Fu Ling was really speechless, she wondered in her heart whether or not to turn her face with the old thing.
Fu Ling bit his lip and said to the real person: "Xuanwu said that my brain is not well developed."
"Diligence can make up for one's weakness. There are many successful people who have a bad memory. Haven't they all succeeded in the same way?"
Fu Ling wanted to say that a real person could not stand up and talk. But she didn't dare, she could only bit her lip fiercely and said, "I know, I didn't do well in the past, I will do it later, but time is a little tight now, can your old man help me? At least let me use a thousand miles of sound transmission, and I can save my life by referring to the empty drawing symbol."
"It's better to ask for others than for yourself. Your cultivation level can only be improved by your own cultivation."
Fu Ling said with a sad face: "Master, I have been cultivating in Gujing for hundreds of years, and I am not as high as our little fox on the mountain. How can you improve me in such a short time?"
"Have you thought about the reason?" the real person asked.
Fu Ling was very upset, "You have to let me say, is there a problem with my physique?"
"This is the reason for you. You always put the blame on other people, but never find the reason for yourself." Seeing Fu Ling's face, the real man continued to say: "You have been in Gujing for hundreds of years, following Ao What did you learn from Tianhe Xuanwu? After the little fox on the Lotus Mountain ate a dragon blood pill, he did not have the guidance of his master. He overheard the monks in the monastery, and watched Xuanwu practicing swords, and asked the elders of the same clan to teach him how to draw symbols. Mantra. How about you? You sleep most of the time."
Fu Ling bit his lip to refute the real person, but couldn't find a word.
The real person continued: "You said that your physique is not good, how many dragon blood pills have you eaten, how much dragon blood have you drunk? If you have a congenital deficiency, you can make it back the day after tomorrow."
Fu Ling sighed, "Did I disappoint you? That's why you took back my original body and wanted me to fend for myself."
"The key to self-generation and self-destruction is self. Everything depends on yourself."
Fu Ling raised his eyebrows, "I? I want to live now, but how many people want me to die, do you know? Xuancheng and Xuanbing hate me Xuanyong, Xuangang four brothers want to kill me Wang Shitai, Wang Shijie hasn’t gotten over yet. The first thing that gets over is to come and kill me. Cheng Gan is always ready to kill me and take revenge on his brother Cheng Kun. And that Master Sun Jiangtou is now I was suppressed by the monk in the Guanyin Temple chanting the Great Compassion Mantra and the Diamond Sutra. When he is relieved, even if he does not go to Dou Chiyu, he will have to lower my head first."
The real person frowned, and said to his heart: This girl has really been tossing this year.
Fu Ling continued: "These are those who thought I was dead, and the relatives and friends of the Liumen faction on Cockscomb Mountain were thinking about basalt Hu Xiu'er and Bellina. These enchanting evildoers, they will step on me without hesitation when they find an opportunity. Two feet, I have to be on guard at all times."
Fu Ling sighed and said with a wry smile: "I know that you are not obligated to help me. But now I want to know, if I am just an ordinary person and pass by your temple, I will give you incense sticks when I enter the temple. I beg you for advice. How would you say it?"
The real person looked at Rune, "If you don't want to face those who want to kill you, you can come back."
Fu Ling sneered, "Isn't this topic turned back again? If we continue to talk like this, we can really talk for three days."
The real person said indifferently: "The cultivation base is all self-cultivation, there is no shortcut, so I can't help you."
Fu Ling saw that the real person had already said this, and she knew that crying and begging had no meaning, but it would make the real person look down on her even more.
Fu Ling calmly looked at the real person, "Can you tell me the truth? Is there really nothing wrong with my mind?"
"You are no different from other people."
Fu Ling smiled and asked, "You said, if I practice according to the rules, will Ao Tian and Xuanwu allow me to live in this world?"
The real person was taken aback for a moment, "They have been helping you."
Fu Ling didn't want to talk any more, she said coldly: "I should go back." After Fu Ling finished speaking, she closed her eyes.
When Fu Ling opened her eyes slowly, she found that the surroundings were pitch black. She was shocked. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized that this was her room.
Fu Ling reached for the alarm clock beside the bed. It was already three o'clock in the morning. Fu Ling sighed and murmured: "This is completely over, no one can count on it."
Fu Ling wanted to continue sleeping, but found that he was very energetic and did not feel sleepy at all. She got out of bed and came to the window. It was dark outside, and the moon and stars could not be seen.
Fu Ling stood quietly. I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a white belly appeared in the east. Fu Ling watched the white belly gradually turn to light red, she opened the window, and the morning breeze rushed over her face outside the window. Fu Ling couldn't help but sneezed, and instantly became sober.
"It's really cold, don't catch a cold." After Fu Ling finished cursing, he closed the window and turned and walked out of the room.
Fu Ling, who had not eaten anything for a day, opened the refrigerator and took out a bag of quick-frozen dumplings. She wanted to cook dumplings for herself to celebrate her rebirth.
Fu Ling's cooking skills have improved a lot recently. The dumplings this time are at least dumplings, and they haven't turned into noodle ball soup. This makes Fu Ling very satisfied. She thinks this is a good start.
After eating the dumplings, Fu Ling cleaned the kitchen carefully, and she didn't even miss the range hood.
After Fu Ling was busy, she returned to the bedroom. She felt that sleeping was the best way to pass the time.
Fu Ling was sleeping soundly. When she heard the phone ring, she reluctantly picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was Zhang Bin's number. After Fu Ling answered, before she could speak, Zhang Bin said, "Little Fu, look at the headlines. Already? Sun Dianzhou was wanted by the Hong Kong police yesterday."
"Oh, that's great, is there a reward for reporting?" Fu Ling asked listlessly.
Zhang Bin was taken aback for a moment, "There should be a bonus, what's wrong with you?"
"I haven't woken up yet. Sun Dianzhou should be in Zhou Weidong's villa. Don't report it. Find an aunt to report it."
Zhang Bin asked suspiciously: "How did you know?"
"The monk of Guanyin Temple will not chant sutras in front of his villa for no reason."
"Are you sure?" Zhang Bin asked.
Fu Ling yawned, "I'm not sure, so I asked you to find an aunt to report him."
Fu Ling again asked: "You have picked yourself clean, don't be a bird."
After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Bin said: "If Sun Dianzhou is really in Zhou Weidong's villa, I am not afraid to be the first bird."
"Whatever you want, the monks should take a break." Fu Ling finished speaking and hung up the phone.
Fu Ling closed her eyes again. She hoped that she could sleep for one day and one night, so that when she opened her eyes again, Xuanwu should be back. (End of this chapter)