Death Heavenly Dao and Odd Zhuo hadn't expected the girl to gradually become transparent.
But very quickly, Death Heavenly Dao realized what was going on. "I never thought the legend would actually be true …"
"What legend?" Odd Zhuo asked anxiously.
"It's said that in order to prevent people from being resurrected without limit through means like the Death Substitute Talisman, Dao Ancestor deliberately set up a secret spell. So, I purposely set up a secret technique … As long as the resurrection exceeds a certain number of times, the existence of the resurrected will decrease … "
"Decrease her presence?" Odd Zhuo was astonished.
"When her presence decreases to the end, Miss Sun will be completely transparent. In theory, she won't be considered dead, but no one will be able to touch or hear her, and no one will be able to hear what she says to other people … "
"Then what's the difference between this and being dead?"
"The difference is that she's not on the Heavenly Dao's death list, and doesn't even have the chance to be reincarnated. She can only drift in the world forever as a spirit of nothingness … "
Odd Zhuo: "Isn't that about the same as a hollow spirit?"
Death Heavenly Dao sighed. "If that's the case, she might as well become a hollow spirit. At least a hollow spirit is a complete life form … "
"Is there a way to stop it?" Odd Zhuo hadn't expected this at all.
This girl's presence in the book was already low enough …
Now, she was actually forced to make the Heavenly Dao lower its presence. How tragic!
"Unless you're a Heavenly Dao white list user, you can't use resurrection methods without limit."
Death Heavenly Dao slowly shook its head and stared at the girl in the medical cabin, whose transparency was gradually decreasing. "Also, in order to prevent cheating, the white list has a forty-eight-hour review period. That is to say, even if Miss Sun is added to the white list now, it's too late. Her body will become completely transparent in the next forty-eight hours … "
…
Saturday, November 28th.
It was a plan to destroy the "unspeakable land" and exterminate the evil Heavenly Dao to save Lotus Sun.
Wang Ling, Golden Lamp and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal discussed it together and came to an official agreement.
The entire plan was divided into three parts.
First: Find the ancient Heavenly Dao lurking on Earth and temporarily block the Yin and Yang Death Tribulation.
Second: Complete the upgrade of Earth and train many reliable cultivators to guard Earth.
Third: The Monk would lead the way, and Wang Ling would break through the Unspeakable land together with Wang Ling, thus cutting off the source of the Yin and Yang Death Tribulation.
With the Monk handling everything from the outside, Wang Ling just needed to support him from behind.
Among the people Wang Ling had come into contact with so far, this was probably the most reliable person in all aspects.
But there was something else he didn't understand.
He had always thought that the person who had divined Lotus Sun's "Yin and Yang Death Calamity" had been the monk himself.
However, after careful questioning, the monk said that he had never read the girl's fortune before.
Now, the question was, who was that fortune teller from back then?
Sun Yiyuan was probably the only one who knew about this.
Wang Ling wasn't a meddlesome person, but this matter concerned a girl's life.
He activated his King's Eye and peeked at the appearance of the fortune-teller in Old Man Sun's memory.
In the end, the King's Eye could only see darkness.
He didn't see anything.
"Did they tamper with it in advance …" Wang Ling frowned.
His direction had been wrong from the start.
Because he had always mistakenly thought that the golden lamp was that fortune teller, he was one step too late. Instead, that mysterious fortune teller had covered up this part of his memory …
At that moment, Wang Ling's emotions were exceptionally complicated.
As expected, there were crouching tigers and hidden dragons on Earth.
It seemed that apart from the monk …
There was also a mysterious expert.
The other party had actually been able to predict this step and make preparations in advance, which at least proved that this person wasn't weaker than the monk.
…
On the day that Wang Ling and Jin Deng met, the monk was led by Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal to the hospital.
When the group of specialists and doctors gathered at the hospital saw the monk, they all had sorrowful expressions on their faces.
"Ai, it's all my fault! My medical skills weren't good enough, I couldn't save Miss Lotus Sun … "
"It looks like we have to continue learning! Only then can we save more people! "
The moment the doctors saw the monk, they all looked as if they had been enlightened, and some even huddled together to wipe away their tears.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn't understand. "Why are you all so sad? Isn't there still hope for Miss Sun … "
One of the doctors was blank for a moment before he asked, "So you didn't bring the monk here to perform a ritual?"
Jin Deng and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
This was a serious occasion, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had been specially trained for it; he absolutely wouldn't laugh!
Thus, he tried very hard to keep a straight face as he explained Master Jin Deng's background to the many specialists and doctors present.
"This Zen Master Jin Deng isn't an ordinary person. He might have a way to save Miss Lotus Sun."
"A monk?"
Many of the doctors had doubtful looks on their faces.
They were the titans of the medical world, but if even they were helpless, how much ability did a wild monk who had popped up out of nowhere have to save a girl's life?
In their view, this was utter nonsense.
"Senior Immortal, I think this might be a little too hasty … we can understand Mr Sun's feelings." The first person to object was Director Liu Ping, who felt that it was better to be cautious.
The monk had a smile on his face and didn't take the doctors' words to heart at all.
He very much understood what everyone was thinking.
After all, he had lived in seclusion for so many years, and few people knew his Buddhist name.
Without understanding the situation, it was indeed possible to regard him as a swindler.
But when all was said and done, Master Jin Deng was Master Jin Deng; the profoundness of a monk's state of mind wasn't something that ordinary people could imagine.
"Everyone, a monk doesn't lie. Let me show you what I can do first. "
Jin Deng smiled, then reached out and stroked the shoulder of a male doctor. "Benefactor, you suffer from an unmentionable disease in your left shoulder due to constant tiredness. Because of the delay in your work, the disease can't be cured. On rainy days, your left shoulder hurts so much that you can't control it, and it can only be alleviated by dancing at home. Is this Penniless Monk right? "
"Master … How did you know?" The doctor turned pale with shock.
"Don't panic. I've just blessed your left shoulder, and it's fine now. You don't have to live the life of dancing alone at home at night anymore. "
Everyone: "…"
At that moment, the monk was showing off his superb skills in the hospital's conference room.
Everyone began to change their previous attitude, and they began to become enthusiastic!
"Master! Because of my work, my head has always been very bald … "
"Say no more, benefactor. You've lost your hair while saving the dying and helping the injured. This poor monk will return it to you right away."
"Master! I always come home late because of my work, and every time I come home late, my wife makes me kneel on durians … Please touch my knees … "
"Benefactor, there's no need to say more. For this poor monk, it's nothing."
"Master! Because I often stay up late … Well, my wife and I have always wanted a child … Please touch mine … "
At that moment, the monk glanced indifferently at the doctor's lower body and shook his head. "Benefactor, it's not that this poor monk doesn't want to help you. But this matter isn't your problem … "
Everyone: "…"
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