Just like last time, Nanjia just waved his hand and Emperor Dazhao and Shen Aoshan fainted.
Then, he continued to perform rituals on the top of Emperor Dazhao's head...
Yan Miaoling, following him out of the dimension, saw the swelling on the back of Emperor Dazhao's head gradually disappear, and wondered if his memory had been altered as well. [What a master!]
Then, my eyes were drawn to Nanjia's profile. [Why is this face on a man? I'm so jealous.]
Unconsciously, a voice of praise slipped out of her mind. She was so absorbed in watching that she was completely unaware.
At this moment, a poignant scene unfolded: Nanga's hand paused for a moment, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
What is a broken feeling? This is it...
After Yan Miaoling finished her twisting movement, she realized something was wrong. She turned behind Nanjia to channel her inner energy, but Nanjia grabbed her wrist and stopped her. The two of them re-entered the space.
He stood there, so tall. He didn't speak, didn't ask. He closed his eyes and seemed to be regulating his breathing.
Yan Miaoling couldn't guess what he was thinking.
In that moment, he vomited blood again. Yan Miaoling felt guilty. If he hadn't been helping her deal with the outside situation, he wouldn't have overdrawn his magic power and become ill from mental fatigue.
"Master, let me help you channel your internal energy to relieve the pain!" She moved behind Nanjia and placed her palms on him. Since she had gained a decade of cultivation, many things had been triggered. Qinggong, martial arts, including the current channeling of internal energy...
Just as she was feeling confident, Nanjia opened his eyes and glanced back slightly. His voice was weak and ethereal, "Your heart is good. It's just... your internal energy needs to be transferred through the Du channel. With your hands on your waist, even if you wait another quarter of an hour, it won't help."
ha?
Yan Miaoling retracted her palms and gestured to the position.
I feel resentful in my heart, who made you so tall, I can't reach you...
"Master, can you please sit down?" I am sincere, really!
Her sincerity was quite unprofessional. She suddenly withdrew, the transmission of her internal energy terminating, exacerbating Nanjia's internal injuries. He politely declined, "No need! See you later!"
"Master, please stay. I..." Yan Miaoling turned to the front.
Nanjia stopped and waited for her to speak.
"What can I do to repay you?" Nanjia's watery eyes, shone with a righteous spirit of gratitude and repaying kindness, moving him deeply. "It's just a small thing, don't worry about it. If you really want to... just copy more scriptures."
Do yourself a favor.
Yan Miaoling's heart tightened. Ah, I haven't copied the sutras for the blessing that I promised last time. If I were asked...
Her eyes darted around, and Nanjia, who knew her well, could already guess what she was thinking. The slight emotion she had just felt vanished. "I'll come find you tomorrow at noon!" Without pausing, a flash of golden light appeared, and she was gone.
If she counted carefully, Nanjia had helped her three times, either directly or indirectly. Her impression of Nanjia had long since changed. Now she felt more grateful and respectful towards him.
She is not a good person, not even in modern times.
Basically, they just turn a blind eye to things that don't concern them.
But it is really wrong not to do what you promised to others.
Nanjia took the initiative to invite her, and she took it very seriously, and had already made preparations. At this moment, she was carefully copying the Diamond Sutra stroke by stroke.
Nanjia, already outside, glanced at the merit points on his wrist. Surprise flickered in his eyes. She hadn't been lazy this time; she was actually copying the scriptures. Even more astonishing, her copying had actually helped him accumulate merit points so much. In an instant, his merit points had increased by several dozen.
The door opened slightly and someone came in.
Yan Miaoling stood up excitedly, "National Master, you're here?"
"Yeah!" The door closed.
I don't know how he did it. Not only could he avoid layers of guards, he could come and go without any hesitation, and he could also make everything obey him.
The two of them knelt on cushions, separated by a long table. Yan Miaoling warmly entertained them, pouring tea and passing it over, "Master, please!"
Kindness, obedience, and common sense. These were things he rarely saw in his previous life, and he felt quite moved. His slender fingers took the moon-white teacup and took a sip. Setting it down, he stated his purpose. "I see you have a connection with my Buddha, so I'm giving you some scriptures. I hope you'll study them carefully, and if you have any questions, please ask me."
"Scriptures?" Yan Miaoling was surprised. So he had made an appointment with Zishi just to give her scriptures? But, "Master, where are the scriptures?"
Nanjia lifted the sleeves of his wide robe and waved them, and a red sandalwood box appeared. "I put it in your space before I came here."
He opened the box and took out scriptures while introducing them, "This one is the Heart Sutra, this one is the Lotus Sutra... This one is the Mahaparinirvana Sutra..." He went on and on about ten books. Finally, he emphasized, "Don't be lazy. Copying them in your spare time will be very beneficial to you..." Whether you can be reborn and return to heaven as soon as possible depends on your luck.
Yan Miaoling had grown numb to his ability to manipulate her space at will, and didn't bother asking why. At that moment, her mouth was so full of shock that it could have been filled with an egg. The Diamond Sutra was over two hundred pages long, and she had only just begun.
You gave me these again, I will...
The expression of resistance was too obvious, so Nanjia took the initiative and asked, "Do you still keep your word yesterday, benefactor?" The corner of his mouth raised a very subtle arc, "You said..."
"Copy it, I'll copy it!" It's just a scripture, nothing to think about. But she couldn't offend this great god, because she had a feeling it would be useful in the future.
Nanga was very decisive. Having achieved his goal, he stood up and left.
"National Master!"
Nanga looked at her...
"The Imperial Master's predictions for my sister's destiny were very accurate. Could you also predict mine?" She actually wanted to know how she turned into a fox... and how she could clone herself. Also, the mysterious appearance of Chishan Binglian, and the technique she suddenly remembered...
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