"There's no way?" Chen Shangde frowned, "How could this happen? Is this disease so difficult to treat?"

"Yes, I have consumed half of the quota of Shinto power just now, but I still haven't got a treatment plan. Looking at this posture, the remaining half is not enough. As you know, Lao Chen, Shinto

The power is not omnipotent..."

"I understand." The middle-aged man who once controlled the highest network of Shinto frowned deeper, "In the final analysis, the power of Shinto is just to concentrate the power of other people. Even with your power, Secretary Zhao, you can't achieve results.

In other words, even if all the doctors in the city come to treat it, it will take a long time to find a solution?"

"That's it, Lao Chen, it's not that I won't help you, it's just that I really can't do it."

Chen Shangde walked a few steps with his hands behind his back and stamped his feet as if he had made some kind of decision: "Then, Party Secretary Zhao..."

"Old Chen! We have agreed on the professional title!"

"No, I don't mean that. I definitely won't fight for the professional title. I mean, the remaining half of the quota, or..."

Party Secretary Zhao's eyes widened when he heard Chen Shangde's words: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Chen Shangde nodded: "OK!"

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Secretary Zhao and Chen Shangde returned to the room. Chen Wulou suppressed his curiosity and closed his eyes again as instructed.

"...Si Ji? The wisdom of a thousand considerations!"

The special power similar to that just now gathered again at the mysterious location between Chen Wulou's eyebrows, also known as Tianxin, Zuqiao, and Upper Dantian. But this time, that power did not differentiate into a specific will again, but maintained a certain

This cheerful activity stopped there, and then... connected with Chen Wulou's spirit.

For a moment, Chen Wulou felt an unprecedented sense of fullness and pleasure, as if the overwhelmed carriage suddenly had a powerful engine, as if a big man who was choked by the old clothes of his childhood suddenly put on new clothes, as if the wind was blowing.

The light of the remaining candle was suddenly filled with lamp oil - Chen Wulou felt that his thinking suddenly accelerated, countless thoughts and ideas flashed around, and many problems that he could not figure out before and made him dizzy at the thought of them suddenly became enlightened like a flash of lightning.

Get up, what is the power of Shinto, why has the French Open declined in recent years, and what is the reason for my illness?

What on earth is going on? I am——

"Don't think about it!" Party Secretary Zhao suddenly shouted, "This power is not for you to squander, it is for you to replace your mental consumption!"

That's right, at this moment, Chen Wulou has understood that his 'illness' is strictly speaking a mental inability to think for himself, so he is forced to protect himself. And what Party Secretary Zhao is doing at this time is to take other people's 'thinking' into account.

Lend your strength to yourself to replace your own mental consumption!

"Control this power! Lead it without releasing it, and continuously replenish it into your sea of ​​consciousness!"

Following the instructions, Chen Wulou quickly gathered his strength and stored it in the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows. The huge power made him feel itchy between his eyebrows, and he couldn't help but wink.

Is this what the legendary opening of the heavenly eye feels like? A somewhat nonsensical thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"...Lou'er, you, how do you feel?"

"I'm... very good." Chen Wulou was still in a trance, intoxicated by this wonderful experience, "I've never felt so good..."

Chen Wulou was suddenly embraced by a strong embrace.

"...It's great...It's really, really good..."

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"...Everything heard and seen, if not heard and seen, is neither good nor evil. It does not enter the heart, and the heart does not accept outsiders. It is called an empty mind. The mind does not chase outsiders. It is called peace of mind. If the mind is peaceful and empty, then the way will come and stop...

…”

Chen Wulou was writing intently in his notebook.

Five years have passed since that "treatment". Since then, Chen Wulou's drowsiness and coma have never occurred again. However, as a price, most of the power stored in his eyebrows has been used up - in fact, this

I had already exhausted all of them earlier. Fortunately, Chen Shangde found such a scripture from nowhere. The mind method is not like the mind method and the secret technique is not like the secret technique. After Chen Wulou studied it, his thoughts were purified and his distracting thoughts were greatly reduced.

, thus greatly reducing the consumption of that power, and then gradually supported it.

"...Remember, it's a simple matter...It sounds simple to say, but the charm behind it is profound." Chen Wulou gently put down the pen in his hand, and the spiritual stage became clear. "If we continue like this, we will soon be able to live a normal life without consuming mental energy."

Got it!"

Mind power, this is the name given by Chen Wulou to the power left in his eyebrows.

With the help of telekinesis, Chen Wulou spent five years of an ordinary time that could be described as peaceful and happy - although the material conditions were greatly stretched as the war situation worsened...

Chen Wulou blew on the paper covered with small regular script and waited until the ink dried before closing it gently - the paper is the famous bamboo paper in Dingjia County, with fine texture and tender iron plate, and it is also white and dense to soak in the ink.

It is the most famous specialty of Dingjia County. Originally, the condition of Chen Wulou was not enough for use, but Chen Shangde took back a lot of strange-shaped scraps through some unknown means, and after returning, he cut them into small pieces.

The binding cost of large pieces of paper is still somewhat exquisite and gorgeous.

... Sometimes Chen Wulou is also a little surprised by the changes in his father in the past few years. In this man who is an ordinary middle-aged father no matter how you look at it, Chen Wulou can no longer see the shadow of the Shanggong Tianzun in the past.

He couldn't help but feel something strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell whether it was joy or loss.

Chen Wulou put away the small book and walked out of the room, and walked into the kitchen towards the neat and sweet scratching sound: "Dad, good morning."

"Morning." Chen Shangde was skillfully cutting a carrot with crooked melons and split dates. "Have you practiced your handwriting?"

"Okay." Chen Wulou bent down and put away the garbage in the kitchen, "I'm going for a run and taking out the garbage. Dad, what are you doing?"

“Saucy noodles.”

"...Where's the smell?"

"Isn't this what it is?" Chen Shangde raised his knife and pointed at the diced carrots and lettuce and potatoes on the side. "This is the sauerkraut. This is how the special sauerkraut noodles of Xibei Province are made. I am from Xibei Province.

Uncle Ren from the province learned it specially."

Chen Wulou showed an expression like "I don't eat enough noodles, so don't lie to me": "...can it be considered a dish without bean sprouts..."

Looking at Chen Shangde's "just wait and see" smile, Chen Wulou curled his lips, picked up the trash and walked out: "Okay, okay, dad, just say so, I'm leaving~"

"Be careful on the way and pick two green onions in the yard when you come back."

"I know." Chen Wulou waved his hand to express receipt.

It’s another ordinary day. The boy thought so, unlocked the door and walked out of the house.
Chapter completed!