Chapter 10: Goodbye Mr. Jun
Soon, the people of the Wang family came and gathered at the door of the pharmacy. Wang Zhan's face was gloomy.
"What's going on?"
"Cousin, we went out shopping together, and then I couldn't find them, and then, and then I found them in the slums. ”
Wang Zhan's face darkened, and he knocked Wang Junyi several feet away with one palm. Sima Xiaoxiao hurriedly helped Wang Junyi up, trembling with fright, and told Wang Zhan what had happened. The more Wang Zhan listened, the more angry he became, and his face was so heavy that he was about to drip water.
"What about the two thugs. ”
Wang Junyi coughed and replied, "They had already fallen to the ground when I went in, and I was on the first aid cousin, so I didn't see if they were alive or dead." ”
"Go, bring. ”
"Yes. Wang Junyi coughed and went out.
At this time, the doctor came out, and everyone immediately gathered around to ask Zhuge Ming how he was.
"Young Master Zhuge suffered some skin trauma, his back was beaten with a stick, and his viscera was slightly injured, so it is good to recuperate for half a month. However, he is still unconscious. ”
Wang Zhan asked, "Mr. Liu, why is my grandson unconscious?" ”
"Family Master, I observed that the young master of Zhuge was very powerful, but it seemed to be damaged. I think it has something to do with the loss of knowing the sea. ”
"How can I treat it? ”
"The sea of consciousness is damaged, this situation generally only happens to cultivators, my cultivation is still low, and I can't touch this aspect. I think the sorcerer should be able to cure Young Master Zhuge Zhihai. ”
"Thank you, Mr. Liu. ”
Wang Zhan entered the room and looked at Zhuge Ming lying on the bed, his face was full of bitterness, and he held Zhuge Ming's hand with both hands, "Ming'er, grandpa should send someone to protect you." ”
After a while, Wang Junyi brought the fat pig and the skinny monkey "corpse".
"Grandpa, those two brought it. In the front yard, it's a bit weird. Take a look. ”
Wang Zhan followed Wang Junyi to the "corpses" of the two and checked their bodies. "Strange, vital signs intact. Consciousness at all. You go to Mr. Liu to take a look. ”
After Mr. Liu checked it, he said, "These two people were directly shattered by Zhihai, that is to say, they directly erased the consciousness of the two people, and now they are the living dead." It's not simple, and it generally takes the realm of a magician to be able to do this. But if you save people, why hurt people? Mr. Liu turned to Wang Junyi and asked, "There are other traces there." ”
"I checked it carefully and there was no sign of anyone else. ”
Wang Zhan said, "Pay attention to the living people in the city recently. Then Wang Zhan sighed and went back.
Two days later, Zhuge Ming's injuries were recovering little by little, but there was no sign of waking up. Wang Zhan was anxious, not knowing what to do and how to explain to his daughter and son-in-law. In the past two days, he searched everywhere for cultivators, hoping to find a magician to treat Zhuge Ming's sea of knowledge, but to no avail. In desperation, he posted posts everywhere and sought a magician.
At this time, Wang Junyi ran in happily. "Grandpa, someone's coming, someone's coming. ”
"Something got someone, frizzy. "Wang Zhanzheng is upset.
"There is a cultivator who said that he could treat his cousin's Zhihai. “
When Wang Zhan heard this, he immediately stood up, "Where are you, take me quickly." “
"It's in the antechamber. Wang Junyi took Wang Zhan to the front hall.
Wang Zhan looked at the purple-clothed young man in front of him, and some didn't believe it. "It's a little young, isn't it? It won't be a charlatan. Wang Junyi didn't know how to return for a while, "Maybe there is a technique to rejuvenate the face." “
"This gentleman, I heard Xiao Sun say that you are a cultivator, but you have reached the realm of a sorcerer and can heal the wounds of the sea of knowledge?"
The young man in purple laughed, "Mr. Wang doesn't believe me." If you don't believe it, then I'll leave. Then he made a gesture of leaving.
Wang Zhan was unsure for a while, and hurriedly apologized, "Little brother, it's an old man, I'm dizzy." Don't care. Please also treat my grandson's injuries. “
"Lead the way. “
Wang Zhan and Wang Junyi took the purple-clothed young man to Zhuge Ming's house. The young man in purple sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on Zhuge Ming's hand, as if he was in the pulse, and after that, he would caress Zhuge Ming's forehead.
"It's okay, I can heal this injury. However, during my treatment, I also asked other people to go out. “
"Okay, okay, let's go out. Wang Zhan hurriedly nodded in response. "Let's go, all out. Don't bother the little brother to treat Ming'er's injuries. “
After everyone left, the purple-clothed young man looked at Zhuge Ming who was lying down, and sighed lightly, "What a stupid boy, he has not even cultivated to his home, so he forcibly uses his spiritual sense." "This young man in purple is the mysterious Mr. Jun.
