Medical Sovereign

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Lao Ni lowered his eyes and his hands sighed: "This is a hit, why come to life."

If the hunter is struck by lightning, it will be awkward and silent for a long time. Yingying bowed: "Please help my mother."

"Amitabha!"

Old Nicholas pulled his eyelids and said: "He is guilty of peach blossoms, and he has nothing to do with him. He can only rely on himself. He has been suffering for a lifetime, why not practice with me?"

"But he is also your grandson, you can't see you die." Ding screamed and pleaded.

Lao Ni finally looked up, and the light was cold and ruthless. He said: "I am a foreigner, the law is quiet, no relatives, no grandfather."

"My mother-in-law, I know that my grandfather was sorry for you at the beginning, but he is your grandson after all. Mom is such a son, and I am such a younger brother. I also hope that my mother-in-law will help me."

Ding hunted the hunter, I cried, crying.

Meditation and old nephew is speechless, like recollection of the past, for a long time, only leisurely sigh: "But, the dust is not broken, only one time, the next is not an example!"

"Thank you for your mother-in-law!" Ding hunt her head and was very happy.

"There is nothing in the world, where is the dust, Amitabha!" Quietly closing his eyes and sitting on the meditation, without saying anything.

Ding is hunting with a smile, she knows that as long as the mother-in-law is willing to take the shot, Ding Ning will no longer have the worry of life.

In the simple bed in the cloud room, Ding was sitting on the edge of the bed and holding Ding Ning's hand. Although it was the first time that such a close contact had already been destined for a man, there was no strangeness or resistance.

Watching him in a coma is also a painful face, and the distressed tears are falling.

Knife and others quietly stood outside the cloud room, although Missy had said that this does not blame them, but they are still full of sorrow.

"Mother, how is he?"

Jingxin Lao Ni just gave Ding Ning a pulse, and Ding couldn’t wait to ask.

"Strange, I have never seen such a pulse, the meridians are broken, the insane disorder... No, it is a mental disorder."

The meditation seems to be felt, and the eyebrows flashed an incredible color.

"Spiritual? Isn't it true?"

Ding’s face is different from the face, and it seems to be no stranger to the infuriating.

"It's spiritual power, so I feel strange."

After meditation, I saw a face that was ignorant and explained in detail: "Lingy power is also called innate qi, which is brought from the mother's womb. With the cultivation of the warrior, the turbidity of the day after tomorrow will gradually bring this scorpion into the air. It has grown stronger, but at the same time it has made the innocence of the innocent gas. In ancient times, the heavens and the earth were rich in spirit, and the practitioners were able to constantly absorb relatively pure aura from the outside world and turn into the spiritual power of the body, which can be followed by modern The industrial development of society has become more and more serious, and the aura between heaven and earth is gradually thinning. Therefore, those ancient warriors are reclusive in the practice of deep-seated Daze in the spiritual or unpolluted, this child has been living in the world, how can there be so Pure spiritual power is incredible."

"Is this a good or a bad thing?"

Ding was nervous and asked, she didn't care what spiritual power was not working. She only cares about Ding Ning's safety.

"The essence of cultivation is to constantly absorb the free aura between the heavens and the earth, to wash the body constantly, thereby removing impurities from the body, achieving the effect of prolonging life and strengthening the body, and the precondition is the purity of spiritual power. The more pure the force, the better the effect of tempering the body."

Meditation and ignorance of Ding Ding still seems to understand, the clear scorpion flashes with wise light: "To make a simple analogy, it is like washing fruit, the cleaner the water, the easier it is to wash the fruit. But if the water is very dirty, the fruit will not be cleaned. The fruit here refers to the human body, and the clean water is the spiritual power. The unclean water is the innate qi, so the cultivation is actually constantly The process of purifying dirty water into clean water and finally washing the fruit."

Ding hunted and realized, but then he asked: "Since his body is spiritual, shouldn't it be a good thing?"

"In terms of cultivation itself, this is a good thing. The spiritual power of the body is destined to be much faster than the average person. After all, it saves the process of turning the true gas into spiritual power, but for his injury. In fact, too pure and clean spiritual power has caused his injury to be difficult to heal."

Meditation and old-fashioned smile: "I have been practicing for so many years. Although I have cultivated more spiritual power than him, but without his spiritual power, it is difficult for my spiritual power to guide his spiritual power to heal. Instead, it will be rejected by his spiritual power, and certainly not a good thing."

"What will he do?" Ding did not expect this to be the result, and suddenly asked the six gods without the Lord.

The meditation of old man smiled and shook his head: "The spiritual power in his body has gone out of control, and eventually he will die after the break of the pulse. I can't help him."

"Ah, mother-in-law, beg you, you must have a way to save him? Are you thinking about ways, he can't die."

Ding’s eye-catching eyes were red, and the hand of meditation was so painful.

Meditation and old Nie closed his eyes and announced the Buddha number. For a long time, he looked deeply at Ding, and said seriously:

"Hunting, your qualifications are very good, I have always wanted to accept you as a disciple, inherit my clothes, but you are not in the dust, why are you not accustomed to the mundane things, I am asking you now, you can do it to save him. To what extent?"

"As long as I can save him, I will do my life." Ding hung red eyes and said resolutely.

Quietly, the old face asked with no expression: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Ding said.

