Just as he was feeling extremely terrified, a powerful force continuously slammed into his body.
"Bang!"
Ding Ning only felt that his whole body was relaxed, as if something in his body was broken. The excess power found an outlet and kept flowing to a newly opened meridian.
Before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the suffocating feeling of expansion came again, and the newly opened meridian could not accommodate the excess power.
Fortunately, the beating continued. As time went by, another meridian was opened, and the power found an outlet again. But soon, the newly opened meridian began to expand again.
"Bang!"
Another meridian was opened … the feeling of expansion came again … another meridian was opened … and it expanded again …
The cycle repeated until seven meridians were opened in succession. The feeling of suffocation suddenly disappeared, making Ding Ning feel refreshed and suddenly enlightened.
The power of the shadow turned into a turbulent river, rushing in his wide meridians, forming a subtle circle, circulating again and again.
Just as he was about to cry tears of joy and relax, the phantom appeared again.
But at this moment, the shadow could no longer be called a shadow. It had become extremely solid, with a black flame burning around it, rushing straight to his brain.
Ding Ning only felt a splitting headache, and could not help but roar out in pain. The humanoid flame suddenly appeared in his mind, turning into a fire man and starting a fight with the black fire man.
But the black fire man, whether in terms of height or strength, was far from what Ding Ning's "Spirit" could resist. It was beaten back and would be swallowed by the black fire man at any time.
The humanoid flame roared silently, and its whole body suddenly emitted a golden Buddha's light. The sound of Sanskrit was bursting, and it was incomparably sacred.
The black fire man seemed to be extremely afraid of the Buddha's light, making it fearful when it fought. For a while, they were evenly matched, and no one could do anything to the other, forming a stalemate.
Although Ding Ning did not understand what was going on, he could feel a strong threat from the black fire man. He knew that he must not let the black fire man swallow his "Spirit".
Otherwise, he would no longer be himself. Even if there was no change in appearance, he would become another person. This was definitely not a situation he wanted to see.
But God's battle wasn't something he could interfere with. All he could do was hope that God could hold on and not be defeated by the black fire shadow.
However, good times did not last long. As the battle intensified, although the power of the black fire shadow was constantly being corroded and weakened by the golden Buddha's light, the golden Buddha's light also became dimmer and dimmer, showing signs of weakness.
Looking at the black shadow of fire that was getting braver and braver as it fought, it fearlessly pounced on the "God" and forcefully swallowed the "God", it gave birth to deep despair in its heart.
At this moment, a holy shadow flashed, and a white-robed Bodhisattva sat on the lotus throne. He stretched out his hand and beckoned, and Ding Ning uncontrollably fell into the arms of the white-robed Bodhisattva.
He stared blankly at the peerless face of the White Clothed Bodhisattva, who was as beautiful as a fairy. He could not bring himself to profane her.
The Bodhisattva in White blushed under his gaze. She grumbled coquettishly, "Idiot, what are you waiting for?"
Ding Ning was dumbstruck. Like a marionette, he was stripped naked by the Buddha in White …
The holy and flawless Bodhisattva took the initiative to take off her clothes and throw herself into his arms. Ding Ning could not believe it. It turned out that the Bodhisattva was really a model of saving people from suffering.
The Bodhisattva in White was clearly a virgin, but she was more skilled than him, who was half an experienced driver. Various positions allowed him to enjoy the bliss of the world.
Immersed in it, he forgot the threat of the black fire shadow and, with a pious heart, merged with the Bodhisattva in White.
However, he did not find that the gradually dimming golden light of the "God" suddenly shone brightly. The black fire shadow uttered a silent scream and struggled to break away, but it could not. In the end, it was melted into black flames and completely merged with the "God".
The "God" also had a fundamental change. It turned into a double-faced Buddha sitting cross-legged. Its humanoid flame limbs gradually became distinct, and its facial features gradually became clear. It was Ding Ning's appearance.
One side was shining with golden light and had a compassionate expression; the other side was surrounded by black flames, baring its teeth and glaring, looking extremely ferocious.
After a long time, Ding Ning fell into a deep sleep. Ding Qianlie blushed and helped him clean up the scene. She affectionately stroked his handsome cheeks after his eyebrows relaxed.
After a long time, Ding Qianlie dressed neatly and put away the dazzling red that represented that she had changed from a girl to a woman. She carefully put it into her bag, kissed Ding Ning's forehead, and left quietly.
Outside the cloud room, Master Jingxin, dressed in a frock, stood quietly with her hands behind her back.
"Grandma, he has recovered. I'll go first. Thank you."
Ding Qianlie bowed gracefully and said gratefully.
Master Jingxin did not say a word and carefully looked her up and down. With a flash of shock in her eyes, she whispered, "He has practiced the Zen of Buddhism. No wonder, no wonder."
"Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Ding Qianlie asked in confusion.
Master Jingxin showed a gratified smile. "I thought you would give up your cultivation for him, but I didn't expect that I was wrong. He has the bloodline of the Devil in his body, but at the same time, he has the supreme inheritance of Buddhism. Practicing the Great Happiness Zen has really helped you achieve the best effect of dual cultivation and made you become a strong practitioner in the Earth Martial Arts Realm. Congratulations!"
"Really? No wonder I feel full of strength and don't feel tired at all! "
Ding Qianlie was overjoyed. Thinking of the craziness before, she blushed and couldn't suppress the pleasure of her soul ascending to the top of the clouds.
