The old nun lowered her eyes, put her palms together and sighed softly, "This is your destiny. How can you accept your fate?"
As if struck by lightning, Qianlie was in a trance. After a long silence, she knelt down and said, "Grandma, please help me."
"Amitabha!"
The old nun's eyelids drooped and she said in a low voice, "His life is full of peach blossoms. One flower brings one tribulation, and no one can overcome it. He can only rely on himself. Qianlie has had a miserable life, so why not cultivate with me?"
"But he is also your grandson. You can't just watch him die," Ding Qianlie begged in a sad voice.
The old nun finally raised her head. Her eyes were cold and emotionless. She sighed and said, "I am a person outside of this world. My Buddhist name is Jingxin. I have no relatives or friends. How can I have a grandson?"
"Grandma, I know that Grandpa has wronged you, but he is your grandson after all. Mom only has one son, and I only have one brother. I hope Grandma can help me."
Ding Qianlie knelt down and begged with sobs.
The old nun Jingxin was startled and speechless. She seemed to be recalling the past. After a long time, she heaved a long sigh and said, "Forget it. I'm still connected to the mortal world. This is the only time. Don't do it again!"
"Thank you, granny!" Ding Qianlie kowtowed heavily and was overjoyed.
"Originally, there was not a single thing, so where was the dust? Amitabha!" Jing Xin closed her eyes and meditated, not saying a word.
Ding Qianlie's face was full of joy. She knew that as long as the mother-in-law in front of her was willing to help, Ding Ning's life would no longer be in danger.
On the simple bed in the room, Ding Qianlie sat by the bed and held Ding Ning's hand tightly. Although it was the first time that she had such a close contact with the man who was destined to be her, she did not feel strange or resistant at all.
Looking at the pained expression on his face even though he was unconscious, her heart ached so much that tears almost fell from her eyes.
Scar and the others stood quietly outside the Cloud Room. Although the Eldest Miss had already said that they were not to be blamed, they still felt guilty.
"Granny, how is he?"
As soon as the old nun Jingxin felt Ding Ning's pulse, Ding Qianlie couldn't wait to ask.
"Strange, I've never seen such a pulse before. Meridians ruptured, true energy in disorder … No, it's spiritual energy in disorder."
Jing Xin seemed to have sensed something, and disbelief flashed between her brows.
"Spiritual power? Isn't it true energy? "
Ding Qianlie had a strange look on her face. It seemed that she was no stranger to Genuine Qi.
"It's spiritual power. That's why I find it strange."
Seeing Ding Qianlie's confused face, Jing Xin explained in detail, "The spiritual power is also called the Inborn Genuine Qi, which is brought from the mother's womb. As the martial arts practitioner practices, the acquired turbid Qi enters the body and gradually strengthens this wisp of Inborn Genuine Qi, but at the same time, it also makes this wisp of Inborn Genuine Qi extremely impure. In ancient times, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was rich, and the practitioners could constantly absorb relatively pure spiritual Qi from the outside world and turn it into the spiritual power in the body. However, with the industrial development of modern society, the pollution became more and more serious, and the spiritual Qi between heaven and earth gradually thinned. Therefore, those Ancient Warriors lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and lakes with spiritual veins or unpolluted places to practice. This child has always lived in the secular world, so how could she have such pure spiritual power?
"Is his situation a good thing or a bad thing?"
Ding Qianlie asked nervously. She didn't care about the spiritual power at all. She only cared about Ding Ning's safety.
"The essence of practice is actually to constantly absorb the free spiritual Qi between heaven and earth into the body, constantly wash the body, and thus remove the impurities in the body to achieve the effect of prolonging life and strengthening the body. The prerequisite is the purity of the spiritual power. The purer the spiritual power is, the better the effect of refining the body."
Seeing that Ding Qianlie still didn't fully understand, the old nun Jingxin's clear eyes sparkled with wisdom. "To make a simple example, it's like washing fruit. The cleaner the water, the easier it is to wash the fruit. But if the water is dirty, the fruit will not be clean no matter how hard it is washed. The fruit here refers to the human body, and the clean water is the spiritual power, while the dirty water is the acquired Genuine Qi. Therefore, practice is actually a process of constantly purifying the dirty water into clean water, and finally washing the fruit."
Ding Qianlie suddenly understood, but then she asked confusedly, "Since his body is full of spiritual power, shouldn't it be a good thing?"
"In terms of practice itself, it is a great thing. The spiritual power in his body is destined to make his practice much faster than that of ordinary people. After all, it saves the process of transforming Genuine Qi into spiritual power. But for his injury, the overly pure and clean spiritual power makes it difficult for his injury to heal."
The old nun Jingxin smiled bitterly. "I have been practicing quietly for so many years. Although the spiritual power I have cultivated is much stronger than his, it is not as pure as his. This makes it difficult for my spiritual power to guide his spiritual power to heal his injury. Instead, it will be repelled by his spiritual power. Of course, it is not a good thing."
"Then what will happen to him?" Ding Qianlie didn't expect such a result and immediately asked in a daze.
The old nun Jingxin shook her head with a bitter smile. "The spiritual power in his body has been out of control. Eventually, his meridians will break inch by inch and he will die. I can't help him."
"Ah, granny, please, you must have a way to save him, right? Come up with a way. He can't die. "
Ding Qianlie's eyes turned red immediately. She took the old nun Jingxin's hand and begged bitterly.
The old nun Jingxin closed her eyes and said the name of Buddha. After a long time, she looked at Ding Qianlie deeply and said seriously,
"Qianlie, you have a good aptitude. I have always wanted to take you as my disciple and inherit my mantle. But you have not finished your relationship with the mortal world and are entangled with worldly affairs, so you are not willing to do it. Now I ask you, how far can you go to save him?"
