Although there was only a trace of consciousness left, Rong Zhihao still heard his son's cry.

I can't leave my son, absolutely not! I want to live, I want to live......

An unwilling obsession once again occupied Rong Zhihao's heart: son, son is the number one in the world, fucking Xiuzhen, fucking Ink Void Pill, as long as I live, as long as I grow up with my son......

The only remaining trace of thought made Rong Zhihao give up the restraint of the purple qi in the sea of qi and integrate his divine consciousness together.

Unable to move his hands and unable to breathe, in desperation, Rong Zhihao let his divine consciousness return to the sea of consciousness and re-enter meditation; he guessed that Reiki can change the physique, and Reiki can also extend life, but the original idea is right......

Rong Zhihao soon entered deep meditation......

In the sea of qi, the purple qi did not drift away because of Rong Zhihao's renunciation of restraints, and it was still tumbling around the inky void pill, and as it kept fading and decreasing, it continued to fade and decrease until it disappeared.

Rong Anran didn't know how long he had been crying, he was tired of crying, and slowly, he entered his dream by leaning on his father's cold body.

He dreamed that his father was gone, and he was drifting away, and he was floating into the sky.

He cried, shouted, and chased......

His father, as usual, looked at him with a slight smile as if to say something to him, but he could not hear anything until he was far away......

"Daddy--" He woke up from his dream, he felt a warm hand caressing the top of his head: "Daddy......"

He didn't dare to open his eyes, he was afraid that none of this was true......

"An Ran, get up, stand on the stake with Dad!" The familiar voice sounded softly in Rong Anran's ears.

"Dad!" Rong Anran hurriedly opened his eyes, and an unfamiliar face appeared in front of Rong Anran's eyes, but through his breath, Rong Anran knew that this stranger was his father.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Actually, he didn't need to ask, as long as he thought about last night, he knew that his father had become like this last night, but he still couldn't believe it, and tears fell down his eyes.

"Don't cry, isn't Dad fine!"

"Dad, you come!" Rong Anran got out of bed and pulled his father to the bathroom.

Rong Zhihao has never left his son for a moment since he woke up, he struggled to carry his son back to the bed, and looked at it motionless......

Last night, since Rong Zhihao entered deep meditation, he didn't know anything, originally, he should have woken up very early, but because there was too little aura in the room, although the doors and windows were open, but the aura in the city was pitiful, fortunately, the recovery of divine telekinesis did not need aura.

All that is needed for the power of divine thought is time - time in meditation.

As usual, Rong Zhihao meditated deeply for only one hour, that is, two hours, because Rong Zhihao's plant clock woke him up, and all along, according to the scientific theory - long-term meditation will block the blood flow in the feet and cause the feet to die.

Therefore, others call him a "rebel against science", but in fact, he still believes in science, he only resolves the "science-only" theory.

He also thought that if a hundred flowers bloomed and a hundred schools of thought contended......

Now it is true that a hundred flowers are blooming and a hundred schools of thought are contending, but it is a pity that "Metaphysics" is excluded, and "Metaphysics" is included in the ranks of "superstition".

He didn't resent this, this was caused by people's habitual thinking, not to mention that there were too many liars who wanted to get something for nothing, claiming that they were half-immortals, and even claiming that they could communicate with the netherworld.

At the beginning, Rong Zhihao also hated these people, but with the rich life experience, he gradually looked down, those people also need to live, not to mention that in this society, there are too many ignorant people, as soon as there is a mystery or something that cannot be solved, he will ask God to worship Buddha and ask for fortune telling.

Fortunately, now that the motherland is so prosperous and powerful, people don't care about the money.

The only thing that makes Rong Zhihao unacceptable is that if someone is like him, willing to gamble with his life and bet on the real existence of cultivation, then now he may not have to cross the river by feeling the stones every time he walks all the way.

It is not very true to say that crossing the river by feeling the stones, and the current Rong Zhihao is simply a blind man touching the elephant.

When Rong Zhihao came back from the deep meditation, he found that he couldn't move at all, he didn't have any strength, and even felt that his limbs were stiff, and he wanted to send a message to his son who was leaning on him, so that he knew that he couldn't do it even if he was still alive, so he had to enter the deep meditation for the second time.

This meditation lasted for two hours, and when he woke up, he finally felt that his body temperature had returned to normal, and his limbs could move.

While looking at his son, he looked inwardly at his dantian, at first he found that his ink-colored void pill had become a little smaller, and then he found that the void pill had not become smaller, but the outer layer had become colorless, as transparent as water, and he was finally sure that his guess was right: the ink-colored void pill would change color, but would it turn golden?

Pulled to the bathroom by his son, in front of the mirror, he saw an old man, in the mirror is a skinny shriveled old man, full of white hair, purple skin, as if like the bark of an old pine tree, may fall off at any time, in addition to the eyes can also distinguish the look of his former self, the appearance has completely changed.

No wonder I want to put a smile back on my face, but it's so difficult, so that's it. Rong Zhihao smiled bitterly and comforted his son: "Don't be afraid, Dad will be fine in a few days, fortunately, Dad has found a way to go further." ”

"You've made it, Dad, that's great--" Rong Anran smiled. He doesn't care what his father has become, he just needs his father, no matter what his father has become, he can tell it at the first time, because of his father's breath, because of his telepathy with his father.

This sense is innate, when he lives at his grandfather's house, he can sense that his father is coming to see him, and every late night, his father will silently stand outside the wall, staring at his window.

"Okay, let's go stand on the pile, Enron, purple qi is quite important. ”

Indeed, purple qi is very important, and last night's Dan change speaks for itself.

Purple gas comes from the east, but it is also when the sun is shining, if it is cloudy, especially rainy, the purple gas in the morning is pitiful, and it is only in the morning, and it is not there when the morning is over.

