Ning Zhuo shook his head: "It's not appropriate. Now many people know that I have these needs. If these cultivation materials are stolen, they will be the first to suspect me."
Sun Lingtong shrugged: "Then I'll just put their treasury in one pot, won't I?"
Ning Zhuo sighed deeply: "Under the noses of a primordial infant-level monk, the risk of stealing is really high."
"But if there is really no way, you have no choice but to do this."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Boss, please give me the Dharma protector."
Sun Lingtong nodded repeatedly: "Xiaozhuo, go and understand, I'll look at you."
Ning Zhuo took a few steps forward and came to the Lingyin willow.
Lingyin Liu seemed to sense Ning Zhuo, and once again brushed Ning Zhuo's face with the wicker a few times.
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly and felt the welcome of Lingyin Liu: "Willow, willow, I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?"
"This time, I will use your power to help me taste the bitter water."
"I can make you have a better environment when I become stronger."
Sun Lingtong smiled: "Brother, you are also quite fun. What are you talking about with a willow tree? Hurry up and drink water."
Ning Zhuo turned around and looked at Sun Lingtong: "Boss, the first time I saw this willow tree, I felt very kind. Unconsciously, I will communicate with it."
"Perhaps I practiced the Cremation Prajna Sutra, and I felt more and more that everything has spirituality. Like Lingyin Willow, it can enlighten our wisdom, and spirituality should be even greater."
"It's just that it has no mouth and nose, so it can't be said or compared."
"To be honest, every time I talk to it like this, my mood involuntarily calms down."
Sun Lingtong shrugged: "That's not bad, it's a personal way for you to adjust your state of comprehension."
Ning Zhuo stopped talking, took out the futon, and sat down.
He took out the small jade bottle again, which had a little bitter water in it.
Ning Zhuo adjusted his breath for a moment, adjusted his state completely, his heart lake was calm, the ancient well was calm, and his mind was clear.
Ning Zhuo opened the cork and slowly poured the bitter water into his mouth.
As soon as the bitter water entered his mouth, Ning Zhuo felt bitter and indescribable!
This kind of bitterness is not only limited to the sense of taste, but also directly hits the depths of the soul. The throat burned, and the soul was letting out an unbearable wail.
As the bitter water slid into his throat, it seemed to turn into a cold current, quickly spreading through his body. Ning Zhuo felt a coldness that quickly spread from his stomach to his limbs, bringing him a chill and shiver that he had never experienced before.
His heart beat rapidly, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
All kinds of sins began to appear in his mind, the people he had hurt and owed, and the mistakes he had made.
The Three Ghosts of the Huang Family, Ning Zhanji, Ning Ji, Ning Responsibility, Ning Xiaohui, Zhu Xuanji, Meng Chong, Black Wind Tiger Demon, Fushan Fox God, Lin Shanshan......
The memory was so clear, and every detail was so vivid that he couldn't avoid it or escape.
Whispers and cries began to come from his ears, which were voices he had ignored, and they were the remorse and guilt that spoke deep in his heart.
An invisible pressure enveloped his body, as if countless hands were pulling at his heart, trying to drag him into the abyss of endless sins.
After Sun Lingtong saw Ning Zhuo drinking the bitter water, his face was distorted, his expression was extremely painful, and tears quickly flowed from the corners of his closed eyes.
Sun Lingtong gritted his teeth and only dared to shout in his heart: "Xiao Zhuo!"
He was very worried and clenched his fists, but he could only be anxious and helpless.
But the next moment, he heard Ning Zhuo snort coldly.
Under the Lingyin Willow, the boy in white had a cold expression on his face, the pain and distortion before, as if he had been killed by hard ice.
Ning Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely firm.
He sneered in his heart: "All things in heaven and earth are naturally competing and fighting! The way of cultivation seems to be vast, and the cultivation of all arts seems to be many, but in fact there is only one path."
"That's the way to win!"
"Whether it is the righteous path, the evil path, or the demonic path, we must first talk about strength. Only when I have enough strength will someone be kind to me and tell me rules and principles kindly."
"If I had enough strength, I would have been able to wake up my mother in Huosheng Mountain, so why should I run around now?"
"Only strengthening strength is the premise and foundation. How can a mere bitter water shake my mind!"
"Only by moving forward, not being informal, and constantly winning is the way for me to succeed!"
People are different.
In the face of suffering and poverty, everyone's feelings, choices, and performances are also different.
Some people will draw strength from the bitter cold and difficulties and continue to strengthen their strength. They never waver in their minds, believing that everything is only temporary difficulties. As long as you make up your mind, the big problem is just a test in life.
Although Ning Zhuo was only a sixteen-year-old boy, his growth experience was extremely depressing. He was treated harshly, he needed to disguise himself at all times, he had to endure the distance of his mother, he had to endure the test under Sun Lingtong's teaching, and he had to think hard to think of how to deal with Jindan level and Yuan Ying level opponents.
And he himself is just a mere qi chaining period!
Bitter cold meridian......
Han Zhou made it clear that this is a scripture that draws strength from the bitter cold, uses it to strengthen oneself, and finally realizes self-transcendence.
