Chapter 237

In his extreme fear, a strong force kept beating his body.

A bang.

Ding Ning only felt that his whole body was loose and something seemed to be broken in his body. The excess power found a vent and continued to flow to a newly opened meridians.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the suffocating sense of expansion came again, and the newly opened meridians could not accommodate the excess power.

Fortunately, the beating continued. With the passage of time, another meridian was connected, and the power found a vent again, but soon, the newly opened meridian began to expand again.

"Bang!"

Another meridian runs through... The sense of expansion soon comes again... Open the meridian again... Expand again

It went round and round until seven channels were opened continuously, and the feeling of holding up suddenly disappeared, which made Ding Ning feel relaxed and happy and suddenly bright.

The power of the virtual shadow turned into a turbulent River, surging in his broad meridians, forming subtle circles and cycles.

Just when he was crying with joy and wanted to relax his mind, the virtual shadow appeared again.

But at the moment, the virtual shadow could not be called virtual shadow. It became very solid. There was a dark flame burning all over his body and rushed to his brain.

Ding Ning felt a splitting headache and couldn't help roaring. The human flame in his mind suddenly appeared and turned into a fire man and a black fire man to fight.

But the black fire shadow, whether in terms of height or strength, is far from what Ding Ning's "God" can resist. Being beaten, he will be swallowed up by the black fire shadow at any time.

The human flame roared silently, and the whole body suddenly emitted Golden Buddha light, Sanskrit sound bursts, which is extremely sacred.

The black fire shadow seemed to be extremely afraid of the Buddha light, so it fought with fear of hands and feet. For a moment, it even fought with equal strength. No one could do anything, forming a confrontation.

Although Ding Ning did not understand what was going on, he could feel a strong threat from the black fire shadow and knew that he must not let the black fire shadow devour his "God".

Otherwise, he will no longer be him. Even if there is no change in his appearance, he will become another person, which is by no means the situation he wants to see.

But God's fight is not what he can do. He can only silently hope that God can hold on and not be defeated by the black shadow of fire.

However, the good times did not last long. With the white heat of the battle, although the power of the black fire shadow was constantly eroded and weakened by the Golden Buddha light, the Golden Buddha light became more and more dim, showing a trend of subsequent weakness.

Looking at the black fire shadow of Vietnam's war and bravery, which was eroded by the Buddha's light, he rushed to the "God" bravely and swallowed the "God" forcibly, resulting in a deep despair in his heart.

At this time, a holy light and shadow flashed. At the top of the lotus throne, a white Bodhisattva sat and stretched out his hand. Ding Ning was uncontrollably in the arms of the white Bodhisattva.

He looked at the beautiful face of the Bodhisattva in white, but he didn't have the slightest sense of blasphemy.

The Bodhisattva in white turned crimson when he saw it. She said angrily, "fool, what are you waiting for?"

Ding Ning was as dull as a wooden chicken and was stripped by the white Bodhisattva like a string puppet

The holy and flawless Bodhisattva took the initiative to undress and throw himself into his arms. Ding Ning couldn't believe it. It turned out that the Bodhisattva was really a model of saving suffering.

Bodhisattva in white is obviously still a young child, but he is more skilled than his semi-old driver. All kinds of postures let him enjoy the bliss of the world.

Immersed in it, he threw the threat of black fire shadow out of the sky. With a pious heart, he integrated with the white Bodhisattva.

But I didn't find that the golden light of "God" which had been gradually dim suddenly brightened, and the black fire shadow sent out a silent scream. I struggled to escape, but I couldn't escape. Finally, it was melted into a black flame and completely integrated with "God".

"God" has also changed in essence into a double-sided Buddha sitting cross legged. The human flame limbs are gradually clear, and the facial features are gradually clear. It is impressively like Ding Ning.

One side is golden and compassionate; One side was shrouded in black fire and showed his teeth and eyes, which was extremely ferocious.

I don't know how long later, Ding Ning fell asleep. Ding led hunting with spring in his eyebrows and eyes, helped him clean up the scene with a red face, and fondled his handsome cheek with his eyebrows stretched out.

For a long time, Ding Qianlie dressed neatly, put away the dazzling bright red that represents her from a girl to a woman, carefully put it into the bag, kissed Ding Ning gently on her forehead and left quietly.

Outside the cloud room, nun Jingxin was dressed in a monk's robe and stood quietly with her hands down.

"Grandma, he's ready. I'll go first. Thank you."

Ding led Li YingYing and said gratefully.

Nun Jingxin said nothing. She looked at her carefully up and down. A look of shock flashed in her eyes and whispered, "no wonder he practices Buddhist Zen."

"Grandma, what's the matter with you?" Ding led the hunter and asked without knowing why.

Nun Jingxin smiled happily: "I thought you would cut off the road of cultivation for him. Unexpectedly, I looked away. He has magical blood in his body, but at the same time, he has the supreme inheritance of Buddhism. Practicing great joy Zen has really achieved the best effect of double cultivation and made you become a strong person in the local martial arts. Congratulations!"

"Really? No wonder I feel full of strength and don't feel tired at all!"

