Su Junhan also understands that the biggest problem at the moment is these two, but no matter which aspect is solved, it is particularly dangerous.
Moreover, the physical body and the sea of consciousness complement each other. If any one of them changes, the other will also fall into collapse.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and said: "Let Chen think about it again, maybe it's not that there is nothing we can do."
Su Junhan nodded slightly, and then asked: "Why don't you call Doctor Tong and Miss Tao'er back together?"
Chen Changsheng waved his hand and said: "Besides, Chen doesn't have any ideas right now, so he can't let people go in vain. If there is no way in the end, it won't be even more difficult to think about."
Ning Bufan is wandering around in Yuanshan. With the reputation of the Yuanshan Fox Clan, as long as he shows it, no one will offend him.
I have to say that the scenery here is really beautiful, and the mountains and rivers are particularly peaceful.
He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "It's no wonder this is a demon realm. Even a piece of grass will be enlightened and awakened after some time."
Compared with the human world, this place is really a heaven and an underground.
He was lying by the stream, holding a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, crossing his legs and shaking slightly.
Unconsciously, I thought of the Jade Butterfly girl again.
"By the way, that girl is really pretty..."
Ning Bufan murmured, but thinking of the previous words between the girl and Mr. Chen, he felt strange.
Miss Jade Butterfly ever called Mr. Chen daddy?
So how old is Mr. Chen?
How many hundred years old?
I'm afraid it's more than that. Just looking at the momentum of Miss Jade Butterfly, it is definitely not something that can be achieved in hundreds of years, not to mention that Miss Jade Butterfly is also the essence of the plum tree, and it is possible to practice for thousands of years.
"Don't be such a thousand-year-old monster..."
Ning Bufan smacked his lips and thought about it in his mind.
If he was talking about being a thousand years old, he didn't think it was like it. This gentleman was playing with the world like this, so how could he look like he was a thousand years old?
If he were an ordinary practitioner, thousands of years later, he would still have such an optimistic temperament, let alone make that "beef with soy sauce" joke to him in the restaurant that day.
"Could it be a previous life?"
Ning Bufan became interested.
He was particularly curious about this. After all, the old monk had also mentioned the so-called 'past life' and 'this life', and talked about the extraordinary nature of Buddhism. The mystery in it made Ning Bufan curious but difficult to understand.
Heard of it but never seen it.
So curious.
If there really were past lives and present lives, wouldn't there be continuation of fate? All this made Ning Bufan wonder, and the more he thought about it, the more he became obsessed with it.
But suddenly, he felt his head hurt again.
"hiss……"
Ning Bufan clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows.
He seemed to be used to such sudden pain, but every time it hit, it was still so painful.
"It hurts again..."
Ning Bufan no longer had the leisure he had just now. Now he was curled up on the bank, holding his head in his hands. Cold sweat was already flowing on his forehead, and his body was struggling, trying to relieve some of the pain.
"Why does it hurt so much this time!"
Ning Bufan felt like his teeth were about to be broken. He was struggling and rolling on the ground, but could not find relief.
Although I often had headaches in previous years, they were not as painful as this.
This surprised Ning Bufan.
"drink……"
A hoarse voice came from his mouth.
Suddenly he sat up holding his head.
"Ahhhhh!"
The pain made his eyes red, and his messy hair became even more messy. At this moment, he looked like a madman.
Under the pain, he couldn't help but hit the ground with his head, banging and banging, and scratched the ground with his palms, leaving deep fingerprints.
He struggled like this for a long time, and finally lost strength and fainted.
Only a slight plop was heard, and he fell on the bank, already unconscious.
…
When Chen Changsheng learned that Ning Bufan had fainted, it was already sunset.
It was Linghu who was patrolling Yuanshan and found Ning Bufan who had passed out.
Seeing that he had a belt tag on him, he brought him back.
"Fainted?"
Su Junhan nodded and said: "I took a look when I came here. There was a wound in his sea of consciousness. It was probably due to a sudden attack and he fainted after exhaustion."
"Take me to see it."
Su Junhan led Chen Changsheng there.
When I saw Ning Bufan again, he was already lying on the bed, his face was pale, the skin on his palms had been scratched, and there were scars on his forehead, but it was not difficult to see that he was in particular pain at that time.
Chen Changsheng stepped forward and reached out his spiritual thoughts into his sea of consciousness.
Sure enough, he found a scar in Ning Bufan's sea of consciousness. This scar was particularly long, as if it was splitting his spiritual thoughts into two parts, with only a few thin lines connecting them, just like a broken lotus root. .
Chen Changsheng frowned slightly when he saw this. This was the first time he had seen such a situation.
This keeps happening, what's going on?
Moreover, why is Ning Bufan still alive when his spiritual thoughts have become like this?
When Chen Changsheng was refining the outer incarnation in his early years, he had read Mr. Zhong's account of dividing spiritual thoughts. Ordinary monks, like Ning Bufan, would either go crazy or die, but now Ning Bufan is alive. OK...
Weird thing!
Chen Changsheng raised his sleeves and used pure magic power to awaken him.
Ning Bufan's eyelids trembled, and he weakly opened his eyes. It was vaguely visible that the bloodshot eyes had not receded.
The headache has subsided.
He breathed a sigh of relief and called: "Mr. Chen..."
Chen Changsheng asked: "How come you fainted?"
"It's an old problem." Ning Bufan replied.
"Old problem?"
"It was always painful before, but this time it was a bit serious, and I fainted from the pain."
Ning Bufan smiled bitterly, which he did not expect.
Chen Changsheng asked: "Your spiritual mind seems to be divided into two parts, with only a few threads connecting them. What's going on?"
Ning Bufan was stunned after hearing this, and seemed a little confused.
"ah?"
Chen Changsheng was surprised, "You don't know?"
Ning Bufan blinked and said, "Mr. Chen, I don't understand this."
Chen Changsheng asked: "You have cultivated Buddhist magical powers, but have you never peered into the sea of consciousness?"
Ning Bufan paused and said, "The old monk never taught me anything. He just gave me the Dharma..."
"Is this so..."
Chen Changsheng muttered: "In this case, the injury on your spiritual mind was probably caused without knowing it when you were fighting with someone."
Ning Bufan was stunned and said: "Sir, I have never fought with anyone, only at the Immortal Conference, and I have never felt that my spiritual mind was hurt."
"Then when did your headache begin?"
"Well……"
Ning Bufan recalled it and said, "I've been like this for as long as I can remember."
