A cold voice sounded in Watson's sea of ​​​​spirits: "You boy, who dares to destroy my son's body, I curse you to fall into a boundless dream forever and never be reincarnated!"

Watson was so surprised that he was so angry that he crushed the jade pendant in his hand with a loud "click!" and threw it to the ground with a wave of his hand.

Then he said coldly: "Demons and ghosts dare to appear in this world!"

As he finished speaking, he saw a faint black mist coming from the fragments of the jade pendant on the ground, trying to spread toward him.

How could Watson do as he wished? He immediately opened his eyes and slashed at the black mist with a burst of flame!

"I curse you..." A scream was heard, and the black mist was instantly swallowed up by the divine fire, turning into a line of blue smoke that curled away into the night sky outside the stone house.

"The pearls of rice also shine with brilliance!"

Although Watson can't fight with others at the moment, the divine fire in his eyes is also the film that saves his life. How can it be invaded by a demonic mist?

The old people in the temple eventually became the nourishment of their own divine sea, not to mention the black mist of Yu Perry.

Before the black mist could get close to him, it was burned into ashes by his divine fire.

He sighed, took a few sips of the herbal tea on the table, then leaned softly on the lounge chair, looking at the starry sky outside the room.

With a wave of his hand, he put out the oil lamp on the table.

The stars are shining brightly tonight, suitable for travelers traveling far away to have a sweet dream.

The talisman array on the stone house was activated, emitting a faint light, and Watson sighed softly. He didn't know if he was complaining about Xiao Hei's long absence, or because it hurt the wound on his body, which made him frown.

Watson had a dream.

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Only autumn knows how many flowers have fallen in dreams.

Half asleep and half awake, Watson muttered something, whether it was a poem or a Buddha's greeting, and then slowly opened his eyes.

As he stretched out his hand, he was stunned. His mouth opened, but he didn't shout out. He lay on the bed in silence.

There was no wind or rain outside the window, and the room was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood.

Shaking his head, Watson spent a moment sitting quietly in front of the window, looking at the young man in the bronze mirror, and had to accept the reality in front of him.

The boy in the bronze mirror is only eleven years old. In reality, he drags a leg that appears to be disabled.

The feeling in front of him was not very real. He didn't even know if he was still in a dream? Or, like his godfather said, he had transcended the limitations of time and space.

Yesterday, I clearly killed five great monks in the realm of transcending tribulation in the South China Sea, crushed the jade pendant of Niu Dali, a man in black, and burned the black mist of the jade pendant with a fire...

Why am I still trapped in a boundless dream? Could it be that I have really been cursed by my opponent?

Looking at his much smaller body, he quietly circulated his infuriating energy, and then smiled bitterly. The pitiful infuriating energy in his dantian probably had not yet established its foundation.

And I am a great master who is in the realm of transcending tribulation and possesses the ninth level of Buddhist formless dharma body?

God, do you want to play with me like this? At this moment, he was extremely confused.

I washed myself with clean water in the wooden basin by the window and changed into a clean short coat of coarse cloth, but I still felt unreal.

There is still some pain in his left leg, but it no longer affects his ability to walk around the house.

There is a small bronze incense burner on the table, and a Buddhist scripture is placed next to it. There is a faint scent of sandalwood filling the room. It is clearly a Buddhist temple.

When I stretched out my hand and touched it, I saw that my hair was still short and long. Could it be that I had become a little monk?

After muttering softly, he realized that the clothes he was wearing were not monk's robes. Could it be that he was a handyman in the temple?

He sighed, closed his eyes, and meditated quietly.

Shenhai was not there, and naturally he had no spiritual consciousness, but some memories came flooding back, making him unable to speak out.

Who am I? I am Watson from the north gate of Wangcun Ancient Town. I have been frail and sick since kindergarten. Therefore, my originally wealthy family was dragged down to pieces because of his health.

His parents who loved him had to end their family business and embark on a long and endless journey to find the elixir.

Fortunately, there is a powerful sister who gathered her energy early and entered the sect in Phoenix Mountain to practice.

Before his parents left home, they fostered Watson in Yunqi Buddhist Temple... Fortunately, the abbot, Chen Merci, found some medicinal herbs to temper Watson's body from time to time.

After persisting in tempering his body, he finally succeeded in gathering his energy when he was ten years old and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

How difficult is it for a child who is always sick to embark on the path of spiritual practice?

Naturally, Watson, who wants to be strong, cannot just eat and drink for free in the temple and be an idler.

So since he was seven years old, he had been chopping firewood in the mountains behind the temple. Master Liaochen originally didn't want him to work so hard, but later he thought that this way he could train Watson's body.

So after explaining some precautions, I ignored him.

None of the monks in the temple gave Watson a hard time. He brought back as much firewood as he could. As time went by, Watson became stronger and cut more and more firewood every day...

