Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 129 The Consequences of Recklessness

After a while.

Duan Zhixing saw Huang Lin who had his eyes tightly closed with a solemn expression, and frowned.

He shook his head, walked back to the hall and took his seat, picked up the teacup and waited.

a long time.

Duan Zhixing was about to finish his cup of tea when Huang Lin opened his eyes with a dark face.

There is nothing abnormal about his sea of ​​consciousness, and the blob of green energy is also very honest, it has been staying there without moving.

"Brother Duan, I offended you just now!"

Huang Lin cupped his fists again to apologize to Duan Zhixing.

"This matter is not the original intention of fellow daoist. If you think about it, fellow daoist's investigation is fruitless, right?"

Duan Zhixing waved his hand, he already knew the reason and didn't mean to blame Huang Lin.

This person does not know how many years he can live.

Pity!
"Looking at Brother Duan's meaning, he seems to know something?"

Huang Lin asked eagerly like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

No one wants to be a psychopath.

When he came out of the big wheel before, he had a faint feeling that something was wrong. At that time, he only thought it was the reason of the remnant soul of the ancient Buddha.

But today it happened again, and the remnant soul was wiped out by the deduction disk.

"Does fellow daoist's mood fluctuate easily?"

Duan Zhixing didn't answer directly, but asked about Huang Lin's symptoms.

"In recent years, Huang has rarely had emotional ups and downs, and occasionally laughed out loud, and there was no one else around, so I don't know what's unusual."

"It's like this time, and it happened once two days ago."

After recalling it carefully, Huang Lin said with certainty.

"Has fellow Daoist's request been rejected in recent years?"

Huang Lin had another burst of memories, recalling everything that happened after he came to this world.

After a long time, he shook his head slightly and said:

"Except for the time two days ago, there is only today."

Hearing this, Duan Zhixing sighed, and looked at Huang Lin with pity.

"Daoyou's disease should be what Duan thought, and the spirit and soul will be damaged!"

"The soul is damaged?! How is this possible?!"

Huang Lin immediately got up and exclaimed.

"My secret record of the Dali royal family, the symptoms of people with damaged spirits are very similar to those of fellow Taoists."

"Fellow Daoist didn't find the problem before, it should be because the past few years have been very smooth, and no one has violated the will of Fellow Daoist."

"If it's a happy thing, this disease is like an ordinary person."

"But once there are emotions such as sorrow, sorrow, bitterness, anger, etc., it is very easy to expand them, thereby blinding the mind."

Duan Zhixing slowly described Huang Lin's illness in detail.

Huang Lin's eyes were blank at this moment.

Is the co-author damaged?

But after arriving in this world, he is almost invincible, and there are only a few people in contact with. Who can damage his soul?
Even in Dalun Temple, he had the seizure first, and then he encountered the remnant soul of the ancient Buddha.

"Brother Duan, in today's world, are there still ways to hurt people's souls?"

He couldn't help asking what was in his heart.

"I've never heard of it. It seems that Shaolin's lion's roar has the effect of hurting people's spirits, but Duan is not sure."

"But if that's the case, Huang really can't figure out how this soul was injured."

Suddenly, Huang Lin thought of something, and couldn't help but continued:

"Brother Duan, have you ever heard of sword intent?"

"Sword intent? Ever since Pei Min in the Tang Dynasty, I have never heard of anyone having a sword intent! Duan doesn't know what a sword intent is either."

Duan Zhixing was stunned for a moment, wondering why Huang Lin suddenly asked about sword intent.

"Whether it's sword intent or not, Huang can't say for sure, but with a clear mind, he can feel the sword light hitting his face. This is already four years ago."

Thinking back to the days when the sword spirit was pure, Huang Lin's face turned pale.

That kind of pain is no worse than soaking in Xuanyuan Body Refining Soup, but the knot is held for a shorter time.

Seeing this, Duan Zhixing couldn't help asking:

"The sword light enters the body, how does it feel?"

"The pain is unstoppable! The soul seems to be torn apart."

"Fellow Daoist, can you explain this matter in detail?"

Looking at Huang Lin like this, it seems that he is resisting the sword intent, so Duan Zhixing wants to know the details.

