Ding Ning did not read Song Zhong's memory, but directly carried out genetic modification, because he felt that Song Zhong should be trustworthy since he was not on guard against him.
In particular, genetic modification was definitely a very painful process for ordinary people, but even though Song Zhong was sweating in pain, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and his whole body was twitching, he clenched his teeth and did not make a sound.
From beginning to end, he did not even have a trace of instinctive resistance. It could be seen that Song Zhong had extraordinary self-control and perseverance, which indirectly showed that he trusted Ding Ning very much and would not hurt him.
After the modification, Ding Ning asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that I will hurt you?"
Song Zhong was sweating all over and almost collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, but he still insisted on standing up, cupping his hands and replying respectfully, "With your strength, if you want to kill me, it is just a matter of raising your hand. There is no need to beat around the bush to hurt me."
Ding Ning was stunned and then couldn't help laughing. Indeed, he had thought things too complicated, but he did not see it as clearly as Song Zhong.
But this also made him appreciate Song Zhong, his first disciple, more.
The reason why he was called the first disciple, haha, everyone knew.
Although he had accepted several disciples before, due to some special reasons, these disciples all became his wives, so … they could not be counted as his first disciple.
As for Mr. Hu and others, they were also disciples accepted by him on behalf of his master, so they could only be regarded as his junior brothers. Therefore, Song Zhong naturally became his first disciple.
In the process of genetic modification, Ding Ning refused to sign a master-servant contract with him. He felt that if even his disciples had to become his servants, how could there be trust between people? Although it was safer that way, it was too boring.
Although he did not sign a master-servant contract, Song Zhong, who had undergone genetic modification, could feel that he had undergone earth-shaking changes, and he was in awe of Ding Ning, his mysterious master.
After all, to some extent, genetic modification was equivalent to giving him a new life, which was no different from an alternative parent.
Ding Ning could vaguely feel Song Zhong's intimacy, and he could not help showing a gratified smile. This kind of master-disciple relationship, which was maintained by feelings instead of contracts, was what he really wanted.
He patted Song Zhong on the shoulder and said casually, "Feel the changes in your body first. After you adapt to it, I will help you solve the problem that you can't advance."
"Yes, your disciple will send you off, Master."
Song Zhong was already impatient to carefully sense the changes in his body. He bowed deeply and said respectfully.
"I don't like formalities. I'll just do as I please."
Ding Ning said with a smile, turned around, took a step and disappeared without a trace.
Song Zhong's eyes were filled with amazement when he saw this. He murmured, "Master is really talented. He managed to comprehend the Shrinking Distance Technique at the Demigod Realm."
A figure slowly appeared in the air a thousand meters away from where Song Zhong had collapsed. He panted heavily and said with a wry smile, "It's not that easy to comprehend Spatial Contraction. I was just trying to show off in front of my new apprentice by teleporting continuously. Although continuous teleportation is very advantageous in battles and short-distance travel, it's not as practical as Spatial Contraction in long-distance travel. It seems that when grandpa comes back, I'll have to ask him for advice."
"Come, come, come. Place your bets."
"Big, big, big!"
"Get lost. What do you mean by 'big'? This one will definitely be 'small'."
…
Ding Ning had just arrived at the door of the fourth building of the guest building when he heard some noises coming from inside. He could not help but scratch his head and mumble with a strange expression, "Did I remember wrongly? Isn't the fourth building where the monks of the Hidden Heaven Temple stay?"
A Ghost Leopard Warrior appeared behind him like a ghost. He cupped his fists and said respectfully, "Young Master, you did not remember wrongly. This is indeed the place where the monks of the Hidden Heaven Temple stay."
Ding Ning felt even more strange, "It's really the place where the monks of the Hidden Heaven Temple stay? Then why do I feel like I'm in a casino? "
The Ghost Leopard Warrior could not help but laugh and said, "The monks of the Hidden Heaven Temple seem to be different. They seem to be very passionate about gambling. Abbot Ming Chan brought the higher-ups of the Hidden Heaven Temple to visit other Sacred Sects. The moment they left, they started gambling."
"It's probably because they have been in seclusion for too long and lack of entertainment."
Ding Ning did not know whether to laugh or cry as he shook his head. He could understand the depression of the monks of the Hidden Heaven Temple. After all, the Hidden Heaven Temple was closed and spent all day chanting Buddhist scriptures to cultivate their minds. There was a serious lack of entertainment. Gambling naturally became one of the rare ways of entertainment for them to find joy in the midst of hardship.
He waved his hand and dismissed the Ghost Leopard Warrior. Then, he walked towards the guest building.
There were two young monks standing in front of the door. When they saw Ding Ning coming to visit, one of the monks hurriedly came forward while the other monk turned around and ran into the building. He was probably in charge of keeping watch and was going to inform the Hidden Heaven Temple.
Ding Ning did not expose them. He cupped his fists at the obviously nervous monk and said politely, "Master, how do I address you? Ding Ning has taken the liberty to visit. Can I trouble master to inform the Hidden Heaven Temple?"
"I … I am Wu Wang. Sect Master Ding is too … too polite. It's just that … Abbot Fang is not in the guest … guest building. He went to other … other Sacred Sects to visit friends."
It was unknown whether the young monk was born with a stutter or because he was too nervous when he saw Ding Ning, but his face turned red and he stuttered.
Ding Ning did not mind. He smiled and said, "It's fine. I am here to visit Little Master Wu Xiang. Can I trouble master Wu Wang to inform the Hidden Heaven Temple?"
"Oh, so Sect Master Ding is here to look for Junior Brother Wu Xiang. He is in the room. Sect Master Ding, please follow me."
