Painting of the Nine Immortals

Witch God Realm, wild mountain range.

A handsome young man lies in a shabby thatched hut.

He was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was motionless in bed.

This person is Ling Xian.

I do not know how long, he woke up leisurely, and then felt a severe pain. As if there were tens of thousands of needles stuck in his body, Rao's tenacity and his face twisted with pain.

It took a long time for Ling Xian to adapt to this severe pain, and he was barely able to think. After that, he looked around and looked at the furnishings in the house.

I saw that the furnishings in the house were very simple, except for a bed under him, there was only one table left. Although it is simple, it is extremely clean and not stained with dust. I want to come to the relationship where the Lord often cleans.

"It seems that someone saved himself."

Ling Xian murmured, he remembered very clearly that he was on the verge of death at that time, and if there was no one to treat it, he would die. And he was alive at the moment, which proved that someone had saved him.

After that, he turned his gaze to the storage bag around his waist and saw that it was tied to his waist with a good smile.

The storage bag never disappeared, proving that the person who saved him did not miss it, naturally let him relax.

"So it seems that this person saved me out of kindness and not malicious. And this person can even save my life, and it must be okay to find the truth."

Ling Xian smiled and was full of joy.

Rejoicing not only because he is not dead, but also because he is not dead. Although he did not see Yuzhengzhen, he was very clear that he was hurt more than her.

This person can keep his life, and it is natural to let the fish find the truth.

In this way, can Lingxian not feel happy?

"I thought I was going to die. I didn't expect that I would meet a noble man and a turnaround."

Ling Xian was full of joy, and decided to thank the beneficiary, even if the treasures in the storage bag were sent out.

Immediately, he set aside the matter for a moment, looking inward at his body. After that, I took a breath.

I saw that his internal organs were severely damaged, and the meridians and bones were mostly broken. Even Yuanying and Dantian had cracks to varying degrees. Such injuries are extremely serious.

"No wonder it hurts ..."

Ling Xian shook her head with a bitter smile, and then the staring eyes flashed with curiosity, especially after seeing the light at the heart, she became even more curious.

He knew very well that such serious injuries could not sustain him, and that it was definitely the credit of those who saved him.

What kind of person can he treat such a serious injury?

"This light contains buddha power. It seems that the one who saved me is a Buddhist practitioner."

Ling Xian smiled a little. He also practiced two kinds of Buddhist magical powers. Naturally, he could detect the magnificent Buddha power from this light, and judged that the person who saved him was a Buddhist practitioner.

Moreover, cultivation must be good, otherwise, it would not be possible to have such a great Buddha power.

Having determined this, Ling Xian planned to get out of bed and see the life-saving benefactor. However, he only moved a bit, and then felt a sharp pain in his heart, which caused him to sweat coldly.

No way, he was hurt too badly. Although there is no worry about his life, but don't want to move in a short time.

Just then, a sound of nature sounded outside the door.

"You shouldn't mess around now, just lie down."

The voice dropped, the door opened, and a white nun walked in slowly.

She is pure and beautiful, holy and immaculate, just like a bodhisattva, she is extraordinary. Especially against the background of those seven layers of Buddha light, she seemed to be flawless and transcendent, above all beings.

Suddenly, Ling Xian froze.

Not because of the seven layers of Buddha light, it means that this woman has profound dharma, but because he knows this woman!

In the past, Ling Xian had not yet set foot on the path of spiritual practice, but her longing for spiritual practice was almost paranoid.

Therefore, after a failure, he became mad because he could not bear the blow.

It was then that he met the first opportunity in his life.

A mysterious woman happened to pass by Qingcheng, and she just happened to see the crazy Lingxian. Xu Shi could not bear seeing his mental disorder. Therefore, he rescued him, and later taught him the Leiyin Temple's secret of the meditation.

After that, the woman disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

However, Ling Xian has always kept this kind of kindness in mind, especially in the later practice, the meditation curse has saved him many times from danger, and this kind of kindness has become stronger and stronger.

So much so that he couldn't forget, he went to Leiyin Temple specially and planned to find this woman. But it was told that Leiyin Temple had never had a woman.

At that time, Ling Xian was so lost that she thought she would never see benefactors throughout her life. I didn't expect to see the mysterious woman again today!

Yes, the solemn woman in front of the treasure is the woman of that year!

Therefore, after Ling Xian returned to God, she was instantly excited.

This made the woman frown slightly, and said, "Why is the donor excited?"

"Because I saw an old man, I saw a benefactor."

Ling Xianping regained excitement in her chest, and then struggled to get out of bed. Suddenly, blood stained her body.

His pale face was distorted by severe pain.

However, his movement did not stop, even if it was trembling violently, he remained firm.

This made Nunny move, she couldn't figure out what kind of conviction could make Ling Xianning endure such pain, and she had to get out of bed.

"Ahem ..."

Lingxian coughed up blood, forbearing pain, and walked to the woman. After that, he bowed deeply and arched with his fists.

"Under Lingxian, I would like to thank my predecessors for saving lives, and also for saving lives today."

Hearing the words, the woman froze slightly, and said, "I understand the grace of today, but I don't remember, I once gave to you."

"It's been 100 years. It's normal for seniors to forget."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Did the seniors remember that when you were in Qingcheng, you once passed a meditation spell to a boy?"

After hearing the words, the woman froze. After a while, she finally remembered it.

"Oh it's you."

The woman was so shocked that she didn't expect that the young man who was good at cultivation would be the young man who couldn't set foot in the past!

She can see that Ling Xian has a deep foundation and definitely has reached several extreme levels of evil. Otherwise, the foundation will not be so strong.

And she also remembers very well that Ling Xian was unable to set foot on the road. It is mortal to say good, but unpleasant to say, it is downright waste.

However, the former waste has now become the sixth powerhouse, how can she not feel shocked?

"Wait, you mean ... your name is Lingxian?" The woman's eyebrows frowned slightly, suddenly thinking of his name.

"Good." Ling Xian nodded with a smile, staring gratefully.

"It's a Lingxian. I can't imagine that you would be the boy of that year." The woman slowly exhaled a spit of air, as if to spit out all the shock in her chest.

She thought she was indifferent to her mind and had amazing determination, but when she became known as Lingxian, she was the one who couldn't set foot on the road of practice.