"Ah, four years ago, Huang Lin was blessed by a senior by chance, and accidentally received a sword intent. After the pain, he felt refreshed, as if some impurities had been wiped away from his soul, and he began to think about it."

After a pause, Huang Lin continued:
"After all, the world has not seen the method of refining gods for many years."

Duan Zhixing couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words, and didn't interrupt.

"Huang will resist that sword intent every few days, and refine his soul more than ten times until the sword intent dissipates."

"Later, I didn't find anything wrong. On the contrary, my mind and soul became much purer, and my thoughts became more sensitive."

The way Duan Zhixing looked at him changed.

Without any resistance measures, he resisted the sword intent more than ten times!
Really ruthless!

"Friend Daoist, you are so reckless!"

"Brother Duan, is it really the reason for the pure spirit of sword intent that Huang's soul was damaged?"

Huang Lin was a little at a loss, he is now a well-rounded man, and the problem of physical essence has also been made up for by snow lotus seeds.

Zhao Kuo is also helping him with his part-time job, and he will be able to concentrate on cultivating only after he finds out the method of enlightenment.

The great fairyland is in sight, but now he suddenly heard that his soul was damaged, which made him flustered.

"There should be no other reason. Daoist, think about it. A sword is a weapon. Although I don't know the meaning of the sword, I can still think that it is a murderous thing. It is very dangerous."

"How dare you fight with your spirit and soul. It's a fate that you didn't die on the spot! Now I don't know how long you can last."

"Ugh"

With that said, Duan Zhixing shook his head and sighed.

A great genius is about to die.

"Brother Duan, do you know of any remedy?"

When Huang Lin heard that his life was about to die, he immediately asked the other party nervously.

"If it's a physical injury, Duan is still somewhat sure, but this soul."

At the end, Duan Zhixing shook his head.

"Is there really no way?!"

Huang Lin's tone was a bit cold.

Duan Zhixing looked at him speechlessly, and had another attack!

Even if you pinch the Buddha seal.

"Bah!"

"I'm really sorry, Huang can't control it."

Huang Lin clasped his fists in embarrassment, his face turned red.

As if thinking of something casually, he took one out of his pocket and opened it on the spot.

A fragrance suddenly permeated the air.

Sitting across from him, Duan Zhixing didn't notice anything, just stared blankly at Huang Lin's robe.

This robe is not too loose, why did he hide a jade box and he didn't even find it.

"This is a snow lotus with 47 petals, which grows on the top of the snow peak in the Kunlun Mountains. It has not been discovered for more than two thousand years."

"Every time Huang smells the fragrance of this flower, his spirit is lifted. I wonder if this thing will help him?"

Hearing Huang Lin finished speaking, he sniffed and sniffed carefully, no scent?

Seeing this, Huang Lin suddenly remembered that the fragrance of this flower was only about three feet away.

Then he got up and took the jade box over, and then sat down next to Duan Zhixing.

Duan Zhixing's eyes lit up when he smelled the fragrance of flowers.

"Such a genius and treasure, fellow Taoists can get it, it is truly a blessing!"

After a pause, he said in embarrassment:

"This fragrance is actually beneficial to the soul, but this snow lotus may not be able to repair the wounds of the soul of fellow daoists."

"Thinking about it, fellow Taoist, with the convenience of that divine bird, should have gotten a lot of lotus snow in Kunlun Mountain, and ate a lot, right?"

Huang Lin fell silent immediately.

He drank more than a thousand catties of snow lotus wine and ate a lot of lotus seeds. If it really worked, he wouldn't have seizures one after another.

Duan Zhixing opened his mouth several times, but hesitated.

He still has another method, but that method is just to draw a cake.

There has been no news of that practice for hundreds of years.

Seeing Huang Lin's expression, he couldn't bear it.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said:
"Actually, fellow daoist's soul still has hope of recovery."

Huang Lin suddenly raised his head and stared at Duan Zhixing.

"It's just that the hope is too slim. Duan is worried that the fellow daoist will be disappointed again."

"I hope Brother Duan will let me know, Huang is very grateful!"

Huang Lin got up immediately, clasped his fists and bowed heavily.

It's about your own life, even a glimmer of hope is better than nothing!

This ceremony was avoided by Duan Zhixing.

I saw him shaking his head and sighing.

said slowly:

"The method of refining the gods!"

(End of this chapter)