Wu Wang did not seem to be born with a stutter. He was just nervous. When he saw that Ding Ning was not here to look for the abbot but to look for Wu Xiang, he immediately stopped being nervous and spoke more fluently.
"Then, I will trouble master Wu Wang to lead the way."
Ding Ning cupped his fists and thanked him.
"Is Sect Master Ding very familiar with Junior Brother Wu Xiang?"
Wu Wang turned his body to the side and led the way. After he got rid of his nervousness, he recovered the nature that someone his age should have. In addition, Ding Ning had always been easygoing and did not put on any airs. He became more courageous and asked curiously.
"Yes, quite familiar."
Ding Ning revealed a warm smile. Wu Xiang's talent was amazing and he had a pure heart. Wu Wang liked him very much.
To be honest, if Wu Xiang was not a disciple of the Hidden Heaven Temple, Wu Wang would want to poach him and take him to his side to nurture him.
It was not that he looked down on the ability of the Hidden Heaven Temple to nurture disciples. He just felt that it was a pity that Wu Xiang had become a monk at such a young age and had not experienced the mortal world.
Wu Wang secretly glanced at Ding Ning and secretly envied Junior Brother Wu Xiang for being able to become friends with the Sect Master of the Hidden Heaven Sect. He even made the Sect Master pay him a visit. To him, this was a great honor.
The rules of accommodation in the martial arts world had always been that the higher the status, the higher the floor they lived on. The Hidden Heaven Temple was no exception. The upper echelons lived on the upper floors. The youngest disciples like Wu Xiang basically lived on the first floor.
As they spoke, the two arrived outside Wu Xiang's room. Wu Wang shouted, "Junior Brother Wu Xiang, Sect Master Ding is here to see you. Quickly come out and welcome him."
"Big Brother Ding, you are here."
The door opened, and Wu Xiang quickly walked out and said happily.
"Wu Xiang, how can you be rude to Sect Master Ding?"
Wu Wang scolded, but he secretly winked at Wu Xiang. He was afraid that his calling Big Brother Ding would make Ding Ning unhappy.
Wu Xiang was slightly stunned. He then remembered that Ding Ning was no longer the person he used to be. He was no longer the person he could call Big Brother Ding, but the Sect Master of the Hidden Heaven Sect. He hurriedly wanted to greet Wu Xiang again.
It seemed that Wu Xiang was quite popular. How could Ding Ning not see Wu Wang's intention to protect him? He stretched out his hand to stop Wu Xiang from bowing. He pretended to be angry and said, "Alright, don't listen to Master Wu Wang's nonsense. Friendship is based on the heart. It will never change because of the change in status. If you are like the others, then you will disappoint me."
Wu Xiang blinked his clear and innocent eyes, put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. "Amitabha, Big Brother Ding is right. Wu Xiang was too polite."
Seeing that Ding Ning had no intention of getting angry, Wu Wang finally relaxed. He realized that the relationship between the two of them was not as he had thought, that they were just acquaintances. Only then did he smile in embarrassment and tactfully bow with his palms together to leave. "Sect Master Ding, take your time to chat with Junior Martial Brother Wu Xiang. I will bring you some tea."
"No need to trouble Master Wu Wang. I will leave after a short chat with Junior Brother Wu Xiang."
Ding Ning politely declined Wu Wang's offer of tea and watched him leave.
"Big Brother Ding, come in."
In front of Wu Wang, Wu Xiang behaved in a well-behaved manner. After Wu Wang left, he recovered the liveliness and enthusiasm he should have at his age. He pulled Ding Ning's sleeve and dragged him into the room.
He looked around and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he quickly locked the door. Facing Ding Ning's funny gaze, he scratched his head with a smile and said, "Brother Ding, wait for me."
Ding Ning did not know what he was up to, but he still nodded. Seeing him enter the bedroom, he took out a wooden box and handed it to him. Ding Ning asked curiously, "What is this?"
Wu Xiang said with some shame, "Big Brother Ding, although no one in Tianyin Temple cares about the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, it is a treasure of the sect after all. It is not good for me to give you the original Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, so I copied it according to the original version."
Ding Ning's mood suddenly became complicated. He actually used the bet to make Wu Xiang steal the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture for him. With his pure temperament, he must have gone through a painful inner struggle to do such a rebellious thing. But in order to fulfill the bet, he still copied it for him.
What was the difference between such behavior and those shameless swindlers? This made him feel deeply guilty. At this moment, the wooden box in his hand seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. It was so heavy that he could not accept the "Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture" that he had dreamed of with a clear conscience.
Seeing Ding Ning's expression changing and staring at him in silence, Wu Xiang thought that he was dissatisfied that it was not the original version, so he hurriedly promised, "Big Brother Ding, don't worry. Although it is a handwritten copy, I have checked it word by word. Even the drawings in it were printed on paper and copied. There will be no mistakes …"
"I know, but Big Brother Ding can't take this Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture."
Ding Ning quickly made a decision in his heart and handed the wooden box back without hesitation.
"Big Brother Ding, why? This is really no different from the original version. "
Wu Xiang was so anxious that he almost cried. He said with a red face and a pale face.
"No, that's not the reason. Wuxiang, listen to me. It was Brother Ding's fault before. He shouldn't have used the bet to make such excessive demands on you. This will leave flaws in your Buddha's Heart and harm your future cultivation. Brother Ding was too selfish at that time."
Ding Ning looked ashamed and said with a sincere expression, "A gentleman loves money, but he gets it in a proper way. Although I really need this Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, I will get it in an aboveboard way, not in such a sneaky way."
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