Until January, one summer afternoon.

Watson, who was chopping firewood in the back mountain, saw a blooming orchid on the cliff and wanted to pick it back and keep it until his sister came to the temple to give it to her one day.

So tragically, he fell into the cliff and broke his left leg.

Liao Chen waited all night until the senior brother in the temple's dining hall told him that Watson had not come for dinner, and then he led people to find him in the back mountain.

It was already the end of the second day, and Watson's left leg missed the best opportunity for treatment. After some treatment by Chen Chen, it finally became disabled.

The only solution is to wait for his parents, who are away in search of elixir, to bring back the elixir to cure the disease he was born with.

Opening his eyes, Watson smiled bitterly.

Another sister, a sister who is much more powerful than myself.

My younger sister Hua Yu is already a monk in the Golden Elixir Realm of Phoenix Mountain. She is a ten-year-old Golden Elixir. Even the abbot Master Liao Chen told Watson that her sister is a peerless genius.

No longer thinking about whether he was in a dream or traveling to a previous life, Watson pushed away the wood and came to sit under the pear tree in the yard.

The pear trees are already covered with green fruits, and I think I can pick them and eat them in a few days.

My home in a small town is full of apricot trees behind the house, but here is a green pear tree. A green pear, a green pear travels through my past and present lives.

"Watson, how are you today? Do you want me to cook you another potion?"

The message from his master Ling Chen came to his ears. From the day Watson successfully gathered energy, he officially worshiped Chen as his teacher. A teacher is like a father, and a father's love is like a mountain.

Even if Liao Chen was short of elixirs, he would go into the mountains to collect herbs from time to time, and occasionally cook a bowl of concoction for Watson.

It was said to help him strengthen his body and hope that he could be cured of the old disease he was born with as soon as possible.

"Fortunately, Master doesn't have to worry about the disciple. The disciple will practice harder in the future."

Watson, who was sitting under the tree, had come to his senses. Whether this was a dream or a time travel, he decided to seriously realize what was right.

Just like the formless body he practiced before: "All forms are false!"

He already understood his situation, so how could he care about the problems in front of him? At worst, he would practice the formless body all over again...

Thinking of this, even he himself was shocked. If he rebuilds his formless body, if one day breaks through, will it be even more shocking than his godfather's back then?

Liao Chen in the Buddhist hall was stunned, wondering what happened to Watson today? His energy was obviously thicker than yesterday. Could it be because he drank the potion he cooked?

He shook his head, closed his eyes quietly, pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "There is no need to go to the back mountain to chop firewood these days. Let's wait until your feet feel better."

Watson replied: "Thank you, Master. I will go when the disciple feels better."

After accepting the current facts, he decided to change the environment around him and change his body.

The next step was to clean the room, mop the floor, wipe the table, and clean up all the weeds and dust in the yard. He wanted to change everything in front of him.

It wasn't until he made the small yard as clean as Master's Buddhist hall that he let out a heavy breath.

I fetched a bucket of well water, washed myself thoroughly, and washed the clothes that had been piled in the house for who knows how long and hung them to dry under the eaves.

Looking at the clean and tidy courtyard, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter whether it’s windy or rainy tomorrow, right now I just want to practice quietly.

Although he found that he was extremely weak at the moment, he was still very satisfied with the clean and tidy room in front of him.

"As long as I am alive! There is hope!"

Recalling the past, Watson, sitting under the eaves, murmured: "There is no end to the road, and I will prove to you that everything can be changed."

Silently running the formless body and mind, he is thinking about some troublesome things in his mind. In his opinion, he may be waiting for the day when he can cultivate the formless body to the fourth or fifth level.

This will cure the old illness that has plagued him for the past year.

What is an old obsession? It turns out that Watson's pubic area has been a funnel since he was a child.

No matter how many elixirs his parents gave him, no matter how many times he gathered energy, he would eventually disappear without a trace overnight.

It wasn't until he was ten years old that Master Liao Chen found a magical elixir, supplemented it with Buddhist techniques, and used Prajna Palm to seal his Dantian, so that the true energy he had gathered would not be lost overnight.

In this way, it took the master and the disciple more than a year, and Watson suffered countless hardships before he could reach the third level of Qi Gathering.

With such a level of cultivation, not to mention the monks in the temple, even some of the strong villagers at the foot of the mountain were much better than him.

All this will no longer be a problem in Watson's eyes.

Since the master can seal his Dantian with the Buddhist Prajna Palm, then he can use the supreme Buddhist mind method to rebuild his physical body.

The five hearts are facing the sky, and the mind of the formless dharma heart is operating over and over again... Different from the first time he cultivated the earth, now he is practicing it again.

Watson, who was sitting on the futon, just recited the Buddhist sutra twice, and a faint golden light emerged from his body.
To be continued...