Yi Lin is sick.

He coughed up blood.

To explain it with modern medicine, it is nothing more than pneumonia, bronchiectasis, tuberculosis and the like.

More seriously, there may be pulmonary hypertension, pulmonary embolism, and lung cancer.

But it doesn't seem like it.

Can Qi Masters also get sick?

No, to be precise, will the dignified apostle get sick?

Ever since he entered the extraordinary realm, disease has become a very distant term.

Yi Lin dug up modern memories from more than ten years ago to diagnose herself.

But modern medicine is based on clinical medicine, imaging, and laboratory science, and Yi Lin is not a professional, so she has no way to start.

He took some time to seek out so-called famous doctors.

Yi Lin even used her senses to explore inside her body, but found nothing wrong.

"poisoned?"

Yi Lin had doubted this.

The so-called famous doctors in the Daqian Dynasty, after examining Yi Lin one by one, shook their heads secretly and suggested that Yi Lin hire another doctor.

In the end, what Yi Lin didn't expect was that after searching around, he found the territory of King Zhennan, which was Jingnan City.

In the southeast corner of Jingna City, there is a doctor named Du Juan.

Despite his effeminate name, this famous doctor named Du Juan looks like a middle-aged man.

Yi Lin could tell at a glance that the other party was a monk, and the other party also saw that Yi Lin had cultivation skills.

The two faced each other, smiling and saying nothing.

"I didn't expect that the owner of the Tangtang Bodhisattva Building, Ni Bodhisattva, would pretend to be a miracle doctor and stay here. As a Golden Elixir monk, I doubt your level."

Yi Lin looked at the smiling middle-aged man and sighed lightly, but did not draw his sword.

"I also didn't expect that a golden elixir monk would actually suffer from an incurable disease."

He didn't ask Yi Lin how he knew he was a clay bodhisattva.

Because there is a dried black lotus on the table of the Clay Bodhisattva.

The stamen of the black lotus was stained with a lump of yellow mud, which looked like shit.

Other people's black lotus seals have no shit, but this black lotus has shit. How dare you say that you are not a Clay Bodhisattva?

Yi Lin looked at the dried black lotus, her eyes twitching, and she disagreed with the taste of the Clay Buddha.

They are all insiders, only a fool can't see it.

"Are you really good at healing?"

Yi Lin looked into Ni Bodhisattva's eyes and asked seriously.

Whenever he said no, Yi Rin would draw his sword without saying a word.

"Guaranteed replacement if fake."

Clay Bodhisattva also answered seriously.

So, Yi Lin sat down opposite the Ni Bodhisattva, stretched out her fair and thin arms, and asked casually: "There are countless people killed in the Bodhisattva Tower, but you are here to save people, why?"

Ni Bodhisattva put his hand on Yi Lin's pulse gate. He was secretly frightened by the other person's unhurried demeanor, but his face was extremely calm: "We are both monks, but you don't know?"

Yi Lin thought for a moment and expressed her thoughts: "Heavenly disaster?"

The Clay Bodhisattva sighed: "Yes, you have committed too many sins, and you will reap the consequences."

With that said, Ni Bosala opened his clothes. His move was not for any evil intention, but to show off his chest.

On the chest of the Clay Bodhisattva, there is a large black spot covered with ferocious black energy.

The Clay Bodhisattva showed off his clothes for a moment, then quickly put on his clothes again, looking like he was fine.

"Nothing surprising." Yi Lin nodded.

"Yes, nothing surprising."

"oh?"

Ni Bodhisattva quickly removed his hand from Yi Lin's veins, fearing that the young man with evil eyes would misunderstand, and said with a smile: "It's all strange, I'm talking about you."

"Appreciate further details."

"Haha," Clay Bodhisattva stood up and walked to the wooden basin aside to rub his hands vigorously: "If I guessed correctly, your birth must have been very rough."

Yi Lin was stunned.

indeed.

Not to mention how long it took to draw the talent ball between reincarnations, after he was born, he heard from his parents that it was very difficult for Huailin to get pregnant, and finally went to the Golden Temple to seek blessings, and finally had a son in old age and gave birth to a child.

Xia Linyi. If we say it is difficult, it is indeed quite bumpy.

Thinking of this, Yi Lin nodded and didn't hide anything.

"As expected." Ni Bodhisattva nodded and looked at Yi Lin with a little more wonder in his eyes: "Your crux can be explained in one sentence."

"Please tell me, I can add more money."

"...No need." The Clay Bodhisattva who was rubbing his hands paused, squatted on the ground with his back to Yi Lin, and said: "Depression is born and there is no cure."

"...Can you say something in human language that is easy to understand? To be honest, I can demolish this city."

"In short, your birth went against the will of heaven. To put it bluntly, your parents were destined to have no children and no children in this life, but you were born and became a Golden Core monk. All of this,

If it hadn’t been confirmed by someone five thousand years ago that reincarnation has ended, I can’t help but suspect that you may have been reincarnated by some ancient great power, reincarnated under the guise of a shell.”

"..."

"Heaven has its own will. Although you have survived the catastrophe, you can't avoid it for a while, but you can't avoid it for a lifetime. You are destined to die young, jealous of the genius, and will not survive twenty... uh, three at most.

ten."

"Are you seeing a doctor or telling fortunes?"

"The Clay Bodhisattva is not talented, he only knows a little bit."

Mud Bodhisattva finally finished washing his hands, dried them with a clean towel, and shrugged helplessly: "I can't cure your disease. Even if it can be cured, I won't cure it. I don't want to be contaminated by unnecessary cause and effect anymore, and let...

I'm thinking about it."

The Clay Bodhisattva pointed to the top of his head without hesitation, indicating something.

Yilin understood instantly.

Everyone is the same.

It's just that Yi Lin has Big Green's backing up, so she doesn't have to worry about the calamity.

Yi Lin asked: "Since you don't want to get involved in the cause and effect, why do you want to help Xia Xingchen win the throne? Of course, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it. You're just curious."

"When a person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. What's more, he ascends to the throne of the human emperor."

The Way of Clay Bodhisattva.

"Tsk, these mysterious things again." Yi Lin sneered.

"Your Excellency seems not to believe in fate."

Mud Bodhisattva frowned and looked at Lin Yi.

Yi Lin shook his head: "I keep saying I don't believe it, but I live my life as I was destined to."

"If your parents hadn't given birth to you, you wouldn't have had to suffer this."

The Clay Bodhisattva looked quite sad.

"Don't blame them."

Although Yi Lin didn't like what Ni Bodhisattva said, he didn't mean it maliciously, so Yi Lin let it go and turned around, preparing to leave: "Since there is no cure for this disease, I'll excuse you."

Yilin's reaction was far calmer than Ni Bodhisattva expected.

He doesn't understand why.

He pretended to be a miracle doctor, but he was actually a miracle doctor. Here, he saw many people who were crying and wailing after he judged them to be "incurable diseases." He also saw a powerful Qi Refiner.

, in order to live longer, he does not hesitate to make various arrangements, just to strive for a bright future.

Lin Yi, on the other hand, was so calm that he seemed to accept his tragic fate of "doomed not to live until twenty" in an instant.

why?

The Clay Bodhisattva became very curious about the young man who was about to turn around and leave.

Perhaps it is a professional habit, but he likes to observe everyone's facial expressions and body language at the moment before they die, or before they know they are going to die, so as to understand their complicated and desperate inner activities.
To be continued...