The night is deep, without stars or moon.

Chang'an North.

A cloud of ink smoke came through the sky, pierced the void, and flew straight to Taipingguan.

The spiritual power broke through the out-of-body realm and entered the small nirvana realm, Ning Tao couldn't wait to try his current strength. Five days ago, it was difficult for him to defeat Wu Yue, just as he needed Fox Ji's help to kill Nicholas Conti. But now, he is fully confident that he will fight with Wu Yue and cut him down in the flesh and shoot him!

If Nicolas Conti was still alive and he was going to kill him, he wouldn't go to Kitsune for help again, he would go alone.

It seems that a little bit of progress is like entering the door from outside the door, just one step, but it is precisely this little bit of progress that has brought him a qualitative change.

Nirvana, this word is enough to explain everything!

The Taiping Temple on the mountainside was quiet, shrouded in darkness, there was no light, and even the everlasting lamp for the gods in the crape myrtle hall was not lit.

In the void, Ning Tao stopped being shot in the flesh and awakened the state of his eyes. A trace of ink aura emerged from his eyes, condescending, and everything in the entire Taiping Temple was under his control.

There is no precedent field for the living in the Taiping Temple, and there is no private enterprise for the living dead, it is an empty view.

Yet, his eyes still saw the precedent of many living creatures.

Crickets chirping in the grass.

Ants crawling on the ground.

Moths flying under the eaves......

None escaped his eyes.

Entering the Little Nirvana Realm, the state of the eyes became stronger.

Ning Tao pressed down the head of the gun, and the flesh was shot in the void, and he came to the Ziwei Palace. The hall was dark, but in his eyes it was not much different from the day.

He awakened the smell state of his nose, and there was also ink aura entwined in his nostrils, but the aura overflow of the eyes or the nose was extremely weak, and it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

This is actually a volatile phenomenon of spiritual power, and this phenomenon is only available to him, not demons, and ordinary cultivators do not have it. Not for anything else, just because he is a natural intermediary between good and evil, he cultivates the Heavenly Dao, and his Little Nirvana Realm is naturally also a unique Little Nirvana Realm. The instrument spirit of the Good and Evil Ding also said that after he entered the Little Nirvana realm, his vajra body was the vajra body of the Heavenly Family, which was different.

Thousands of scents poured into Ning Tao's nostrils, he closed his eyes, and the pictures "painted" by various scents also appeared in his head.

He caught Wu Yue's scent, and Wu Yue came to his mind.

He caught Lin Qingyu's scent, and Lin Qingyu's appearance also appeared in his mind.

He caught the scent of the idol of Ziwei Xingjun, and he had another idol in his mind.

He captured walls, beams, tiles, weeds...... The same thing came to his mind, forming a three-dimensional picture, as if his eyes had seen it with his own eyes!

The nose is also more capable of smelling!

With this ability, even in an absolutely dark environment without any light, he will be able to construct images of his surroundings in his brain with the smell of his nose!

Although he didn't find Wu Yue and Lin Qingyu, he found that the sight and smell skills of his eyes and nose were stronger than before, and he was still in a good mood.

After searching the entire Taiping Temple, he did not find the smell of Lin Qinghua.

There is also a strange thing, that is, there is no trace of the smell of those living dead leaving, and there is no trace of the smell of Lin Qingyu and Wu Yue leaving. It's as if everyone here has vanished into thin air, leaving only the smell.

What happened in those five days?

Ten minutes later, Ning Tao came to the mound of sealed soil in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

The piece of spirit paper with the blood lock on it he left behind was still in the hollow of the crooked-necked pine tree, and no one had touched it.

There are no traces of excavation in the mound.

Ning Tao's heart moved, and he was shot in the flesh and flew towards Lishan.

There is a secret passage in the mausoleum of the First Emperor, which leads to the middle of Lishan Mountain.

The Yin Soul Coffin was hidden in Lishan, Lin Qingyu was originally active in sealing the mound, Wu Yue took Wu Zetian to Chang'an, and gathered a large number of living dead, Lin Qinghua was also lurking in Chang'an City. There are all kinds of things, except for the ghost coffin in Lishan, Ning Tao can't think of any other goals for Lin Qinghua, Lin Qingyu and Wu Yue in Chang'an.

The meat gun stopped on a cliff in Lishan, and Ning Tao put away the gun and stood, overlooking the canyon below the cliff.

The canyon was full of rocks and shrubs, there was no human presence in sight, and there was no smell of people wafting in the air.

The location of the Yin Coffin was in this canyon, but everything was normal here, and there was no trace of excavation.

Suddenly, a strange energy fluctuation came to the surface, and Ning Tao's gaze locked on a place in the canyon. At that moment, dozens of Yin Soul energies shot out from the ground.

The ghost coffin is still there, it's on the ground.

Ning Tao's heart was confused: "Could it be that Lin Qinghua and Wu Yue didn't have the idea of fighting the Yin Soul Coffin, or were they preparing?"

He originally wanted to go out of his body to take a look, but when he found that the Yin Soul Coffin was still there, he dispelled this thought. This time he came out to find trouble, so he didn't bring a soft Tianyin, no one gave him a protector, and the risk of Yuan Ying going out of his body here was extremely high. Since the Yin Soul Coffin was still there, there was no need for him to go in and check it out.

