There is little breath. Wu abandoned sitting on the futon still has no breath, and his pulse and heartbeat have disappeared. Like a dead man, his face is ruddy and a little too much, as if he had eaten something big.
He has been sitting in this bamboo house for several months, and the grain of rice has not been dripped. You know, even monks should eat, drink and sleep like mortals before they reach the boundary of Tsukiji. Only when they enter the boundary of Tsukiji can they initially achieve the goal of breaking the valley, eating like mortal beasts and drinking some spiritual springs every day.
But Wu abandoned himself for months without eating anything, and he didn’t know what supported his body, and his face was so rosy.
A few months ago, although Wu abandoned his life, he could vaguely feel his cultivation realm, especially after he had scattered his work overnight, which was more clear than showing it. But now he really has no breath at all. If you don’t look at it with the naked eye, you can’t find Wu abandoned just by telepathizing with your mind.
There is no sign of awakening. Wu abandoned the body like a dead man, sitting on a futon, slowly accumulating with dust.
Little by little, the past seems to be slow and fast, and three years have passed in a hurry.
Wu Abandon has long been forgotten in the outer door. Who will remember an ugly and lowly newcomer? If Wu Abandoned suddenly revealed that he had contributed 30,000 points three years ago, would the whole outer door remember Wu Abandoned’s roots?
Even three years later, all those who remember Wu abandoned him and put him in the corner of memory garbage will be completely submerged at any time.
A famous mountain peak, an old man with double eyes and pale face like a puppet, is walking slowly with a box. At the end of an inconspicuous mountain path is a ravine with a black bamboo house inside.
The old man walked to the front of the bamboo house and slowly placed the box in his hand, then turned around and left for several hours. After that, the old man appeared in front of the bamboo house, picked up the box that had not been touched, and then turned away.
Every day for three years, this old man has been like this. He is a corpse servant. When two meals a day are fixed, he sends the lunch box to the front of the bamboo house for several hours to collect it. For thousands of days, this corpse servant figure has appeared twice a day.
It’s a pity that this black bamboo house door has never been hit in the past three years, and no one has come out from it to take the food box in. The corpse servant has never been eaten once, and the black bamboo house has never had any special movement.
But this time it seems a little different. The old man just disappeared, and the ugly boy in the bamboo house at the end of the path opened his eyes for a moment.
"bang"
I can’t believe what it’s like. The dark eyes are like the abyss, which is going to suck in all nine days and ten places. Everything in his eyes is going to be empty, losing its source, dying and dying.
There is a spirit in heaven and earth, and all things are born and destroyed, and the cycle of life and death will never be broken. If there is a life, there must be a death, and at this time, Wu abandoned his eyes as if it were a death instead.
Death, silence, emptiness … Everything in his eyes seems to be swallowed up.
At this time, Wu abandoned the things in front of him. The tables, chairs, bamboo beds and bamboo houses smelled faintly. It was forbidden to touch Wu’s eyes. These things all changed. The tables, chairs and bamboo beds were all made of black ice bamboo, but at this time, they could not bear the cold face and slowly disappeared. With the tables, chairs and bamboo beds, they all melted into powder and fell to the ground with dust.
"Buzz"
It is forbidden to shake all over the bamboo house, and it seems that some terrorist forces have eroded it. Generally, the light is dim, and it seems that the horse will disappear.
Just when these bans were about to fail, Wu abandoned his body and suddenly shook his eyes like a black hole, and immediately burst into blood.
"poof"
Wu abandoned his body with a sudden shock and a big mouthful of blood fog immediately gushed out from his mouth. The original ruddy face suddenly turned pale, and even his eyes overflowed with blood, which looked terrible.
"Ahem …" "A barren ancient inheritance is a barren ancient inheritance, and even if it is incomplete, it is not now that I can realize that I am too immersed in the victim."
Wu abandoned his eyes stinging as if someone was holding a needle and stabbing his chest and abdomen, and he was constantly churning and slowly closing his eyes. Wu abandoned his face and gave me a weak smile.
When I was injured, Wu abandoned my mind and wanted to mobilize my true qi to heal. As soon as I had the idea, I immediately poured out a thick and extremely true qi from his abdomen. Every corner suddenly felt a cool and comfortable feeling to make Wu abandoned almost moan. At this time, he sensed his own repair.
"Practice the peak!"
Face flashed a stunned color. Although Wu abandoned before closing, there was a feeling that poor repair would also be the peak of practice, but it was hard to be surprised to find that he had such repair.
In three years, I went directly from the fifth floor of practice to the peak of practice, so there is a door to the speed of repair, which only those brothers with spiritual roots can have.