The entrance of the convenience store is the most lively place in Qingshan Village, with people coming and going, Ding Ning stood in front of the convenience store, standing blankly, letting people around him pass by, motionless.

People looked at this fat man from a poor family strangely. Ding Ning had no friends in Qingshan Village. Although people thought his behavior was strange, no one paid attention to him. They just muttered softly when passing by: "Damn fat man."

Although the surrounding situation was really happening, it did not enter Ding Ning's ears at all. At this moment, he had isolated himself from the world. The crowds and noise around him were happening like movies, but they could not affect him at all. He was completely immersed in his own changes.

The statue of God of Wealth did not really disappear, but appeared in Ding Ning's mind.

A blurry light and shadow could not see the appearance of his clothes, emitting a faint light, suspended in Ding Ning's mind. Ding Ning didn't know whether his location was in the brain or the cerebral, maybe in his consciousness. In short, Ding Ning could clearly feel him.

Although it is very vague, you can still vaguely see the appearance of the God of Wealth from the appearance.

What comes with the God of Wealth is an extremely light breath.

It is much thinner than hair, perhaps infinitely longer. It is truly distributed in Ding Ning's body, and as he breathes, it moves slightly with his heartbeat.

At this moment, Ding Ning could even clearly feel the problem in his heart. It was a very wonderful feeling. It was either seen with his eyes, but it was a pure feeling. It also exists when he closed his eyes.

The heart is warm and has even improved. The feeling of comfort is so real. It is like a person carrying a hundred pounds of things for more than ten years. He has been familiar with this weight, but now he has suddenly lost one pound and feels much more relaxed.

Although it was very subtle, Ding Ning was extremely sure that his heart had indeed improved a little at this moment.

You should know that Ding Ning's heart disease is congenital, and he cannot exercise vigorously or practice martial arts.

He even suspected that his mother brought him to live in Qingshan Village, perhaps because he had a bad heart.

This disease is not completely untreated. My mother has consulted many times. As long as she is willing to spend money and has a heart stent in a capable hospital, her life is still not dangerous.

But once the stent is done, Ding Ning will never have the possibility of practicing martial arts, and his weakness will accompany him for the rest of his life. Loss of money is one reason, and this reason is also one of the reasons why he has not performed surgery on his heart for a long time.

The master also had hope for Ding Ning. He even said that if Ding Ning had no such problem, then his talent for martial arts would definitely be incredible, or even a genius who had never been seen in a century.

But this hopeless problem completely restricted Ding Ning. He even missed the best age to practice martial arts, and he was destined to be unable to achieve much success in the future.

But the current strange incident has brought Ding Ning a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, his heart may be cured without surgery!

Silently experiencing the wandering breath in the body, Ding Ning's feeling became clearer and more sensitive.

A little bit, a little bit!

As the breath entered Ding Ning's mind, some blurry scenes began to appear in Ding Ning's mind.

In a trance, Ding Ning seemed to see an old man walking on a road, shaking and in a daze, like a walking corpse. A big hole was opened in his chest, but no blood was flowing out. The part of his heart was empty and his heart was gone.

The old man threw gold and silver to the poor people on the roadside, and walked all the way, until he saw a stall selling unswerving vegetables. There was a person standing behind the stall, and only a black shadow could be seen.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Not auchi." The black shadow sneered.

"Cai Wuxin can live even?"

"Of course, otherwise, what is called "Wuxincai"? But can a person without intention live? "

The old man was stunned for a moment, "Only people cannot live without intention."

"Since people cannot live without intention, then why are you, a walking corpse, doing alive?"

The black shadow sneered, the old man trembled all over, and finally fell to the dust, the picture blurred and dissipated...

A huge memory rushed into Ding Ning's brain like a tsunami. The memory was too huge, so huge that the human brain could not bear it all at once. Ding Ning's eyes turned black, and with a "boom" in his brain, his body fell straight to the ground.

Countless knowledge he had never been exposed to came like sea water, like gods, monsters, cultivators, underworlds, heaven... The most common knowledge about cultivation is.

Unseen rare birds and beasts, fragrant elixirs, infinite magical talismans, infinite magic weapons and magic weapons, including how these things are practiced, how those herbs are grown, and how talisman paper is drawn.

There is also how to practice. If you collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, these things will flash endlessly in Ding Ning's mind like slides.

The most common ones are gold, silver and treasures.

The shining gold money is as heavy as the golden ingots from the mountains, the colorful jade Ruyi, the colorful jewelry, the golden treasure pot and the buzzing money tree. There are many fragments of these things.

Unconsciously, Ding Ning felt close to these treasures and felt close from the heart.

His head hurts extremely, and he has no sense in other parts of his body. He does not know the passage of time, the night and the day, but instinct drives him to remember, constantly!

Ding Ning's brain is like a sponge at this time, constantly absorbing this knowledge, absorbing it and then digesting it, and then absorbing it again and again.

As time goes by, Ding Ning gradually got used to these things.

He will no longer be shocked by the things that have never been heard of, as if these things should have belonged to him.

However, from beginning to end, the figure who guided him to practice was a vague influence, unable to see his true identity, and he had never said a word to Ding Ning.

As Ding Ning learns more, the figure becomes more and more blurred.

I don’t know how long it took, but after Ding Ning absorbed a memory of the forging of magic weapons again, the figure finally twisted twice and dissipated with a bang!

At this moment, Ding Ning was even reluctant to leave. He wanted to learn more knowledge, so he couldn't help but reach out and grabbed the figure dissipating in the air.

His arms felt a little heavy, and Ding Ning instinctively touched his arms, but he touched a quilt.

"Forehead...."

Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes are filled with gray roofs, and there is even a hole in the roof. Ding Ning is very familiar with this place. This is the roof of Guandi Temple.

Ding Ning barely supported himself and found him lying on his master's bed, and there was no one in the room now.

After sitting blankly for more than ten minutes, Ding Ning straightened everything.

He fainted at the convenience store. He didn't remember what happened after that, he didn't know how long it had passed, and he didn't know how he came to Guandi Temple.

However, those knowledge, those unprecedented knowledge, have been deeply engraved in Ding Ning's mind like instinct.

It is not an illusion or a dream, and Ding Ning does not even doubt the authenticity of this knowledge.

Ding Ning now has two memories in his mind, one is the memory of Ding Ning for 16 years, and the other is the memory of a fairy-like figure who has lived for countless years.

Even Ding Ning could not tell who he was at one time, whether he had traveled through his body or had absorbed the memory of a god himself.

After coming over for a while, Ding Ning decided that he was still Ding Ning, but he had countless knowledge in his mind, and it was impossible for modern people to believe it.

Ding Ning raised his head and found a stack of yellow paper on his master's incense table. He could even tell the function of these yellow papers immediately.

Simple, low-level talisman paper cannot carry too much vitality, and can only create some talismans with little lethality or low-level auxiliary talismans.

If these are sold for money...wait!

Ding Ning was a little surprised, why did he think of money? Are you crazy about poverty?

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Chapter completed!