Suddenly, the yin wind hit the face, and the yin soul energy hit the body!

Those ghostly energies were coming at him!

Dozens of Yin Soul Energy also means dozens of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and if they are let go, it means that dozens of people will be put on the body by ghosts and become living dead.

Although he couldn't see it, Ning Tao habitually "painted" a picture in his mind. Dozens of lonely ghosts haunted him, some clasping his neck, some clutching his hands, some holding his legs, some trying to burrow into his body.

It's a horrible picture.

But Ning Tao's heart was calm, not even a trace of nervousness, he recited aloud: "Heavenly Fire Alchemy, you need to break your tendons!"

Rumble!

The heavenly fire came out of his body, and he was in the flames, burning all over his body, but he was unscathed.

How can the Yin Soul survive the flames of heaven?

The dozens of ghosts were like darkness in the sun, and they vanished in an instant.

Ning Tao threw out the meat shot and left.

Shortly after he left, a head emerged from the dirt on the opposite cliff, silently watching in the direction he had left......

The next day.

A battery car came to a dilapidated community in Chang'an City, and the young man riding the bicycle and the woman riding the car became the most eye-catching scenery in this community.

Ning Tao parked the Tiandao battery car in front of a unit building, and then got out of the car with Soft Tianyin and entered the unit building.

Knock knock.

"Who?" said a woman's voice from behind the door, and the sound of footsteps walking.

The door opened, and standing behind it was a woman in her thirties. Her hair was disheveled, she was dressed in a style from years ago, her eyes were dark, her eyes were wrinkled, and she looked much older than her actual age.

This woman is Chen Zhuo's wife, named Xiao Yan, and as described in the information, her right leg is lame.

There were also two young boys in the house fighting for a shriveled apple, twins, about four or five years old.

The room was a mess, except for a few simple pieces of furniture, piled with cardboard and drink bottles, and the air was filled with a sour smell.

"You ......" Xiao Yan broke the oppressive silence, she looked a little nervous.

Ning Tao showed a smile: "Hello Ms. Xiao, my name is Ning Tao, and I am a doctor. Your husband participated in the relief program of China Charity Company, and I was hired by China Charity Company to come to see your husband for treatment. ”

Soft Tianyin smiled and said hello: "Ms. Xiao, hello, the first time I visited, I bought a little gift for the children, please accept it." ”

"This ......" Xiao Yan was a little stunned looking at the large package of gifts handed to him by Soft Tianyin.

Who would like to go to the door of a poor house and give gifts so politely these days?

Ning Tao said, "Take it, and then take me to see your husband." ”

Xiao Yan came back to her senses at this time, accepted the gift, and led Ning Tao and Soft Tianyin into the door, her face was full of embarrassment: "That...... There is chaos at home, don't mind. ”

Ning Tao said with a smile: "How come, the place where I used to live was like this." ”

Of course, the place where he lives will not be so messy, and he just wants to make Xiao Yan feel more natural.

The two twin boys ran over and took the gift bag from their mother's hand, and took the chocolates and sweets from it, all the smiles on their dirty faces.

Ning Tao looked a little sad, but he didn't reveal it.

Xiao Yan led Ning Tao and Soft Tianyin to a door, and she opened the door. Suddenly there was a foul smell wafting from the room, which was the smell of medicine, the smell of food and clothes mold, and a little smell of excrement.

Ning Tao walked in without hesitation.

Poor people have always had a strong sense of self-esteem, and even a frown can hurt others. Therefore, he always maintained a faint smile on his face, giving the family a cordial and warm feeling.

Entering the door, Ning Tao saw Chen Zhuo lying on the bed. He has lost so much weight that a big man probably doesn't even have a hundred pounds. When he signed up, he could barely walk, but now it seems that he can't even go to the bathroom.

"This is my man......" Looking at Chen Zhuo lying on the bed, Xiao Yan was sad from the heart, without saying a word, two tears rolled down from his eyes, and his voice became choked, "A good person...... How is that...... We don't have the money to go to the hospital, let alone chemotherapy...... I'm counting on you to give him a little painkiller, and he's in a terrible pain...... Wailing every night......"

Chen Kun looked at Ning Tao and Soft Tianyin, and his voice was hoarse: "You are ......"

Ning Tao walked over, sat on the bed, reached out and grabbed Chen Kun's thin hand, and said with a smile: "I am the doctor who came to see you, my name is Ning Tao." ”

"Doctor Ning...... Good ......" Chen Kun said hello weakly.

Ning Tao turned back to Soft Tianyin and said, "Tianyin, you talk to Ms. Xiao to find out what difficulties she has at home, and I will diagnose Mr. Chen here." ”

Soft Tianyin nodded: "Ms. Xiao, let's go to the living room, I want to learn something from you here." ”

Xiao Yan followed Soft Tianyin and left.

Ning Tao opened the small medicine box, took the bamboo slip of the account book, and put it in Chen Kun's hand.

"It's ...... What?" asked Chen Kun.

Ning Tao said: "This is what I see a doctor, don't worry, it won't make you uncomfortable." ”

After a sentence, he picked up the ledger bamboo slip and opened it to see the diagnosis on it.