"Amitabha, if that's the case, there is only one last resort."

The meditation of the old man announced the voice of the Buddha, let Ding hunt suddenly gave birth to hope, and urgently asked: "What?"

"You are a natural Buddha body that is difficult to meet in a million years. If you convert to my Buddha, you will be able to achieve the supreme Buddha's fruit and become a living Buddha. But your heart has a obsession, but in order to repay you, you are willing to float in the world. Now it is He voluntarily fell into the nose and hell, and the Buddha practiced the Bodhisattva Road. He used to cut the flesh and feed the eagle, but you...hey."

Jingxin Lao Ni’s eyes looked at Ding Ning’s complex look and sighed with a smile:

"To save him is no different from being a demon, but it is gone. This is the fate of your life. It is also your life. It is my robbery. I am not out of the three realms. I should be like a water stop. Net, can't give up the red dust family."

Ding was hungry with big eyes, listening to the clouds in the fog, do not understand what meditation is saying, "What is the body of the devil? He is my brother, how can it be a demon?"

Jingxin Lao Ni did not explain, but deeply looked at the stone man on Ding Ning's neck. In addition to the magic guard, this is the duty of the Buddha, but when this demon is his grandson, this blood relationship will eventually make her invisible. Can't save.

The heart sighed and could only abandon the skill of suffering a lifetime. From then on, he was a devil or a Buddha. She was no longer worried about the ancient Buddha.

Immediately, his face was serious: "Hunting, there is a demon in his body, but he can still suppress it with his pure spiritual power, but he is now being rebelled, and the devil will soon erupt, and he will endure because of it." Living in a huge demon and exploding, now I can only help you to build a Buddha, and help you to become a Buddhist monk, then you can double-education with him, guiding his disorderly spirit to repair the injury and enhance his Buddhahood. Suppressing his demon, but from now on, you will completely eliminate the Buddha's nature, break your own path of cultivation, and become the master of his cultivation, you - sure to save him?"

Ding is hunting a pretty face, what is the devil, she does not understand, she only understands the double-word, feels ashamed.

Although she has long been recognized as a man of her future, in her heart, she still hopes that he can pursue himself. There is a romantic process before the flower, and it will be a good time to sing a woman.

I didn't think that this moment came so quickly and so suddenly that she couldn't catch it, and her heart was like a deer, feeling that she was not fully prepared.

But at this moment, Ding Ning’s situation is at stake, and she will be dying at any time. She refuses to be reserved and shy, and nostalgicly nodded in a generous manner: “I am sure!”

"If that's the case, let's get started, sit back and cross my knees!"

The sorrowful face of the old-fashioned face is full of sadness and compassion.

She didn't know that her own practice was wrong, but she couldn't give up the blood and blood in the red dust. Even if she contributed to the growth of a demon, she had no choice.

A pair of wrinkled old hands, tightly attached to the back of Ding's hunting, the cultivation of the mouth of the joyful meditation is now in the mind of the hunting, as the knife is engraved in the heart.

I have thought about the loss of the Vatican, and I am afraid that I will not enter the city. In the world, there is a double law, and it does not bear the burden of the Qing Dynasty... The road does not leave the yin and the yang, but the singer loses the fear of the ocean, and the Qing doubles do not argue. The men and women do not have to fight for it. It’s not helpful to fix it. Try to see the eggs of the pheasant and keep the wings of the young...

Ding was hunted for meditation, and the constant flash in her mind made her face red and red, which made her feel confused and hot...

With the spiritual power of meditation, the meridians of a stream of air flow in her body, forming a cycle of circulation, so that her whole body skin is red, blue ridges, there is nowhere to vent, always blasting and dying Feeling depressed.

Jingxin Lao Ni has loosened his hand, and his hands are vain. Ding Ning has already floated up in the air.

"Hey..."

Jingxin Lao Ni's hands are constantly shooting, and Ding Ning's body is constantly beating, Ding Ning's breath is constantly rising wildly...

The sorrowful gaze of the spirits has been blurred, and the self-control of the Ding Ning constantly tears his clothes, and sighs, sighs and trembles, trembles and stands up, closing the door and leaving.

Ding Ning made a long dream, as if he was in the boundless fire, he lost all his strength, no room for resistance, feeling helpless and fearful.

The fire of the sky can burn him into ash at any time, the burning pain in the lungs, and the terrible suffocation made him feel the fear of death for the first time in his life.

The fear is so real and vivid that he gave birth to a strong unwillingness and desire for life. The suffocating suffocation of life was born, and a huge illusion appeared behind him.

However, this illusion is no longer a demon Luohan, but a monster with a double-headed face, a head like a ox, and a double-winged monster. The whole body is black and ink, exuding the horrible hegemony.

The fire sea seems to be in awe, constantly evading the shadow, but the shadow is like the king of the world, driving Ding Ning's body, proudly devoted to the sea of ​​fire.

"boom!"

Ding Ning and the virtual shadow merge into one, burning a black flame, and a strong sense of power made him want to make a long scream, but found that he could not make a sound.

Even his hands and feet are not under his control, as if he is just a beggar, every move must be at the mercy of the shadow, which gives him a deep fear.

The most terrible thing is that the power of phantom is too strong, and his meridians can't bear the perfusion of phantom power, and the constant expansion and bulging makes him **** and violent.