Buddhist Evil Wife

Yin Jitian opened his eyes suddenly, and raised his hand to touch the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows!

When I was meditating just now, there was a wave of energy moving between the eyebrows, which was very similar to the feeling of converging the absorbed spiritual energy into the dantian during practice before Shantideva's spiritual root was destroyed.

Yin Jitian flashed his doubts, got up and walked to the dressing cabinet, picked up the bronze mirror and took a picture.

The cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows was even brighter than when he first traveled to another world, as if it had been moistened by rain, and it seemed to have a tinge of vitality.

Surprise flashed in Yin Jitian's eyes, and he thought to himself, Shantideva didn't have this cinnabar mole in the past, so his hearing is more sensitive than before, is it related to this cinnabar mole?

He raised his hand to touch the cinnabar mole again, and decided to continue meditating to see if he could gain more.

Yin Jitian sat on the bed next to the dressing table with his legs crossed. This time, he meditated longer than before, and the qi in the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was turning faster and wider. Turn bigger.

After a while, the qi stopped staying between the eyebrows, and gradually moved to other places. As long as the qi passed through, it felt like being eaten by termites, and there was a piercing pain.

However, after that qi permeated his whole body, he felt indescribably refreshed, as if he was washing his marrow and cutting his bones, and he had been refurbished inside and out.

When the qi returned to the eyebrows, it stopped turning. No matter how hard he tried to absorb the aura, the qi still didn't respond, as if telling him not to be too eager for success.

In desperation, Yin Jitian had no choice but to open his eyes, and immediately saw Beiming standing in front of the dressing cabinet, and staring at him tightly, as if he wanted to see something from him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yin Jitian asked as if nothing had happened, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a drop of water slipping from his forehead.

He raised his hand to wipe it, and found that his entire face was covered with sweat. Not only that, he seemed to have fallen into a lake, his whole body was wet, as long as he picked up the corner of his clothes and twisted it, he could get out a lot of it. water.

"Why is my robe all wet?"

Yin Jitian asked in doubt, but soon figured out what was going on. If there was no mistake, it should be the sweat that came out when he endured the great pain all over his body.

He glanced at Beiming, and didn't know how to explain his situation for a moment. Suddenly, his thoughts changed, and he said angrily, "Could you have poured water on me while I was meditating and falling asleep?"

Suddenly, Bei Ming's eyes flashed a look of bewilderment.

Yin Jitian stood up suddenly: "It's too much! Even if you don't meet the conditions I put forward before, you shouldn't splash me with water!"

Bei Ming frowned: "I didn't..."

Yin Jitian didn't give him a chance to explain: "You're fine? You don't mean to say that you just opened your mouth and didn't pour water on me yourself, did you?"

Bei Ming pursed his lips, and his brows tightened a bit.

Yin Jitian snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, walked to the closet, took out the robe he wanted to change, then walked to the screen in the corner next to the bed, and changed into a clean robe: "Beiming, don't bully me too much! If you don't apologize to me, from now on, you will never enter my room."

Beiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and then, as if he had figured something out, the corners of his mouth suddenly outlined a shallow arc.