Mo Zunyue did not dare to interrupt Tong Li's practice easily, so she could only squat beside him with a depressed face.
He watched helplessly as he picked up one piece of ore after another, sucked the demonic energy inside into his body, and threw the remaining pure spiritual energy on the pile of spiritual stones beside him like garbage.
He didn't wake up from meditating until the pile of spiritual stones was almost burying Tong Li's little person inside.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Zunyue staring at him with a dark face, and quickly announced the good news to make her happy, "Master, there is a trace of spiritual power floating in the sea of consciousness, and you can also see the situation of the sea of consciousness. Am I entering?" It’s the early stage of fog condensation.”
However, Mo Zunyue's face turned darker.
Entering the fog-condensing stage, the sea of consciousness is occupied by magic power, and it is impossible to pull him back to the right path.
"Master?" Tong Li stood up carefully and walked to Mo Zunyue, lowering his head and asking, "Did I do something wrong?"
It sounds like she didn't teach her well, so she can't blame Tong Lilian for going astray.
Mo Zunyue's expression softened, she took Tong Li's little hand and pretended to be as pleasant as possible, "What is the color of the spiritual power in your sea of consciousness?"
Tong Li tilted his little head and said with a matter-of-fact expression, "It's black!"
Mo Zunyue was confused and pretended to be calm, "The black one is called magic power, and the white one is spiritual power. The mental method I taught you should let you absorb the white spiritual energy. How did you absorb the black one?"
Having said this, Tong Li held his tongue and complained to Mo Zunyue, "I originally wanted to absorb the white one, but it kept scurrying around in my body and was not obedient at all. On the contrary, the black one was very docile. I let it go wherever it goes, so I might as well use black instead.”
Mo Zunyue wanted to spit out a blood arrow.
Just because the spiritual energy was disobedient in the body, the demonic energy was changed.
This reason for becoming a demon cultivator is quite explosive in the world of cultivation.
Can Mo Zunyue admit that she is incompetent as a master? Of course not!
She swallowed a handful of bitter tears alone and stuffed the spiritual stones on the ground into the storage container. "I remember you have a course called Ideology and Morality, right? From now on, you must study this course every day, one day at a time." You must not leave anything behind, and you must be a good citizen with upright views and a kind heart."
In fact, demonic energy is not scary. What is scary is the powerful demon cultivator with unhealthy thoughts.
The demonic energy is cold and cold. With cultivation, it nourishes the spiritual power all the year round. Over time, people's character and thoughts will be affected by the magic, and they will become gloomy and cruel, and do all kinds of evil. This makes people hate the thought of demonic cultivation.
In order to prevent Tong Li from reaching this point, Mo Zunyue must correct his thinking. As long as his thinking is not crooked, he will not be able to do anything bad.
"Master, but I don't have an optical brain, so I can't study online!"
"My teacher will buy it for you!"
You must buy it, no matter how poor you are, you must buy it.
She couldn't raise a big demon, otherwise her reputation of sacrificing herself to the Dharma and dying with the demon in her previous life would be completely ruined.
On the way back, Mo Zunyue asked Tong Li some common sense about life in the interstellar era.
The most convenient thing in this era is convenient transportation, online shopping, etc.
"We can open an online store so that people all over the galaxy can search for our online store, and we won't have to worry about not being able to sell things."
Tong Li was very happy to have an optical brain of his own and racked his brains to help Mo Zunyue make money.
It's a pity that his little child only knows that online shopping is convenient, and does not know that online stores need to be operated before people can come in and buy.
Mo Zunyue, an ancient person who had just traveled through time, didn't even understand this. She just thought Tong Li's idea was a good one and was going to try it when she got back.
When passing by the mining area, it happened to be the rush hour for get off work, and there were dense crowds of people heading towards the city.
Just after leaving the entrance of the mining area, people gathered together and pointed, with sad faces on their faces, and cries kept coming from the center of the crowd.
"My father, you can't die. How will my mother and I live if you die?"
Mo Zunyue has a good hearing. When she suddenly heard this sentence, she couldn't help but feel homesick.
I remember when she stormed into the villain's lair and pierced the villain's head with a sword. His wife hugged the corpse and cried, saying the same thing.
It seems that whether it is ancient people or today, people react the same way when they are heartbroken.
"Let's go!" Mo Zunyue pulled Tong Li, who stretched his head to look.
In her previous life, she died for the common people. In this life, she wants to live well for herself.
The first principle of living well is to mind your own business.
"Oh." Tong Li retracted his little head and followed Mo Zunyue.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Dad, please save my dad. The mine collapsed and he was hit by radioactive ore and was injured all over his body. Where is the doctor? Why hasn't the doctor come yet? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
When Tong Li heard this cry, he suddenly stopped as Mo Zun Yue left. He carefully pulled Mo Zun Yue's sleeve corner, "Master, it's Fan Fan, he is my good friend."
Fanfan was crying so hard that he was out of breath and was very miserable.
He knew that being infected with poisonous gas was incurable and would lead to death, but he did not want to admit this fact. He did not want to be without his father.
He eagerly hoped that the doctor could come over and take a look, just in case, if a miracle happened.
"Another one is going to die. It's really pitiful that no one will die one day." The onlookers were talking incessantly, and they were gradually becoming numb to such a scene. No one knew whether the person lying down tomorrow would be him.
"Who says it isn't? Since two years ago, radioactive ores and poisonous weeds appeared like crazy on this planet, we haven't had a good day. I really don't know when it will end."
"Hey, hey, don't crowd. Why are these two crowding? Isn't it immoral to be so busy watching the excitement?"
It was like an iron wall all around, and Mo Zunyue and Tong Li struggled to squeeze in.
In the middle of the crowd lay a man covered in blood, his body still moving and still breathing.
Next to her lay the daughter-in-law and her child, crying loudly. When the child saw Tong Li, he groaned and wiped away his tears, "Tongtong, my father is injured, what should I do?"
Tong Li stepped forward to comfort him, "Don't worry, my master can save him."
After hearing this, the melon-eaters nearby couldn't help complaining, "Children are just children. They are innocent enough. How could they be saved after being hit by radioactive ore and infected with poisonous gas?"
"That's right, I've never heard of it. To put it harshly, it's just waiting for death. But children are children, so it's okay to be naive."
Mo Zunyue ignored them and squatted down to check the man's injuries.
It looked like there was a lot of bleeding, but there were no serious injuries. There were a few broken skin on the head and body, but there were no problems with the bones and internal organs.
It was because the poisonous gas had penetrated into the body, the wound was severely corroded, and gradually spread to the surrounding areas.
Fanfan's mother saw that Mo Zunyue's way of checking the injury was very professional. She wanted to go forward, but was afraid of delaying Mo Zunyue's rescue. She squatted on the spot and wiped her tears at a loss, "Are you a doctor? Can we still be saved? ?”
Mo Zunyue stopped her hand and nodded, "It can be saved!"
"Ah? Ah!..."
Fanfan’s mother knows better than anyone else that how can she be saved if poisonous gas enters her body?
When she asked if she could be saved, she was already prepared, knowing that the doctor would definitely say that she couldn't be saved, so she should prepare for the funeral.
As a result, Mo Zunyue uttered the word "can save", which almost shocked Fanfan's mother, who was about to cry out.
The cry was stuck in her throat, and she swallowed it alive. She confirmed again with a trembling voice, "Can it really be saved?"
