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Chapter 22

The old monk who was drinking and waiting outside, his originally lazy expression suddenly changed. When he felt the abnormal movement in the room, he immediately jumped up, waved his hand, and a barrier enveloped the entire courtyard.

His expression was slightly condensed and he walked quickly towards the room.

I saw that on the bed in the room, the girl who looked like a little monk sat cross-legged, covered with a layer of golden light, her delicate eyebrows, outstanding face, and her cross-legged eyes made him vaguely feel a powerful holy power on her body.

Seeing this scene, he was excited, and more incredible.

Although he had known that she should be the one he was looking for, he still felt unreal when he saw this scene. Because before he found her, he never thought that the person he was looking for would be a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

In order to prevent her from having any accident, the old monk was protecting her Dharma and always paid attention to her situation.

Because of the golden light surging on her body, the whole room was filled with a powerful and attractive aura. This aura was like the pressure of a strong man. Even the old monk oozed cold sweat under this breath of enchanting airflow, covering the barrier of the entire yard, and fluctuations faintly emerged under this airflow.

When she saw the holy power on her body surging with the flow of spiritual power, causing her to feel like she was being roasted on fire, her whole body was red, and there were signs of exploding her body and dying, the old monk was so shocked that he quickly spoke.

"Don't suppress spiritual power, feel its existence, and use the mental method to guide the meridians and tendons of the whole body to flow into the dantian..."

When Tang Ning heard the sound, she was suffering from the torture and didn't bother to think too much, and immediately did what the old monk said.

As the mind turned, the golden light on her body gradually gathered into her body, and the spiritual power in her body was also flowing through the expanded meridian tendons and pouring into her dantian. At this time, she slowly exhaled, opened her eyes, and looked at the old monk in front of her.

"How is it? Is it okay?" the old monk asked with some concern, stepped forward and put his hand on her pulse to investigate the situation inside her body.

After this investigation, I couldn't help but be stunned and said in surprise: "The tendons and veins in the body are expanded, and the spiritual power is abundant to form a holy body. In the future, it will be beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Seeing her disapproving look, the old monk couldn't help but say, "Do you know that there are immortals in this world who can fly over the clouds and fog?"

Tang Ning looked at him strangely and asked, "Have you seen it?" The memory in her mind was the immortal who was flying in the clouds, and in legend, she had never seen her before, even from a noble family.

The old monk rolled up his white eyebrows with one hand and smiled: "Refining Qi and strengthening muscles and bones, spiritual masters increase their lifespan, building foundations and eliminating the mortal fetus, controlling swords can make clouds, and golden elixirs can be the supreme ones. The Nascent Soul lives for three hundred years, and the soul travels thousands of miles. The flying immortals have been rare in ancient times. Knocking on the Heavenly Gate to open."

As he said that, he paused, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Would you like to go to the immortal land with me?"

Tang Ning smiled when he heard this, his beautiful eyes were bent into crescent moons, and his delicate little look was so cute.

Just when the old monk was happy and thought there was a show, he saw her smile calmed down and said directly: "Don't go!"

The old monk stuck in his throat in one breath, glared at him, and said, "This is a great thing. If you don't know the monk, I have a good intention!"

Tang Ning curled his lips: "I think it's a weasel who wishes the chicken a happy New Year, and he is uneasy."
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