In the tile-roofed house, the family sat around.

Ding Xie still hasn't gotten over the news that his mother is seriously ill.

"Three Treasures, everyone has birth, old age, sickness and death, and monks are the same. We just live longer."

"Practice is not that easy, and sometimes there is a risk of going astray."

"I didn't want to tell you this, for fear of delaying your practice." Mother Ding said slowly.

Ding's father is a master of Dzogchen Qi training, but this cultivation has no help at all in dealing with organ failure.

They look very powerful, just better than ordinary people.

I am not afraid of many diseases and will not be infected with typhoid fever, but I still have difficulties that I cannot face.

Just like birth, old age, illness and death, a Qi practitioner is unable to turn around.

Father Ding and Mother Ding both seemed to be relieved.

In fact, they are not relieved, but try to appear calm.

At least Ding Xie couldn't be made to think that this result occurred because he had been away from home for a long time.

They cannot let their children live with guilt for the rest of their lives.

"Disciples of Wanfa Sect are all like this. They run all over the world. How long will you stay at home this time?"

In the past, it can be said that Ding Xie was particularly silent today.

He doesn't know what he can do.

The treasures that supplement the original source often cost tens of thousands of spirit stones, and they are still very expensive.

Even Ding Xie, a foundation-building monk, couldn't produce such a spiritual stone.

He also has no habit of saving money, and being free and easy means that many spiritual stones that should be saved have been consumed.

After all the calculations, there are only more than 2,000 spiritual stones left in hand. If you add the three boxes of Yinhun Dan with the help of Tushanjun.

Three boxes of Yinhun Dan are a big deal and can be sold for 10,000 spirit stones.

But they couldn't take out the Yinhun Dan quickly, and if they took out too many, it would arouse suspicion.

Coupled with the merits accumulated from running missions for so many years, I should be able to collect 30,000 to 40,000 spiritual stones if I squeeze it in, which is enough to buy a treasure pill to repair injuries.

"I will go back in a few months."

"But parents, don't worry, I have saved some wealth over the years."

It is not Ding Xie's style to deal with it silently. If you encounter difficulties, just solve them. There is no use in waiting.

For a sect as big as Wanfa Sect, it can use internal transactions of meritorious deeds to replenish the origin of spiritual objects and elixirs to repair injuries.

With his meritorious service, it should be no problem to collect more than 20,000 spiritual stones.

Returning to his original room, Ding Xie began to sort out his talismans.

You can sell useless magic weapons, just keep one. If that doesn't work, you can sell your own magic swords as well. If the market for top-quality magic swords is good, you can also sell them for a good price.

Looking at it this way, it is completely possible to raise money.

Tu Shanjun in the banner knew this feeling of powerlessness. Wen Yue was short of origin and failed at the moment when he finally built the foundation.

Ding Xie's mother was not only depleted of origin, but also suffered from organ failure, which made it difficult to maintain her cultivation. Once her cultivation completely dissipated and she became an ordinary person, it meant that her life had come to an end.

Ding Xie is too optimistic. There is a chance to obtain treasures that can replenish the origin, but organ failure is difficult to treat.

But I can't tell Ding Xie about this. It's possible that the original source will be replenished and the organs will get better.

Tu Shanjun thought about the spells he had. If he wanted to heal, it seemed that only the spirit-demon fusion technique was more reliable.

This magic is a black magic, and it is a very evil magic.

There is no way to break through the Qi training period in this life. If you use this technique, you will completely become a demon. There is no doubt about this.

This thing is so cruel, the major sects will never allow it to appear.

'I have a way.'

The soul flag vibrated and four big characters appeared.

Ding Xie's pupils widened, and when he was about to say something, he saw the soul flag change again: "I said it in my dream."

Ding Xie, who has been together for so long, also knows that Tu Shanjun can fall into dreams, but this is the first time he has done so formally.

It's very easy for a foundation-building monk to sleep. He'll fall asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.

Under the blue sky.

The long white clouds stretch.

When the breeze blew on his face, Ding Xie realized that he had entered a dream.

There is a sea of ​​clouds on the ground, and there is an open space and a cliff at the foot.

Without paying too much attention, Ding Xie asked with hope in his eyes: "Brother Tu Shan, do you think there is a way?"

Tu Shanjun didn't waste any time and directly launched the spirit-demon fusion technique.

Ding Xie looked at the spell in front of him and stood there blankly.

This is a truly evil method, and it cannot be called a demonic method.

Because this technique is so cruel, the person whose foundation is dug out will not only endure unimaginable pain, but will also have no bones left in the end.

Tu Shanjun looked at Ding Xie calmly.

Whether to be possessed by a demon to save his mother, or not to be possessed by a demon and rely on oneself, is all a matter of one thought.

Tu Shanjun just provided him with a method, and it was up to Ding Xie whether he used it or not.

"Is this thing sure to be curable?"

"Not sure." Tu Shanjun shook his head.

He has never used the Spiritual Demon Fusion Technique, so he is not sure about the effectiveness of this technique.

But what is certain is that using this thing can definitely improve a part of your cultivation level and gain spiritual roots.

Even if you have no chance to step into foundation building in your lifetime, you will only live for a hundred years at most.

"no."

Ding Xie stretched out his hand, but finally put it down and rejected the proposal.

Although Tu Shanjun looked dull, he was very happy in his heart.

It was not that he wanted to lead Ding Xie into becoming a demon, but that he had experienced this kind of helplessness, so he took out such evil magic.

Ding Xie's ability to withstand temptation is indeed very impressive, which also proves that his Taoist heart is firm.

"Brother Tushan, I... want to borrow some money..."

Hearing this, Tu Shanjun shook his head.

Ding Xie couldn't help but look disappointed and sighed. He was really ill and sought medical treatment.

But it was adjusted very quickly.

Tushanjun is just a weapon-like being. He retrieved it from a small place. Even if there are spiritual stones, there won't be much left.

"As long as there is evil spirit, Yinhun Dan can be produced quickly."

"What's the big deal?" Tu Shanjun explained with difficulty.

"That's right." Ding Xie's eyes suddenly lit up. There are many places with strong evil spirits in this world. As long as they find a few more places, get two Yin Soul Pills, and then resell them, they can earn tens of thousands of spirit stones.

If you can't sell so much in one place, sell it in several places and then sell it to the sect in batches.

By then, all the original spiritual objects and the elixirs for repairing the body will be at hand.

"Brother Tushan."

Ding Xie was choked up.

At such an old age, I was so moved.

Borrowing money is a challenge for anyone. If Tushanjun really lent it to him, he would feel uncomfortable.

From now on, the two people will no longer have equal status.

And if you do two big things together, even if you split the Yinhun Dan half and half, it's still a lot.

This is a spiritual stone earned by oneself, and the status of the two of them will not change much.

Tu Shanjun waved his hand without saying anything and sent Ding Xie directly out of the practice cliff.

The two of them are considered friends after all, and they can help each other if they can.

A night of silence.

Ding Xie got up early, and the foundation-building monks meditating and practicing could basically replace sleep.

He had to meet his family members and spend two days with his parents in the past two days, and then he had to leave immediately.
To be continued...