Buddhist Evil Wife

Alchemists in the cultivation world not only know alchemy, but also medicine.

In addition, alchemists are divided into ten levels, with level one being the lowest and level ten the highest.

When alchemists reach the tenth level, in addition to being able to refine and cure tenth-level elixir, their medical skills have also reached the realm of all kinds of cures. All kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases are easy for them, and the monks call them half-immortal doctors.

When Yin Jitian heard that even tenth-level alchemists were helpless against Beiming's illness, his heart twitched inexplicably, and he hugged Bei Yitong's small body silently, and remained silent for a long time.

He really wanted to ask Bei Ming if this disease, apart from making his body weak, would kill Bei Ming!

But a few times the words came to my lips, but I couldn't ask any questions, as if I suddenly lost my voice, and all the words were stuck in my throat.

At this moment, he had to admit that he was actually afraid of hearing some things he didn't want to hear!

Bei Yitong didn't seem to want to talk more about Beiming's body, so he retracted into Yin Jitian's arms and said, "Sleep! I'll go to the animal garden early in the morning, after all, you just took over the affairs of the animal garden. It's better to show your face more!"

Yin Jitian saw him talking with a child's face like an adult, and couldn't help but find it funny, pinched his chin lightly, and said with a smile, "What a big kid!"

He smelled the scent belonging to Bei Ming from the kid, and soon fell into the fragrance of dreams.

Waking up early the next morning, Bei Yitong was nowhere to be seen.

Yin Jitian was the same as before, he immediately meditated to absorb spiritual energy when he got up.

This time, there was no longer any pain in his body, but instead he felt unprecedented comfort. He felt as if he had been transformed, and his whole body was full of strength.

When the qi returned to its original position, he saw seven clusters of flames again, the situation was the same as yesterday.

Yin Jitian waited for the darkness to return before he opened his eyes, and saw Bei Yitong sitting on the chair in front of the dressing table.

He looked at Yin Jitian with a strange face: "What are you doing? Meditating to absorb spiritual energy?"

Yin Jitian's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "I'm meditating, but I'm not absorbing spiritual energy. Do you think a person whose spiritual roots have been destroyed can still absorb spiritual energy?"

The cultivator can feel the fluctuation of the spiritual energy in his body, but from Bei Yitong's uncertain question, he can be sure that he doesn't know what he is doing!

"Then what are you doing?"

Yin Jitian had already thought of an excuse: "As a Buddhist, when meditating, besides attracting spiritual energy, I also recite scriptures and recite Buddha!"

He finally felt that being a monk had some advantages, at least he could cover up the fact that he absorbed spiritual energy by chanting scriptures and Buddha.

Bei Yitong seemed to want to break the casserole and ask the end before giving up: "Don't you have to read the scriptures and Buddha from your mouth?"

"When I was in Douhua Village, I said that I am different from other monks. I only cultivate my body and mind but not my speech. Since I don't cultivate my speech, I naturally don't know how to chant sutras with my mouth."

"..." Bei Yitong frowned, apparently not believing Yin Jitian's words.

There were insoluble doubts in his eyes, and he wanted to ask clearly, but knew that Yin Jitian would not give him the answer he wanted, so he said, "Let's go have breakfast!"