"Don't be happy too early. Even so, you are still a tripod for his cultivation, and he is also your dependence. You can't cultivate independently. Only by dual cultivation with him can your cultivation be improved, which means that you will become his vassal. He can leave you, but you can't leave him."
Master Jingxin poured cold water on her.
"It doesn't matter. I am destined to be his woman. I can't go to dual cultivation with another man, can I?"
Ding Qianlie didn't care at all, and a happy smile appeared on her face. "Before he grows up, I will support him. When he grows up, I will be the little woman behind him, supporting him and teaching his children, and being a good wife and mother."
Master Jingxin was shocked by this answer. She looked at her with a complicated expression and suddenly bowed deeply. "I thank you for my grandson. If, and I mean if, one day he betrays you, I will never spare him."
"Granny, what are you doing? Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
Ding Qianlie hurriedly stepped forward to support Master Jingxin, but unexpectedly, because of the great increase in her cultivation, she still couldn't control her strength well.
In a hurry, she exerted a little force, and Master Jingxin was lifted into the air. If Ding Qianlie hadn't hurriedly caught her, she would have been hurt.
Looking at Master Jingxin's face, which seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, Ding Qianlie felt a strong uneasiness in her heart. She cried out involuntarily, "Grandma, how could this happen?"
Master Jingxin smiled kindly, stood up tremblingly, and waved her hand. "This is my fate, and also my tribulation. Go, I want to rest."
"Grandma, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be like this. Hum … I will return my cultivation to you. There must be a way, right?"
Ding Qianlie hugged Master Jingxin and couldn't help but burst into tears. Her heart was full of guilt and self-blame.
Although she didn't know much about the cultivation of warriors, she was very clear about the levels of warriors.
Master Jingxin was an expert at the peak of the Real Martial Arts Realm, standing at the top of the world. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so sure that she could save Ding Ning.
But she didn't expect that the price would be so heavy, so heavy that her grandma, whom she regarded as her biggest trump card, would become an ordinary person.
Master Jingxin gently stroked her soft hair and teased her calmly, "What's wrong? Could it be that after knowing this price, you will choose not to save your little lover? "
"But, I didn't expect … it would be like this … Hum …"
Ding Qianlie's heart was filled with fear and sadness. She cried like a pear blossom in the rain. She didn't know how to explain it to her godmother.
"It doesn't matter. Ning 'er is your lover, but he is also my grandson. Your mother has suffered too much in her life. As her mother, I have never cared about her. What I owe her, I will pay back to her son. Go, Amitabha. "
Master Jingxin lost all her cultivation, but her expression seemed to be more relaxed, faintly giving off a sense of transcendence.
After uttering the name of Buddha in a low voice, she entered the nunnery, closed her eyes to meditate and recite scriptures, and didn't say a word since then.
Ding Qianlie's heart was filled with grief. She knelt down facing the nunnery and kowtowed heavily until blood oozed out of her forehead. Then, she bit her lip and resolutely turned to leave.
Master Jingxin slowly opened her eyes. Her clear and bright eyes became extremely turbid. She sighed softly, "She was the Bodhisattva who saved the world, but she chose to be the demoness who brought disaster to the world. What good fortune? "
She reached out to take the wooden fish and put it on her lap. Then, she picked up the mallet and gently knocked it. She kept reciting scriptures until her voice was inaudible. Only the sound of the wooden fish echoed in the darkest night sky before dawn.
Stepping out of Biyun Nunnery, Ding Qianlie had recovered her usual demeanor of a strong woman. She glanced at Knife Scar and others, who stood solemnly, opened her cherry lips, and said, "Let's go. He is fine now."
Knife Scar and others breathed a long sigh of relief. With joy on their faces, they quickly walked to the Rolls-Royce Phantom and opened the door for Ding Qianlie. "First Miss, I will wait for Young Master here."
"No, just keep an eye on him for a period of time. You don't need to follow him anymore," Ding Qianlie said lightly.
She felt that after this injury, Ding Ning's cultivation must have improved by leaps and bounds, which was enough for him to protect himself.
Knife Scar was stunned, but he didn't ask for the reason. He answered softly, "Yes, I got it!"
"Let's go, in case he recognizes you. Hurry up and find out the background of the killer. I want to tear the person behind the scenes into pieces."
Thinking that Ding Ning had almost been killed by the killer in black, Ding Qianlie felt an indescribable anger and said while gnashing her teeth.
"I'm going to check it now!"
A strange look flashed in Knife Scar's eyes. From Ding Qianlie's body, he seemed to feel a breath that made his heart palpitate.
Although it was fleeting and elusive, he still felt that there seemed to be some unspeakable change in the First Miss.
Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes. Facing him was a pair of muddy old eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything with wisdom and vicissitudes.
His memory slowly returned. Ding Ning looked at the senile Meditation Master and asked in confusion, "Master, where am I? Why am I here? "
Master Jingxin smiled kindly and said, "This is the Biyun Nunnery. As for why you are here, I don't know either. A masked man sent you here."
Ding Ning recalled the man with a knife scar before he fell into a coma, and he felt more confused. He sensed himself and found that he had never been better. Immediately, he got up, sat on the bedside, and asked respectfully,
"Master, did you save me?"
Meditation Master smiled and said nothing. She turned around and walked out. "Child, follow me."
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