Liu Xizi has a driver's license, but she can't drive, and the car is driven by her girlfriend Sang Lan.

Du Juan sat in the passenger seat, after she ate the "Soul Rejuvenation Pill", her physique recovered better than before, and she seemed to be a few years younger.

The effect of the elixir on mortals is more obvious.

She was under house arrest for four months by the monks of the Grievance Temple, and now that her son has taken her home, how can ......she not be happy?! General Mu Lingfeng told her that the main reason is psychological factors, there is no major problem in the body, and it will be fine if you adjust your mentality.

Ning Ke was half-lying in the back seat, and Liu Xizi was sitting beside him. The two of them were chatting about the temple of grievances all the way.

"Alas, my dissertation is the real purpose of the Debate Conference of the Temple of Grievances and the motivation to promote the holding of the Debate Conference. In fact, these two issues boil down to one problem. Once that is clear, my thesis will be finalized......"

Liu Xizi's research was still in-depth, and he realized that the debate conference was not just to promote the practice of the monks as it seemed. He smelled the bloody and brutal side of it.

How can a normal monk argue that the loser is forced to commit suicide?

Ning Ke smiled when he heard this.

He couldn't explain to him that the real purpose of the debate conference was to select capable monks to travel to the ancient battlefield of Sanfeng Mountain eight hundred years ago to participate in the war through the time array in the grievance cave of the "convex" word mountain......

Sometimes when the truth is told, no one will believe it, and life is often like this.

The matter of the temple of grievances, he may have to bury it in his heart forever.

"Have you figured out the source of funding for the Grievance Temple?"

"Of course! This temple looks ordinary, but it has a lot of appeal. It seems that all the temples in China have it as their core, and even Tibetan Buddhism looks at it as its head. Every 12 years, many temples in China pay tribute to this temple! Not only do they send outstanding disciples to the temple to practice, but they also give a large amount of money and ......."

"I inquired that the reason behind this is that every 12 years, this temple receives 'personnel' from the Buddha of the Western Heavens. - It's almost a myth, I doubt it. ”

Ning Ke heard the "hehe" two wry smiles, and he also admired Liu Xizi for being able to find out this secret. The cultivation resources transmitted by the time array disk are said to be the "gifts" of the Buddha, which can also be justified.

Perhaps, many years ago, the Grievance Temple convened some famous monks from all over China to observe the reverse transmission of "personnel" by the time array; perhaps, the Grievance Temple used these "personnel" in exchange for the property of other temples to maintain the use of the temple......

This is the reason why the Temple of Grievances can survive without pilgrims.

"Cultivation resources determine all this! Counting it, there are really a lot of cultivation resources in my hands...... Alas, I don't have any cultivation at all, and I can't even open the storage ring......"

Ning Ke thought about what happened to him in the Grievance Temple, and became more and more sad......

......

A few months later, Ning Ke came out of the darkness of depression.

In an essay entitled "One of My Frustrations", he described this state of mind of losing cultivation as follows:

“...... When I was young, my body suddenly became 80 years old, and I walked alone on this long and dim road. The cold wind howled, blowing off the remaining leaves on the weak willow branches by the roadside. The crescent moon peeked out of the clouds in horror, and looked at itself with slanted cold eyes, everything was silent in the cold wind......

"Darkness is like a lingering nightmare, day and night have always enveloped me, haunted me, made me unable to extricate myself, decadence, frustration, and frustration have almost become my labels......

"If I had lived in darkness and had never seen a glimmer of warm light, no amount of suffering would have been easy to bear, but in fact it was the opposite, and the cruel thing was to let me step from the darkness into the light, and bathe in the sunshine, wander, rejoice, and rejoice, and then be re-thrown into infinite darkness, which is more uncomfortable, a hundred times more painful, a thousand times more painful than a person who has never seen the light......

At the end of the composition, Ning Ke ended with a quote from Gu Cheng's poem.

"The night gave me a pair of black eyes, and I used them to find the light. ”

"Fate is not the wind blowing back and forth, fate is the earth, and you are in destiny wherever you go......"

The new head teacher, Liu Feng, his Chinese teacher, didn't like his essay very much, saying that he was moaning and depressed.

......

General Mu Lingfeng was right, Ning Ke's body was fine, but he couldn't accept the fact that he had lost his cultivation in his heart.

Originally, the body had the blessing of true qi, whether it was walking or doing things, it had special functions, but now that it has become a mortal, how can it be accepted?!

Coming out of the Temple of Grievances, he was carried out on a stretcher by two soldiers, while his mother, Du Juan, came out on her own.

The car drove very slowly on the damaged mountain road, and after driving for a while, it was dark. There was a fallen tree blocking the way on the road ahead.

Sang Lan just stopped the car.

Suddenly, several masked men came out of the woods on both sides of the road, shouting, "Rob ......"

Ning Ke, who was powerless, tasted the feeling of panicking this time......

When a few idle and lazy mountain people saw that there was a disaster in the area of the Grievance Temple, they had evil thoughts and formed a gang to make a living of robbery.