When Ding Qianlie was happy, she thought of her previous madness. The pleasure of integrating her mind and spirit and climbing the cloud top made her jade face crimson and ashamed.

"Don't be happy too early. Even so, you are still the cauldron of his practice, and he is also the dependence of your practice. You can't practice independently. Only by double cultivation with him, your skills will be improved, which means that you will become his vassal. He can leave you, but you can't leave him."

Nun Jingxin poured cold water on her.

"What's the matter? I was destined to be his woman. I can't go to double practice with other men, can I?"

Ding Qianlie didn't care, and a happy smile appeared on his face: "before he grows up, I will hold up a sky for him. When he grows up, I will become the little woman behind him, teach his husband and children, and be a good wife and mother."

Nun Jingxin was shocked by this answer. She looked at her with complex eyes and suddenly bowed deeply: "I thank you for my grandson. If, I mean, if one day he loses you, I will never spare him."

"Mother-in-law, what are you doing? Isn't it killing me?"

Ding Qianlie hurried forward to help nun Jingxin, but unexpectedly, due to the sharp increase in her skills, she could not control her strength well.

In a hurry, nun Jingxin was thrown into the air. If she hadn't caught her in a hurry, she would have to fall.

Looking at nun Jingxin's face, which seemed to be several decades old in an instant, Ding Qianlie felt a strong uneasiness in his heart and lost his voice and said, "mother-in-law, how could this happen?"

With a kind smile, nun Jingxin stood upright and waved her hand: "this is my life and my robbery. Go, I want to rest."

"Mother-in-law, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be like this. Yingying... There must be a way for me to return my skills to you, isn't there?"

Ding Qianlie hugged nun Jingxin and couldn't help crying. His heart was full of guilt and remorse.

Although she doesn't know much about the cultivation of martial artists, she is very clear about the level of martial artists.

Nun Jingxin is the top strongman in the Zhenwu realm at the top of the world. Otherwise, she would not be sure that she could save Ding Ning.

But she never thought that the price was so heavy that the mother-in-law, who was regarded as the biggest card by her, would become an ordinary person.

Nun Jingxin gently stroked her soft hair and said with a calm face: "what? Do you choose not to save your little lover after you know the price?"

"But I didn't expect... To be like this..."

Ding Qianlie's heart is full of fear and sadness. She is crying. She doesn't know how to explain to her godmother.

"It doesn't matter. Ning'er is your lover and my grandson. Your mother has suffered too much in her life. As her mother, I have never cared about her. I owe her. I still owe it to her son. Go, Amitabha."

Nun Jingxin lost all her skills, but she seemed to be more relaxed. She felt like she didn't eat human fireworks.

After proclaiming the Buddha's name, he entered the nunnery and closed his eyes to meditate and chant scriptures. Since then, he has not said a word.

Ding Qianlie was in great mourning. He knelt down and kowtowed heavily towards the nunnery hall. He didn't bite his lips until there were bleeding beads on his forehead. He resolutely turned and left.

Nun Jingxin slowly opened her eyes. Her clear and flexible eyes became turbid and sighed softly: "she was a Bodhisattva who helped the world. She wanted to be the evil girl of the world. Blessing? Misfortune?"

Reach out and put the wooden fish on your leg, pick up the wooden mallet and tap it gently, chanting scriptures in your mouth until you can't hear it. Only the sound of wooden fish echoed in the darkest night sky before dawn.

Walking out of the Biyun clean house, Ding Qianlie has recovered her usual style of being a strong woman, glanced at scar and others who stood in awe, gently opened cherry lips and said, "let's go, he's all right."

Scar and others breathed a long sigh of relief, and their faces showed joy. They quickly walked to Rolls Royce phantom and opened the door for Ding Qianlie: "Miss, I'll wait for the young master here."

"No, just let me pay attention to him recently. Don't follow."

Ding Qianlie said faintly. She felt that after Ding Ning was injured this time, his cultivation would change by leaps and bounds, which was enough to protect himself.

Scar was stunned, but he didn't ask the reason. He whispered, "yes, I know!"

"Let's go so that he won't recognize you. Hurry up and find out the origin of the killer. I'll break the people behind the scenes."

Ding Qianlie thought that Ding Ning almost died in the hands of the black clothes killer. An unspeakable anger burst out and said gnashing his teeth.

"I'll check it now!"

A different color flashed in scar's eyes. From Ding Qianlie's body, he seemed to feel a breath that made him palpitate.

Although his passing was elusive, he still felt that there seemed to be some unspeakable change in the eldest lady.

Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes, facing him was a pair of dark old eyes who seemed to be able to see through everything.

The memory slowly returned to its place. Ding Ning looked at the old nun Jingxin and asked suspiciously, "nun, where is this? Why am I here?"

Nun Jingxin smiled kindly, "this is the Biyun clean house. I can't tell why you were here. A masked man sent you."

Ding Ning recalled the scar man before he was unconscious. He was more confused. He felt himself and found that he had never been better. He immediately got up and sat by the bed and asked respectfully:

"Abbess, did you save me?"

Nun Jingxin smiled and walked out: "come with me, child."

Ding Ning was confused, but he didn't dare to be slighted. He quickly put on his shoes and quickly followed.