Isn't Ning Zhuo's sixteen years of self-improvement?
Han Zhou said one thing quite correctly - Ning Zhuo was very much in line with the true meaning of the Bitter Cold Sutra.
The protection of my Buddha's heart demon seal is only superficial. Ning Zhuo's true nature is like this!
Even if I am poor and humble, and let foreign enemies like mountains and sky, it will be difficult to suppress my will and urge my will.
Just think that all this is a whetstone, a quagmire waiting to rise.
The edge of the sword comes out of the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!
The so-called bitter cold is just a gift of life.
And this bitter water, if you taste it carefully, it seems that there is still a little sweetness.
Ning Zhuo not only stabilized his mind, but also further tempered his mind.
The true meaning contained in the bitter water was like a big river rolling, flowing in his heart.
Frost fists, old cold legs, suffering bodies, selling coolies, pouring bitter water...... All kinds of martial arts were learned by Ning Zhuo and quickly mastered the essence.
Once the essence is mastered, it will be applied to oneself, and it will naturally be irrelevant!
When Ning Zhuo finished his enlightenment and got up, Sun Lingtong immediately stepped forward and asked about the situation.
Ning Zhuo's eyes shone brightly, his heart changed a layer, his whole person was renewed, and he was in high spirits: "Boss, I'm doing very well now."
He looked back at Lingyin Liu.
On the Lingyin willow, only half of the wicker showed signs of wilting.
The difficulty of bitter water does not lie in understanding, but in how to withstand spiritual criticism and impact, how to stabilize the mind, and how to soothe all negative emotions.
Sun Lingtong looked at Ning Zhuo and said in surprise: "I also feel that you seem to have changed a little."
"How does bitter water taste?"
Ning Zhuo was about to answer, but Sun Lingtong immediately stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't say it, I'll try it myself. Hehehe!"
"I'm looking forward to it." Sun Lingtong rubbed his hands and smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.
"Boss, I'll protect you from the Dharma." Ning Zhuo left the futon and gave up his position to Sun Lingtong.
Sun Lingtong drank the bitter water, and his face changed drastically.
"Boss, hold on!" Ning Zhuo secretly cheered him on.
Sun Lingtong really didn't disappoint him, and quickly calmed down.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes with a disappointed face: "Brother, this Hanzhou is not honest, he calculates you!"
"These martial arts themselves are based on the crucifixion."
"Frost fists, old cold legs, etc., all need bitter cold to emanate from the inside out. Hurt yourself first, and then deal with the enemy."
"The more the crucifixion body suffers, the stronger it becomes. But you and I don't have bitter cold, unless you specialize in the Bitter Cold Sutra, you can have such mana and true qi."
Ning Zhuo nodded: "That's right."
"What I practiced with the Five Elements Qi Law is the five elements of mana. It is impossible to let the five elements mana penetrate into the body, into the joints. This will greatly damage my body, although it can also add punch and kick power, but it is very not cost-effective."
"But boss, you seem to have forgotten, I am a fellow practitioner. The five elements of mana are only owned by the sea of qi, and in my sea of essence is the power of the essence and blood of the demonic blood tendon technique."
Sun Lingtong patted his head: "Haha, I forgot about this stubble. Who told you to always use the five elements of mana to fight the enemy recently?"
Ning Zhuo smiled.
He had already mastered the martial arts essence of the Bitter Cold Sutra, and had conceived various martial arts that were in line with the Demon Stained Blood Tendon Technique, just waiting to be practiced secretly, and one day he would surprise others.
Small peaks, martial arts arenas.
Ning Zhuo came as promised and met with Han Zhou.
As soon as they met, Han Zhou asked, did you drink the bitter water?
Ning Zhuo said, he has already taken a sip, he has already understood something, and he will ask for advice today.
Han Zhou was amazed and sparred with Ning Zhuo.
Although Ning Zhuo did not show any martial arts, he had a better way to deal with Han Zhou's frost fist, old cold legs, and even the crucifixion body, changing his previous embarrassment and becoming quite calm.
After the competition, Han Zhou said in surprise: "Daoist Ning Zhuo, you already know very little about my martial arts and have mastered them thoroughly. It seems that you can make a lot of money by drinking bitter water!"
Ning Zhuo smiled: "This is also thanks to my brother's generosity, who took the initiative to give it to me."
Han Zhou took a closer look at Ning Zhuo's expression, and saw that he was shining with energy, and became more and more surprised, and waved his hand on the surface and said: "You are qualified to use such things."
"Many monks, don't look at their strong combat power and high cultivation, they are actually not worthy of this bitter water."
"I am now convinced that Daoist Ning Zhuo not only has extraordinary understanding, but also has an amazing firm mind."
Ning Zhuo humbly said a few words and took out two enlightenment maps.
It is the Frost Picture and the Proud Snow Picture.
"Brother Hanzhou, you gave me bitter water last time, and I should repay you."
"These two enlightenment maps come from my Ning family, and they are two ice and snow spells, which can be borrowed from you."
"I also have a lot of understanding of the Bitter Cold Sutra. Using bitter cold mana to urge ice and snow spells is also quite effective."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and slowly took the two pictures.