Zhou Zheng was lying on the bed, racking his brains every day to think about one thing, what did he do, how could he wake up and his arms and legs couldn't move?

Did you fall from Shouyang Mountain?

This seems to be the only explanation. Because before he was paralyzed, the closest thing to his accident was to climb Shouyang Mountain, and he was the most seriously injured. The body is blue and purple!

But was it all right at the time? It's all skin trauma!

Could it be that at that time, he had already fallen out of an internal injury, and he didn't know it?

However, it's not like it's been almost a month before it happens, right?

Did you meet a demon again? But why don't you have any impression at all?

He always felt that something else important had happened in between. But he was so quick to think about it that he couldn't think of what made him what he was now?

Headache!

Just as he was having a headache, a young monk suddenly came to the door.

At first, the porter thought it was a monk who had come to make a fortune, and he was about to enter the kitchen to give him porridge, but was stopped by the monk.

The monk claimed to be called Jinguang and came to see Zhou Zheng. and explained Zhou Zheng's symptoms thoroughly and thoroughly.

The porter was shocked and hurriedly returned to Steward Zhang. When Steward Zhang heard this, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly invited him into the front hall to see the tea and hospitality.

Monk Jinguang refused and directly asked to go to Zhou Zheng's bedroom.

"Amitabha!"

Entering the door, Zhou Zheng suddenly felt much more relaxed. He was overjoyed and eagerly asked the master to check the pulse.

The golden light circled around him and nodded slightly. I thought to myself, if it is really a person who is about to be consummated, there is already a trace of fairy energy in his body.

Then he sat down at the head of the bed and took his pulse, but his face became heavier and heavier.

That's not right! He thought to himself, how could this person not have any breath in the first eighty lifetimes?

He was quite confident in his spells, convinced that no one would be able to hide Zhou Zheng's reincarnation experience through spells.

He pondered for a long time, slowly figuring out the trick.

Everyone has been deceived! No wonder the Divine Demon Mirror didn't even send a person to guard this person's side!

The so-called eighty-one is an illusion!

It's just that this person has a great wisdom root immortal fate, so he will have a faint aura overflowing like a person in the eighty-first world.

The two may seem similar on the surface, but they are fundamentally different.

The former will become a golden immortal on the day of consummation, rank in the immortal class, and will also be entrusted with important tasks. It's a step to the sky!

And the latter, even if the fairy fate is deep, can meet famous teachers and get strange treasures. Coupled with the help of immortal medicine and golden pills, he can soar overnight in this life, and he can only be regarded as a quasi-immortal.

In other words, he is still a mortal with great powers. After that, it will take thousands of years of hard cultivation, and even reincarnation a few more times before he has the opportunity to add a name to the immortal register.

This kind of person is also very rare in the pile of ordinary people and small clay figures, and they belong to people with profound blessings.

But compared to the people who are about to be consummated in the eighty-first life, they are simply as many as cattle hairs, and they have become worthless.

Jin Guang frowned, and he didn't know what to do with Zhou Zheng for a while.

"Master? Guru! ”

Zhou Zheng looked at the golden light with a heavy face, his heart was furious, and his voice trembled a little.

"Can I be cured of this disease?"

The golden light awoke from its contemplation. At this moment, an idea suddenly popped into his heart:

Although this person is not a perfect person, but his bones are beautiful and his roots are moist, if he can enter my door, he may not be able to become a pillar of talent in the future.

With his mind already decided, he got up with a smile, "Don't worry, don't panic!" ”

Then, point a finger at each of Zhou Zheng's two palms and two feet.

Zhou Zheng felt a stream of heat flowing through the eight veins of his Qi Sutra, and Zhou's body was suddenly incomparable!

He rolled over from the bed and sat up, then jumped on the ground, no longer feeling a trace of pain, and returned to his previous normal state.

Zhou Zheng was overjoyed, and urgently ordered people to set up a banquet to entertain Jinguang, and prepare a silver tael for almsgiving.

Then, let Steward Zhang accompany Jin Guang to the front hall for tea, and he confessed his guilt, and then arrived.

When everyone left, the first thing Zhou Zheng did was to run into the clean room.

These two months tossed him badly, eating, drinking, and lazing all in bed.

Although Ming'er served thoughtfully and thoughtfully without complaints, Zhou Zheng still felt extremely awkward.

I never dared to let go of eating, nor did I dare to let go of excretion. It's a hasty thing every time.

Now, he has finally regained his free body, and he must let himself out to the end and make himself feel comfortable!

Then, it's time to bathe! Wipe the incense and wash it off!

It turns out that going to the hut and bathing by yourself is such a pleasant thing!

Then, he told the kitchen to cook more of his favorite food. This paragraph has made him hungry, and he must eat a big meal today!

After finishing his work, he hurried to the front hall. He is grateful to the monk Jin Guangda, and he must do his best to be a good landlord!

Before entering the front hall, Monk Jinguang had already taken the initiative to greet him.

Zhou Zheng shouted, "No! Master, you are a distinguished guest..."

But before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze on his face, and a big cold sweat was dripping down his sideburns. The heart-wrenching pain struck again.

The golden light grabbed his arm, and the warm current flowed through his body again, and he returned to normal.

"Amitabha! Donor, let's go back to bed and lie down first! ”

"Master, what the hell is going on?"

When Zhou Zheng lay down again, Jin Guang slowly spoke, "Donor, you are hurting the Yuan Shen, and ordinary medicinal stones can't be cured at all." ”

"Genshin?" Zhou Zheng has read it in the Taoist book and knows what is going on with the Yuan Shen. But isn't that something that only heavenly masters and real people have who have the art of penetrating heaven and earth?

Himself, he knows two spells, at best, he is a little clay figure who has just started, how can he have a primordial god? Still hurt?

However, doubts are doubts. Hearing this word, he became closer to Jin Guang.

It turns out that everyone is a fellow believer!

"If the donor wants to get back to the same thing, there are two ways. One is that it will always be kept as it is now. It may be three or five years, or ten or eight years, and when the primordial spirit recovers itself, the symptoms on your body will disappear naturally. ”

Zhou Zheng's face turned green with fright, and his head shook like a rattle, "No! No way! Ten or eight years? I can't lie down for a moment! ”

"There is another way, but it is too cruel for the poor monk to say."

"Master, please speak up! You can't watch your disciples suffer, right? ”

Obviously, Jin Guang looked very entangled.

Zhou Zheng kept begging, and even Ming'er on the side knelt in front of Jin Guang, "Master, please save my young master!" I am willing to exchange my life for the young master's life! You can do whatever I want! ”

Eventually, Jin Guang nodded, "That's it!" Although this method is vicious, it is not harmful when used properly, and it can solve the dilemma of the donor, which is also a good deed. ”

He recited the Dharma number to the west more than a dozen times before he spoke.

"Amitabha! If the donor wants to get out of trouble as soon as possible, he must drink human blood! ”