Old Man Mu led Master Huineng to the study, retired everyone, and made a cup of tea for Master Huineng, but Master Huineng did not reach out to take it, but looked at him with a heavy face.

Old Man Mu chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly asked: "Master, if you have anything to say, please say it!" In fact, just outside just now, he heard that the master had something to say, but he deliberately said the master's words as a joke, but he didn't want others to know the inside story. At this time, the master was specially welcomed into the study so that he could inquire in detail.

Master Huineng stroked his beard with his hand and sighed, "Alas, although Sun has no worries about life, but this time he has been counterattacked, his meridians are damaged, and his divine consciousness is shocked, and he may add obstacles to his cultivation in the future, and it will be difficult to advance an inch!"

"What?" Old Man Mu was shocked, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, "Master, this, how is this good?" Rao was he had guessed that this matter was not so simple early on, but he never expected that it would be so serious!

This old man is Mu Yuting, the head of the Mu family, the four major families in the capital, and their Mu family is actually a family of cultivating immortals handed down from ancient times. It's just that later, because the earth's aura is getting thinner and thinner, no one has been able to break through the foundation building period for hundreds of years.

What makes the clan elders even more worried is that among the descendants, there are fewer and fewer people with spiritual roots, and in Mu Yunting's generation, only five of the hundreds of people in the branches and side branches have spiritual roots.

And he gave birth to four sons and two daughters, grandchildren, grandsons and dozens of others, plus the people of the side branches, only three of the hundreds of descendants have spiritual roots.

And among these three people, the other two have three spirit roots and one is four spirit roots, and their qualifications are much worse. Only the Mu Qingfeng Spirit Root of the descendant line is the best, and it is a very rare mutated single-attribute Thunder Spirit Root.

Mu Qingfeng was gifted, intelligent and wise since he was a child, and his academic performance was excellent, and he graduated from college before the age of twenty. And in terms of cultivation, he has already reached the fifth level of qi training. And the spiritual power ability that he admits to the outside world is actually a divine sense that is much stronger than ordinary people for immortal cultivators, not a real spiritual power ability.

The fifth layer of Qi cultivation seems to be very ordinary, but in this twenty-first century, when cultivation has gradually declined, a twenty-one-year-old fifth layer of Qi cultivation is already a miracle!

Mu Qingfeng is the pride of the entire Mu family, and it is also the hope of the entire Mu family.

But this person, who was known as the hope of the Mu family, was suddenly injured and fell into a coma, and in an instant, the entire Mu family was shaken.

As soon as he got the news, Old Man Mu invited Master Huineng, the elder of the temple, from the Tianlai Temple in Laiyang City. Master Huineng is an enlightened monk who has lived for more than a hundred years, but he looks like he is fifty or sixty years old.

More importantly, he is also a monk, and he is proficient in medical science, and he is one of the best Chinese doctors in China.

This time, I was fortunate to invite Master Huineng, or because he had a relationship with Old Man Mu, which is a later story, so I won't show it for the time being.

"Master, how is this good?please master think of a way, think of a way!" Old Man Mu excitedly hugged Master Huineng's hand and pleaded in a trembling voice.

Master Huineng naturally knew the importance of Mu Qingfeng to the entire Mu family, and he didn't think about Old Man Mu's gaffe. "If you want him to fully recover, it's not impossible to ......"

"What's the solution? Even if my Mu family does everything they have, we want our family to heal!" Before Master Huineng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Yuting, who stared at the master eagerly, as if he was about to drown, and saw the only life-saving straw.

Master Huineng sighed again: "Alas, Amitabha Buddha, this disease of Sun cannot be cured without elixir." ”

"Elixir, what elixir?"

"Soul Nourishing Pill!"

"Soul Nourishing Pill?" Mu Yuting sat down on the chair, and the gleam in his eyes went out a little. There is a record in the secret notes handed down by the ancestors of the Mu family, and there was once an alchemist from the ancestors of the Mu family, but it is a pity that thousands of years have passed, and one generation is not as good as the next.

Not to mention the Mu family, even the entire Huaguo, the number of alchemists is also only a handful. Not only was the number of alchemists scarce, but due to the lack of spiritual energy, those spiritual herbs and elixirs also died one after another, and they could no longer survive. Without medicinal herbs, how can you make an alchemy?

However, if it is a low-level elixir, although it is rare, it is always possible to buy it, but the soul nourishing pill is a high-level elixir, Mu Yuting searched all the information in his mind, but he couldn't find it, who can refine this pill.

Sitting in a daze, a touch of resoluteness flashed in Mu Yuting's eyes, and he cheered up and said to Master Huineng: "Thank you Master for your advice, no matter what, I can save Qingfeng's life, and my Mu family is also grateful to the master." As he spoke, he handed over the generous gift that had been prepared on the side.

Master Huineng shook his head slowly, refusing to accept it, "Poor monks save people, never look at money, only fate." ”

Mu Yuting's outstretched hand froze in the air, and he wanted to persuade again, but he saw Master Huineng waving his hand and said, "You don't need to be too sad, I calculated numerology for Ling Sun, and found that something was quite strange." Although this matter is his destined calamity, it is not without a turnaround, and it is unknown if the world will meet due to fate, and it is not known that it will turn disaster into fate!"

Mu Yuting's death-like eyes swelled, and his eyes stared at Master Huineng with burning eyes: "Is this true, master?

Master Huineng clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, the monks don't speak, just say goodbye!"

After sending Master Huineng away, Mu Yuting sat in the house for a long time, until someone came to report that Mu Qingfeng had woken up, so he took away the heaviness on his face and stepped forward to visit.

The old man walked all the way, and he heard the buzzing sound in his grandson's room from a distance, and his face suddenly sank, and he quickened his pace. When I walked to the door, I saw that it was crowded with people, all of whom rushed to Mu Qingfeng to offer their courtesy.

Mu Qingfeng's thick eyebrows tightened, he had just woken up, he was still very weak, but now that he was arguing like this, he felt more and more headaches.

"Silence-" The old man's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap on the ground, knocking on everyone's hearts. Everyone was shocked, and suddenly fell silent, and they all shrank their heads and retreated to both sides, making way for the old man.

The old man's majestic gaze slowly swept over the children and grandchildren, and finally fixed on the middle-aged beautiful woman who was holding Mu Qingfeng's hands, and almost half of her body was lying on Mu Qingfeng's body to wipe her tears.

The old man's face sank, his sharp eyes swept over the beautiful woman, the middle-aged beautiful woman's body shook, and she subconsciously sat upright, Mu Qingfeng was finally able to breathe freely.

"The breeze has just woken up, and your body is not yet well, so it is inconvenient to disturb you, so you all stand down!" said the old man, waving his hand into the room.

"Yes!" everyone agreed, bending down and exiting the room. Only the woman who was holding Mu Qingfeng's hands was still sitting there and refused to get up.

The old man's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at her with an unswerving face, and the meaning was self-evident. The woman flinched, she was so afraid of her father-in-law that she was terrified every time she was swept away by his gaze.