The driver was forced to get out of the car first, and Liu Xizi and Du Juan were also forced out of the car. Ning Ke lazily reclined on the back seat, unwilling to get out of the car, and was finally forced out of the car by a thief with a knife against his neck.

The Sanglan people are very beautiful, and these robbers quickly changed from robbing money to robbing colors. A few pairs of salty pig hands touched and pinched Sang Lan's body. Sang Lan screamed while covering with her hands indiscriminately, but where could she prevent the dirty hands of these thieves?

Seeing this, Liu Xizi fought hard for his girlfriend's life! Helplessly, his weak little body was knocked to the ground by the thief three times and twice.

Ning Ke looked at the guy in the thief's hand and concluded that these thieves had been put together temporarily. With sticks, kitchen knives, and machetes in his hands as weapons, he doesn't look like a robber bandit, but like a hooligan who causes trouble.

Ning Ke was weak.

When cultivating as a body, such a thief can knock down one with a mouthful of phlegm.

The cuckoo couldn't see it, so he gave his eyes to his son, who was forced by the thief to lean on the car with a knife, and motioned for him to move to relieve the siege. In her heart, her son is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Since I was a child, I like to fight with people, if it weren't for my husband Ning Ji's strict management, I don't know how many mistakes I would have caused.

Ning Ke, who had lost his cultivation, felt like an old man who was old. His feet were staggering, his legs seemed to be his own when he walked, and he was trembling a little, and his hands couldn't even clench his fists.

He understood the meaning of his mother's eyes, so he pushed away the knife against his neck with his hand, and roared, wanting to rescue Sang Lan, but as soon as he took a step, he "plopped" and planted on the ground. A few thieves laughed shamefully.

A thief took the opportunity to step on his back, Ning Ke struggled a few times, but didn't get up.

He felt that his roar was so weak and inadequate! The first time he made his voice was like a tiger, and the second half of the sound was like a cat's meow.

Ning Ke lay on the ground, looking at his mother, his eyes seemed to say, "I'm so weak, don't count on me?!"

Seeing that Ning Ke was so unbearable, Du Juan was in a hurry, took out an awl to mend shoes, limped his legs, and limped towards a gangster who insulted Sang Lan. When he came to him, he did not show mercy, raised the awl, and aimed it at the back of the gangster.

The gangster was indecently molesting Sang Lan, and suddenly he was cone to the back of the cuckoo, and he screamed in pain. He let Sang Lan go, turned around and picked up a big stick, and hit it on the top of the cuckoo's head.

As a result, I heard the thief let out a scream of "oops......

When Ning Ke saw the thief raise the wooden stick, he closed his eyes helplessly. He knew that his mother must be fine, but his heart was very uncomfortable—— he didn't expect that his mother would be beaten by a little thief under his nose, and he was powerless to stop it!

When he opened his eyes and looked again, the gangster who had beaten the cuckoo with a stick had fallen heavily to the side, convulsing in pain.

The cuckoo didn't know where he got the courage, limped, and rushed to the rest of the gangsters one by one with an awl. Those gangsters were either stabbed by her awl, or when they hit her, they were bounced and injured by a counterattack that erupted from her.

After a while, the robbers cried and shouted, dropped their sticks and kitchen knives and fled.

Ning Ke got up from the ground, tears of pain and frustration streaming down his face......

He felt so weak that he had never felt so weak, and his hands could not restrain the chicken. His body couldn't adapt to the state of losing his cultivation for a while, and he couldn't be a person without cultivation. His legs and hands were shaking uncontrollably. It's not because of fear, it's an involuntary trembling, it seems to be the kind of shivering of old age and decrepitude.

He is like an elderly Parkinson's patient......

......

The first time he lost his cultivation, it was because he didn't know the depth, he didn't know the value of his true qi, and he blindly confidently and impulsively transmitted his true qi to his little beauty "fiancée" Kan Ling. Unexpectedly, the output of true qi was difficult to stop. Then, he was attacked by Kan Ling's second uncle, which caused the true qi to flow backwards, collapse, and lose his cultivation.

The old ginkgo tree of Tianmu Mountain sucked his true qi and curbed the reverse flow of qi and blood, thus protecting his true yuan and foundation. The dantian is like a tire without gas, and there is no damage.

That loss of cultivation cannot be regarded as a bad thing. The true qi of the dantian was lost, and the foundation was not affected much. Through cultivation, the true qi will also regather to reach its original level.

Later, a thunderbolt not only filled the lost true qi, but even gathered more true qi than before.

Originally, the true qi in his body was produced by taking the "qi" character pill, and the qi obtained was not completely consistent with his spiritual root, but it was not as stable and easy to control as the true qi obtained by being struck by lightning on the peak of Tianmu Mountain later.

This time, the loss of cultivation is to save his life, in order not to let Monk Wanyan Chen take away.

It's a helpless choice!

It's just that he didn't expect that he was forced to take nine "Loss Yuan Pills" before he had a draw with those two old monks!

The foundation of the dantian has been fundamentally damaged, the true qi has been completely lost, and the cultivation has been completely cleared......