"Thank you, Master. ”

Song Yuhan thanked the priest, but her movements may have been a little big, pulling her wound, making her snort in pain, and when she rolled down just now, there were several places in her palm that were scratched by sharp stones.

The priest did not speak, but glanced at the place where her arm was bruised, and silently placed his palm on the place where her arm was injured.

I saw that the priest's mouth was full of words, and he saw a cloud of white light appear on his palm like a dead branch, and after about five minutes, the light disappeared, and the priest took his hand from Song Yuhan's arm, and saw that the place where she had been bruised had actually healed.

"Thank you, Master. Song Yuhan said in surprise.

The priest just glanced at her, showed her a friendly smile, nodded, didn't know if he was dumb or didn't want to talk to Song Yuhan, just gestured to her, and then left.

Not long after, the pastor of the church above saw that Song Yuhan was gone, he looked for it all the way, and when he saw Song Yuhan here, he immediately let him breathe a sigh of relief, and said to Song Yuhan with some blame: "Miss Song, why did you come down, I pushed you back to rest." ”

"Pastor, I want to sit here for a while. Song Yuhan said to him.

This priest was suddenly a little embarrassed, because the place where Song Yuhan came down was a forbidden place, and outsiders were not allowed to come down, just when he was about to refuse Song Yuhan's request, he saw the ascetic appear, and he nodded to this priest.

Only then did the pastor say to Song Yuhan: "Okay, I'll come down to pick you up when it's time for dinner." ”

After the priest left, Song Yuhan controlled the wheelchair and walked out, and saw that the ascetic was chopping firewood outside, Song Yuhan didn't disturb him, just watched quietly.

After the ascetic had finished chopping the wood, Song Yuhan opened his mouth and said to him, "Master, may I ask how I can heal my injuries." ”

Song Yuhan asked how to treat it, instead of letting this master help her treat, this ascetic glanced at Song Yuhan in surprise, he had not spoken, and said to Song Yuhan: "Believe in the power of heaven and earth, let go of your heart, and feel it." ”

After the ascetic said this, he stopped talking, no matter how Song Yuhan asked him, the ascetic no longer paid attention to Song Yuhan, but strangely, he did not drive Song Yuhan away.

You know, before this, he had never allowed outsiders to come in, and even the pastor of the church had never heard this ascetic speak.

"Feel the power of heaven and earth?"

Song Yuhan couldn't figure it out, but this ascetic refused to speak to her anymore, and Song Yuhan could only comprehend what he meant.

Song Yuhan sat in a wheelchair, closed her eyes, and slowly, she felt the wind, the wind blowing on her hair, blowing her hair.

"Feel the ...... it"

At this time, Song Yuhan's ears seemed to hear the ascetic's words again, and he didn't know if she was hallucinating or if he was really talking to her.

"Feel it, how do I feel it? Are you the wind, I'm the sand?" Song Yuhan even came up with the lyrics.

"Open your mind. Then the ascetic's voice appeared in her ears again, as if it were speaking into her ear.

"Open your mind...... Let go of the mind ......"

Song Yuhan fell into confusion again, what this ascetic said was very empty, it belonged to the realm of meditation, and it was not at all the same as Emei's martial arts, so it was difficult for her to understand it for the first time when she came into contact with meditation.

In fact, it's not that meditation is just a Western thing, all schools in China have their own meditation, but it's not called meditation, but it's called meditation, but there are differences between the two.

Just when Song Yuhan felt that she had no clue, she suddenly remembered that there was a method called Mind Contemplation in Kunlun, which might have an effect on her current predicament.

Slowly, seeing that Song Yuhan's heart began to calm down, the ascetic monk who was really meditating on the side glanced at Song Yuhan again in surprise, looking a little incredible.

"I feel ...... I seem to feel something?" Song Yuhan muttered subconsciously, she seemed to have caught something just now, but it disappeared quickly, and when she wanted to grab it again, she suddenly felt a pain in her head.

"You've reached your limit today, go back and rest, and come back tomorrow. ”

At this time, Song Yuhan heard the ascetic's words, and this time it was no longer an auditory hallucination, but a real hearing of the ascetic's voice.

Song Yuhan opened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw that the ascetic was talking to her, not that she was hallucinating, and then she didn't know how he informed the pastor of the church above, and it didn't take long for the priest to come down and push Song Yuhan back.

The next morning, after she got up and finished breakfast, the priest automatically sent her down, only to see that the ascetic was still chopping wood, which made Song Yuhan feel very strange, every day she saw this ascetic chopping wood, but she had never seen this ascetic using this firewood.

"Master, I'm here. Song Yuhan couldn't move his feet, so he could only greet this ascetic with words,

The ascetic nodded, did not speak, Song Yuhan also knew that the character of this ascetic was like this, but he was no longer verbose, returned to the original position yesterday and began to meditate, to feel the power of heaven and earth that this ascetic said.

............

And Ye Wudao is still looking for Song Yuhan's whereabouts in Rome, but no matter whether he uses the power of the rivers and lakes or the power of magic, there is no way to find Song Yuhan's whereabouts.

And it's not just that he's in a bad mood, the weather has also become bad these days, and it's been rainy these days, which makes people feel very depressed.

Ye Wudao looked at the dim sky outside and was silent, he had been here in Rome for almost a month, and he still hadn't found Song Yuhan's whereabouts, even the entire hospitals in Rome and those regular or informal small hospitals, or some Chinese medicine stores, he had investigated, but no one had ever seen the woman he said.

(End of chapter)