the stone man on Ding Ning's neck. It is the duty of Buddhists to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, but when this demon is her grandson, this blood and family relationship makes her unable to see it after all.

Dead without help.

She sighed secretly in her heart and had no choice but to give up her lifelong hard work. From now on, whether he was a demon or a Buddha, she no longer had to worry about the ancient Buddha in Qingdeng.

Immediately, his face straightened and he said seriously: "Lian Xie, there is a demon in his body. His pure spiritual power could have suppressed it, but now he is being attacked by a backlash, and the demonic nature will soon break out, and then he will be unable to bear it.

Because of the huge demonic nature, the body exploded and died. Now, I can only enlighten you and help you cultivate.

Become a Buddhist Great Joy Zen, and then you practice with him, guide his disordered spiritual power to repair his injuries, strengthen his Buddha nature, and suppress his demonic nature. But from now on, your Buddha nature will disappear and you will be cut off.

His path of cultivation has become a furnace for his cultivation. Are you sure you still want to save him?"

Ding Qianlie's pretty face turned red. She didn't understand what kind of devil or Buddha she was. She only understood the word "double cultivation" and felt so shy.

Although she has long believed that he is her future man, in her heart, she still hopes that he can pursue her and have a romantic process, and then they can be together as husband and wife.

But she didn't expect that this moment would come so quickly and suddenly, which caught her off guard, and made her feel like she was not completely prepared.

But at this moment, Ding Ning's condition was very critical and she could explode and die at any time. She ignored her reserve and shyness and nodded generously, "I'm sure!"

"In that case, let's get started, sit cross-legged with your back to me!"

The cold face of Jingxin Lao Ni suddenly changed into a kind-hearted one, full of compassionate compassion.

She didn't know whether what she did was wrong or right, but she couldn't give up the blood and family ties in the world of mortals. Even if it contributed to the growth of a demon, she had no choice.

A pair of wrinkled old hands were pressed tightly against Ding Qianlie's back, and the practice formulas of the Great Joy Zen emerged in Qianlie's mind, engraved in his heart like a knife.

I once thought that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and I was afraid that I would fall in love with you when I entered the mountains. In the world, I can have both the Dharma and the Dharma, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you... The road is inseparable from yin and yang. If you miss it in one direction, you will be afraid of looking at the ocean. Don't argue with each other, men and women.

There is no need to fight for gains and losses, the key is to have both happiness and emptiness. Practicing alone is helpless and incomplete. Try to look at the eggs of a male hen, and you will find that the chicks have long wings...

Ding Qianlie recited the mantra silently, and the scenes of dual cultivation that made her blush kept flashing through her mind, making her confused and fascinated, and her whole body felt hot...

As the spiritual power of meditation turned into streams of air flowing through the meridians in her body, forming a cycle, the skin all over her body was red, the veins were bulging, and she felt like she was about to explode and die at any time with nowhere to vent.

Feeling of depression.

Old nun Jingxin had already let go of his hand, holding his palms up, while Ding Ning was floating in the air.

"Tuk tuk..."

Jingxin Lao Ni slapped his hands continuously around Ding Ning, and Ding Ning's aura continued to surge crazily...

The listless Jingxin glanced at Ding Lianlie, whose eyes were already blurry. She couldn't help but pounce on Ding Lianlie, who was tearing his clothes apart from Ding Ning. She let out a long sigh, stood up tremblingly, closed the door and left.

Ding Ning had a long dream, as if he was in an endless sea of ​​fire, but he lost all his strength, had no room for resistance, and felt helpless and terrified.

The rain of fire that filled the sky could incinerate him to ashes at any time. The burning pain in his lungs and the terrible feeling of suffocation made him feel the fear of death for the first time in his life.

That kind of fear was so real and vivid that it gave him a strong unwillingness and desire for life. A monstrous rage arose spontaneously, and a huge shadow appeared behind him.

It's just that this phantom is no longer a demon-conquering Arhat, but a monster with two horns on its head, a face like an ox's head, and two wings on its back. Its whole body is as black as ink, and it exudes a terrifying and domineering aura.

The sea of ​​fire seemed to be in awe of it, constantly dodging the shadow, but the shadow was like a king dominating the world, driving Ding Ning's body and proudly throwing himself into the sea of ​​fire.

"boom!"

Ding Ning and the shadow merged into one, burning with black flames. The strong sense of power made him want to scream, but he found that he couldn't make any sound.

Even his hands and feet were out of his control, as if he was just a puppet, and his every move was at the mercy of the shadow, which gave him deep fear.
Chapter completed!