I saw Mr. Jun put his two fingers together and pressed them on his forehead, and then his fingertips brought out a white light, and then pressed his two fingers on Zhuge Ming's forehead, and the white light submerged into Zhuge Ming's head.
After a while, Zhuge Ming's fingers moved slightly, and slowly, Zhuge Ming opened his eyes. Zhuge Ming never thought that the first thing he saw when he woke up would be Mr. Jun.
Zhuge Ming was overjoyed, and was about to get up and salute, but Mr. Jun held him down, "Xiao Ming'er, your big injury is just right, so let's lie down." “
Zhuge Ming said excitedly, "Mr. Jun, I didn't expect it to be you." I went to look for you that day, and the store had changed. You're amazing. By the way, why are you here?"
Mr. Jun smiled, "It's not because of you, you haven't cultivated yet, so you forcibly use your spiritual sense." If I hadn't come in time, you kid might have become a fool and an idiot. “
Zhuge Ming was taken aback, "I don't know." What is the use of spiritual sense, is it said that it is the day? That day, in order to protect myself and save people, I thought that I couldn't die, and I really wished I could kill those two gangsters. Then I felt a blank in my head and passed out. Anyway, what happened to those two gangsters, is Sima Xiaoxiao okay?"
"I see. Xiao Ming'er, your spiritual sense close to the sorcerer directly blasted at the two ordinary people, and the sea of consciousness of those two people was afraid that it would be shattered by you in an instant, and I am afraid that it was already a walking dead at this time. As for the girl you mentioned, I'm sure she'll be fine. You can't use your sense so freely in the future. “
Zhuge Ming nodded, and then asked suspiciously, "What is spiritual sense?"
Mr. Jun said, "Everyone has knowledge of the sea, and knowing the sea is spiritual consciousness, and spiritual consciousness manipulates people's behavior, thoughts, and can be said to be consciousness. For cultivators, the sea of knowledge is even larger, and as the cultivation becomes more profound, the sea of knowledge will also be greater. And the cultivator's use of the sea of consciousness is spiritual consciousness. Mobilize one's sea consciousness to carry out all kinds of operations, but ordinary cultivators don't dare to use their spiritual sense at will, once the spiritual sense can't be recovered, the sea of knowledge will be damaged, affecting the foundation of cultivation. Monks who specialize in cultivating the sea can not worry about these, but they cannot use them at will. Even if they can't take back their spiritual sense, the sea of consciousness will be damaged, although it can be repaired through cultivation, but it also takes process and time. “
Zhuge Ming nodded as if he didn't know how to understand, "Then how to use spiritual sense." “
Zhuge Ming smiled and said, "Spiritual knowledge has to use special related exercises, this kind of cultivator is also known as soul cultivation, you have to be careful when you encounter soul cultivation, killing people invisibly." As for you, don't think about it yet. I see that you have cultivated well in the life of the Yuanxi, and it seems that you have just entered the Heart Sutra, but you have been lazy recently. “
Zhuge Ming scratched his head, "Recently, there was a big competition within the clan at home, and my father asked me to come to Cloud Fire City to visit my grandfather, so I didn't care about cultivation. “
"Haha. Mr. Jun laughed loudly, and suddenly asked Zhuge Ming, "Xiao Ming'er, let me ask you, are you willing to cultivate?"
Zhuge Ming was stunned, and then why did he get up and bow down, "Apprentice to see the master." “
Mr. Jun smiled, "You kid is quite good." Since you are willing to practice as I do. Then you have to keep a few points in mind. First, don't do things that hurt nature and reason, and go against your heart. Second, don't give my name out there. Thirdly, I won't guide you too much on the path of practice, it's basically up to you. Wish?"
Zhuge Ming's immature and pale face looked solemn, "Ming'er remember." “
"That's good, my name is Jun Mo. This ring is a symbol of my disciples, when you find your own way, the spar on the ring will appear a word, for your way. This jade slip records the spiritual consciousness exercises, and when you contemplate the Heart Sutra, you will naturally be able to see the exercises in the jade slips. When the Heart Sutra is completed, your sea of knowledge will be comparable to that of a great magician, and your cultivation will also reach the realm of a warlock. There is also a technique in the jade slip, and you will naturally know it when the time comes. Cultivation is not yet cultivation, and you will decide for yourself when the time comes. As a teacher, I left, and I won't come to see you for a long time, everything depends on your own chance. “
Then Jun Mo disappeared in front of Zhuge Ming, and suddenly dropped a pill bottle out of thin air. Jun Mo's voice came from Zhuge Ming's head, "This bottle of Shengyuan Pill will help you lay a good foundation." Xiao Ming'er, remember not to use spiritual sense at will. Remember, remember. “
Zhuge Ming knelt down in the air again and bid farewell to Jun Mo, "Master, goodbye." ”