"As long as I can save him, I can give my life," Ding Qianlie said firmly with red eyes.
The old nun Jingxin asked expressionlessly, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!" Ding Qianlie said resolutely.
"Amitabha. In this case, there is only one last way."
The old nun Jingxin said the name of Buddha, which made Ding Qianlie suddenly have hope. She asked eagerly, "What is it?"
"You have a rare natural Buddha body. If you convert to Buddhism, you will achieve supreme Buddha fruit and become a living Buddha in the world. But you have an obsession in your heart. In order to repay his kindness, you are willing to drift in the mortal world. Now, you are willing to fall into the Avici Hell for him. The Buddha practiced the Bodhisattva Way and once cut his own flesh to feed the eagle, but you … alas."
The old nun Jingxin looked at Ding Ning with a complicated expression. She sighed and said with a bitter smile,
"Saving him is tantamount to feeding the devil with one's own body. Well, well, this is an ill-fated relationship, your fate, and also my tribulation. I have jumped out of the three realms and am not in the five elements. My heart should be as still as water. But after all, my Buddha heart is not pure, and I can't abandon the mortal world and family."
Ding Qianlie blinked her big eyes. She was confused and did not understand what Jingxin was talking about. "Feeding the devil with one's own body? He is my younger brother. How can he be a devil? "
The old nun Jingxin did not explain, but took a deep look at the stone man on Ding Ning's neck. It was the duty of Buddhists to kill the devil and defend the Tao. But when the devil was her grandson, the kinship of the blood made her unable to watch him die.
She sighed in her heart and could only give up the cultivation that she had cultivated for a lifetime. From now on, whether he was a devil or a Buddha, she would have no more worries.
She immediately became serious and said seriously, "Qianlie, there is a devil in his body. Originally, he could suppress it with his pure Spiritual Energy, but now he is counterattacked, and his devil nature will soon break out. At that time, he will explode and die because he can't bear the huge devil nature. Now, I can only enlighten you and help you practice the Great Happiness Zen of Buddhism. Then, you can practice with him, guide his chaotic Spiritual Energy to heal his injury, strengthen his Buddha nature, and suppress his devil nature. But from now on, your Buddha nature will disappear completely, and your own cultivation will be cut off. You will become his cultivation stove. Are you sure you still want to save him?"
Ding Qianlie blushed. She didn't understand what devil or Buddha was. She only understood the word "practice with him" and felt so shy.
Although she had long determined that he would be her future man, in her heart, she still hoped that he could pursue her and have a romantic process with her. When the time was right, they would be husband and wife.
But she didn't expect that this moment would come so fast and so suddenly, which caught her off guard. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt that she was not fully prepared.
But at this moment, Ding Ning was in a critical situation and could explode and die at any time. She had no time to be reserved and shy, and nodded heavily like a martyr. "I'm sure!"
"In this case, let's get started. Sit down with your legs crossed and your back to me!"
The old nun Jingxin's indifferent face became kind at this moment, full of compassion.
She didn't know whether what she did was right or wrong, but she couldn't give up the kinship of the blood in the mortal world. Even if it facilitated the growth of a devil, she had no choice.
A pair of old and wrinkled hands were tightly attached to Ding Qianlie's back. The practicing pithy formula of the Great Happiness Zen emerged in Ding Qianlie's mind and was engraved in her heart like a knife.
He had once worried that too much affection would harm his Buddhist practice, and when he entered the mountain, he was afraid that he would leave the city. The Great Way does not deviate from Yin and Yang. If one deviates, one would be afraid of the ocean. If one is pure, there is no need to argue. Men and women do not need to fight for gains and losses. The most important thing is to be happy with both. If you practice alone, you will be helpless. If you look at the hen's eggs, how can your young ones grow wings …
Ding Qianlie silently recited the pithy formula, and the scenes of practice with him that made her blush kept flashing in her mind, making her feel confused and hot all over …
As Jingxin's spiritual power turned into streams of air flowing through the meridians in her body, they formed a circle of circulation, making her skin red and her blue veins bulging. She had a suffocating feeling that she would explode and die at any time because she had nowhere to vent.
The old nun Jingxin had loosened her hands and held up her palms, and Ding Ning was already floating in the air.
"Tuk, tuk …"
The old nun Jingxin kept clapping her hands around Ding Ning's body, and Ding Ning's breath kept soaring crazily …
Jing Xin, who was dispirited, glanced at Ding Qianlie, whose eyes were blurred and who could not control herself, threw herself at Ding Ning and tore his clothes. She sighed deeply, stood up shakily, closed the door, and left.
Ding Ning had a long dream, as if he was in a boundless sea of fire, but he had lost all his strength and had no way to resist, feeling helpless and terrified.
The fire rain all over the sky could burn him into ashes at any time, and his lungs were burning with pain. The terrible feeling of suffocation made him feel the fear of death for the first time in his life.
That kind of fear was so real and vivid that it made him feel a strong unwillingness and desire to live. A monstrous hostility arose spontaneously, and a huge phantom appeared behind him.
But this shadow was no longer a demon-conquering arhat, but a monster with two horns on its head, a face like a bull's head, and a pair of wings on its back. Its whole body was as black as ink, emitting a horrible and domineering breath.
The sea of fire seemed to be in awe of it and kept dodging the shadow, but the shadow, like a king descending to the world, took Ding Ning's body and proudly threw itself into the sea of fire.
"Boom!"
Ding Ning and the shadow merged into one, burning with black flames. The strong sense of power made him want to roar, but he found that he couldn't make any sound no matter how hard he tried.
Even his hands and feet were not under his control, as if he were just a puppet, and his every move was manipulated by the shadow, which made him feel a deep fear.
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