Rong Zhihao took his son to the top of the building, and since he found that his son was ten or a hundred times faster than himself in absorbing spiritual energy or purple qi, Rong Zhihao no longer stood on the balcony.

When he was meditating, he deliberately asked his son to go to his practice room, where there was little aura, and he hoped that his son's cultivation speed would be slower, and that he would find a good way for his son to go.

The aura of the dantian is very scarce, and even the purple qi of the Yin Hall and the divine consciousness of the sea are quite dry, but fortunately, as long as you enter meditation, the divine mind can be slowly restored, and it is the same for meditation and standing on the pile. As for Reiki......

Perhaps because of the favor of the heavens, today's purple qi is quite abundant.

At nine o'clock, when Rong Zhihao finished his work, he found that his various faces had recovered a lot, and his steps had been quite relaxed, and he had been in a trance for some of his spirits, but now he also felt very condensed and fulfilling.

"Let's go, let's eat, and after eating, Dad will take you to climb the mountain. Rong Zhihao knew that what he needed most was aura.

Although he has a car, Rong Zhihao doesn't need it if he can; the money is so little, before he can't make money, he still saves a little money; and for his son's cultivation speed is a little slower, he doesn't think about going to a distant place to practice again, but today, whether it is for his son or for himself, he must find a place full of spiritual energy - his son is not very obedient, he may walk in front of him at any time, for his son, he can't afford it.

Rong Anran, as usual, a glass of milk, two buns, and a fritter.

What Rong Zhihao didn't expect was that he usually thought that even if he brought his son to dinner, it would only be enough to drink a glass of milk, but today, he not only drank an extra glass of milk, but also ate eight buns and four fritters, which stunned Rong Anran.

"Daddy--?"

"Hehe, it's okay!"

Because of the extreme expenditure, Rong Anran found that food can also quickly replenish physical energy, after eating breakfast, Rong Anran felt mixed with energy, he found that food can not only replenish physical strength, but also replenish spiritual power.

"Spiritual power?" As soon as he thought of the aura, Rong Zhihao immediately thought of another question: What about my spiritual power? Why couldn't I mobilize my spiritual power last night? Isn't the spiritual power just like what is written in the novel, the spiritual energy is only used to change the physique? It can't produce spiritual power?

Maybe I've never mobilized my spiritual power, so I don't know how to use it, right? Well, that's how it should be.

It seems that there is another topic next: how to mobilize spiritual power.

By the way, to mobilize spiritual power, you need to go through the meridians, and my meridians haven't been opened yet, so I can use a fart.

Thinking of this, Rong Zhihao was a little frustrated.

"Let's go, Enron!" took his son, Rong Zhihao sat in a taxi.

"Who is this person? Why isn't Xiao Anran's father?" There are neighbors nearby, although Rong Zhihao usually goes out, Rong Zhihao just smiles and basically doesn't talk to them, but he still knows each other.

"It should be his grandfather, right?" said humane.

"No, our grandfather has also seen it on TV, it's not like this!" Fu Jingjie is so famous, it's not strange to know him.

"It can't be a human trafficker, right?"

"Then let's call the police!"

"I don't look like it, you look at little Anran, the smile is still so sweet;

"Well, then let's pay attention, and if something is wrong, call the police immediately! ”

......

The North Mountain is not close, and if you walk it, it will take at least more than an hour.

Rong Zhihao directly asked the taxi to drive to the Beishan Reservoir in the middle of the mountain, and the road was only built here.

Under the Beishan Reservoir Dam, there is a square, a sports venue specially built for the citizens, although the sun is already high, but there are many uncles and aunts'

Rong Zhihao met many acquaintances again, but they only knew Rong Anran and no longer knew him.

The crowd greeted Xiao Anran one after another, usually, Xiao Anran basically didn't talk to them, but he always had a sweet smile on his face and nodded frequently, so he was no stranger to those neighbors.

As usual, Xiao Anran smiled and nodded at the person who greeted him.

"Who is this man? and what about his father?"

"It should be his grandfather, right?"

"No, his grandfather is not like this, I have seen it on TV, and besides, his grandfather is only in his fifties?"

"That's right, he should be his grandfather!" looked at Rong Anran's father and son, who were drifting away, they were talking.

The imagination is very rich, but unfortunately, they don't know that Fu Jingjie's father is long gone.

There is a small reservoir of more than ten acres on Beishan Mountain, the reservoir side, there is a lawn with a very small slope larger than the reservoir, the air here is good, it is more suitable for tempering the body, not far from the reservoir, there is a small Beishan Temple, Beishan Temple, there is also vegetarian supply, as long as you inform in advance, a meal is only ten yuan, and the taste of vegetarian is really good.

I heard that although this temple is small, it has existed for thousands of years, and because of this temple, the small reservoir in front of it is named Shanji Reservoir.

Rong Anran first went to the temple and paid 200 yuan, and told the monk that his father and son might be here for a few days.

The monk told him that he could not stay at night in the temple because the temple was too small and there were no rooms, but Rong Anran just smiled and told the monk that they only needed to sit in the Buddha hall and two futons.

Rong Zhihao's words made the monk feel very surprised, and he sounded the Buddha's horn continuously.

It is normal for monks to meditate overnight, but how can an eighty-year-old man with a child of five or six years old spend the night on a futon?

Rong Zhihao just smiled, without explanation, and took his son to the reservoir.

There were three or five young people by the reservoir, all practicing their bodies in different places, and in the distance there were two others meditating like them.

Rong Zhihao asked his son to leave him more than 20 meters, and they each began to meditate.

In addition to absorbing aura, Rong Zhihao also has to reorganize last night's harvest......