Chapter 245: The young monk lost his mind
“The spiritual power in her body is not running well, and this temple just wants to convey spiritual power to her.”
Saint Yama easily evaded Chang Kong’s moves, of course. said.
"I told you last time that you are only a first-level mortal, so don't have any undue thoughts about her!"
Last time, Chang Kong pretended to be asleep and was in a bad mood. Well, it was because Saint Yama came to see him once.
That day, Saint Yama said: "She is a god, and you are a human being. To her, you are just a passerby in the life of tens of millions of years. Since you practice Buddhism, you must guard your heart and don't worry about things you cannot have." "Things that should not be given rise to thoughts!"
Can he only have thoughts about her?
"This is a matter between the poor monk and the time benefactor."
Chang Kong took a few steps back and looked at Saint Yama with cold eyes.
“Who you are, I don’t ask, and your relationship with the benefactor, I don’t ask, but...”
As he spoke, a staff and an alms bowl appeared in Chang Kong's hands.
"If you want to harm the donor, no matter who you are or how strong you are, the poor monk will kill you!"
Saint Yama frowned and looked at the alms bowl in Chang Kong's hand, calmly His eyes didn't speak.
The two were in a stalemate in the courtyard for a few breaths. Saint Yama snorted coldly, rolled up his sleeves and left.
……
"Master Changkong..."
Feng Ming knelt down beside the bed where Shijiu was sleeping. Seeing Changkong come in, he raised his hands and bowed to him.
"Shi Donor, she..."
Chang Kong looked at Shi Jiu, his eyes darkened, "Is she seriously injured?"
The man said, He wants to convey spiritual power to the benefactor...
Can she not even gather her spiritual power now?
"Yes."
Feng Ming nodded, with a dull expression on his face for many years, but he showed a rare look of worry, "Master, this time, he was really seriously injured."< br>
He had never seen his master injured so seriously.
Even when the master was suppressed to the Mirror Valley, the master had never suffered such serious injuries.
"Does she need spiritual power?" Chang Kong strode towards the bed and asked Feng Ming hurriedly, "The poor monk's spiritual power can..."
"It's useless."
Feng Ming pursed his lips tightly and shook his head, " The master has a special status, and no spiritual power in the world can be used by the master, let alone...Master Changkong, you are a mortal..."
The master cannot use the spiritual power in the world directly, but if there is a medium to transform the spiritual power in the world , maybe useful to the owner.
However, he is a mortal.
He cannot be the medium.
“That’s right!”
Feng Ming suddenly thought of a person, “Danhua God!”
Danhua God, he is a god, he can be that person Medium, used to transform spiritual power.
"Master Changkong, I'm going to bring someone here, and I ask you to look after the master!"
Feng Ming said, hurriedly got up and walked outside. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Changkong to guard him. For a long time.
"Almsgiver Shi, the young monk has doubts and wants to ask you for advice."
After Feng Ming left, Chang Kong looked at Shi Jiu on the bed and didn't speak for a long time.
“Have you any doubts in your heart? I allow you to mention one.”
In his mind, Shijiu's voice suddenly sounded.
Chang Kong felt happy and subconsciously looked at Shi Jiu on the bed.
Jiujiu is still sleeping, with no sign of waking up.
Chang Kong gave a wry smile and knelt down beside the bed before remembering that this voice was a memory from his time in Lishang Kingdom.
“When the benefactor left Shang Kingdom and his party, the young monk lost his heart.”
Chang Kong clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures, but his heart could not calm down no matter what.
The sight of Shi Jiu covered in blood has always lingered in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it for a long time.
(End of this chapter)