I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Watson opened his eyes, and the gray ceiling was vaguely visible in the darkness.

He returned to the ward of the Royal Free Hospital and lay on the bed.

It seemed that the bizarre things he had just experienced were just the imaginative fantasies of his subconscious mind.

"Is it really just a dream?"

He was a little confused. The right palm that had just been cut was completely unscathed, but he could still feel the residual tearing pain in his palm.

At this moment, London was still in the darkest darkness before dawn. The moonlight outside the window disappeared without a trace, and it was so dark in the ward that it was difficult to see even one finger.

He stood up slowly with full of doubts.

The moment he exerted force on his waist to bend forward, a look of surprise and ecstasy appeared on Watson's face - his left leg, which had been suffering from a stubborn disease, had suddenly returned to normal and he could use strength! ! !

It's like the lost homeland is finally recovered, the paralyzed nerves are revived again, and the decayed muscle tissue is regained its vitality.

"It was indeed a dream, but it was more than just a dream!"

Watson rolled up his trousers and saw that his calves were covered with a thick layer of cracked dead skin, like the remains of an insect that had emerged from its cocoon.

As soon as he tore it open, he saw that the originally atrophied and skinny left leg had regained its vitality. The skin was pink, smooth and hairless, and the muscles were as strong as iron!

Alas!

Watson howled with excitement, immediately turned over and jumped off the bed. The moment his feet hit the ground, he felt the long-lost flexibility and strength, and excitedly performed a Bruce Lee-style triple kick, making a rustling sound in his legs!

"More than just recovery, this is simply better than the previous state!"

Watson now only feels extremely energetic, and there seems to be endless energy in his body. This can be said to be his most peak state since time travel.

The surprise didn't end there. After this intense exercise, Watson didn't feel the pull on his fractured left arm at all. Apparently, even the new injury had healed as well!

"Great!"

Watson cheered in his heart and raised his left arm high, wanting to smash the obstructive plaster bandage directly, but the next moment he gently put it down.

"No, I can't just expose the fact that I have recovered."

"The bones that were broken yesterday were completely healed after just one night... This is obviously beyond human recovery capabilities."

"If this spreads out and others associate it with the insect monster Lance, no one will guess that I have quietly come into contact with the taboo Sichen Realm."

"And judging from Elson's last words before his death, it seems that the Anti-Suppression Bureau also has the ability to track what happens in Mansu... If they learn that I secretly entered Sichen's Mansu and defended myself from being killed, It’s not a good thing for me.”

Watson picked up the shed skin that was scattered on the ground like broken pieces of glass, crushed it into powder, and drained it into the sewer with a clatter of the toilet.

He lay back on the hospital bed and covered his recovering left leg with a sheet.

"I have to continue to pretend that my injury has not healed in order to avoid the eyes of the anti-suppression bureau, and I must not leak any clues."

Watson tried to suppress his restless heart and calm his mind. The obscure scriptures were swirling in his skull like primitive hieroglyphs.

He clearly remembered that he once sang this sutra loudly in the forest. At that time, the true meaning of the sutra flowed into his heart in an incredible way. However, when he woke up from the dream and returned to the present world, he forgot the true meaning of the sutra again.

It was as if there was an invisible shackle strengthening the scriptures, preventing him from using human perception and rational thinking to analyze the true meaning of the scriptures, and preventing him from seeking the mysterious power contained in the secret transmission.

"But if I haven't obtained the supernatural powers in the secret scriptures, what is the reason for my injuries to be fully restored..." Watson recalled the experience in the dream and suddenly realized, "Moth! It's a moth, that fat and white one." Big cockroach!"

Watson suddenly thought of what Si Chen Zhizhong said about the three outsider gods in the dark woodland, one of whom was named Moth!

"Could it be that the person I met was Si Chen Fei Moth..."

Watson is not sure, but he thinks that the fat moth should be at least something closely related to the Sichen moth, perhaps a subordinate of the moth? Just like the elixir-refining fairy boy under Laojun's seat in Tushita Palace.

This doubt was destined to be unsolved, so Watson stopped thinking about it and lay quietly on the bed waiting for daylight to fall.

In the following days, just rest well as Holmes said, and continue to play the lame detective assistant. Anyway, he has been lame for more than half a year, and now he is very good at playing the lame man, with almost no flaws.

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In the morning, little Stanford came over to greet him as usual. Fortunately, he was covered with plaster, so he didn't notice that his friend's injury had recovered.

The ward where Watson is located can be said to be a VIP in the Royal Free Hospital, equipped with an exclusive young and beautiful nurse.

When it was meal time, the nurse with blond hair and big waves walked in with graceful steps carrying a nutritious breakfast.

She placed the dinner plate on the cabinet in front of the hospital bed. She saw that the patient was bedridden and had difficulty moving and needed to be fed.

"Mr. Watson, ah——"

The female nurse scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal and bent down, opening her small cherry mouth to signal the patient to open her mouth so that she could feed him.

She was wearing a V-neck silk shirt, and when she leaned over, she could see the deep ravine between the collars.

At the right time, a breeze came outside the window, and her golden hair, which was fragrant like camellias, fluttered in the wind, gently caressing Watson's face.

When Watson witnessed this scene, not only his face was itchy, but his heart seemed to be itching as well.

He suddenly felt that his mouth was dry, and some idea was about to come to his mind. His right hand seemed to be independent from the control of his brain, and he followed his instinct and reached into the sheets and towards the crotch of the hospital gown...

The female nurse quietly noticed the patient's behavior, and a faint blush appeared on her beautiful face, as bright as spring.

Watson smiled slightly, took out his belt cord, and said, "Please tie up your hair, it will affect my eating."

The blush on the nurse's cheeks became even more intense, like plump peaches ripe for picking. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of what she had just thought, and she almost wronged the gentleman in front of her.

Watson regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, but not because he seemed to have missed out on a romantic marriage, but because he was upset that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

He has always been cautious in his words and deeds, and does not easily reveal his true feelings. Such unabashed behavior is very different from his past personality.

Watson pretended to put his hands behind his head and touched the bald scalp. It was the gap where he lost control and tore off the hair before going to bed. It seemed that the self-control barrier of the conscious superego also cracked and created a gap.

He recalled the words of Ms. Long, an agent of the Anti-Suppression Bureau - evil taboo knowledge will drive those who see it and those who hear it crazy...

"Am I inevitably influenced by the moth's knowledge?"

Watson became more and more aware of the dangers of Si Chen's secret transmission. Even the mind of the practitioner would change subtly... But there was nothing he could do about it. People always have to bear the consequences of their choices. Now that they have chosen to embark on this journey, It’s a mysterious and treacherous road, so you can’t complain.

Moreover, compared with the reward of recovering from the pain, and compared with Lance losing his mind and transforming into a bug monster, the cost of this mere change in temperament is so slight that it is almost negligible.

Watson was hospitalized for three days in a row. During this period, he kept trying to decipher the scriptures in his skull, referring to the hieroglyphic translation guide he asked Stanford to find, but he could never get started.

He couldn't even walk on the forest road anymore. He tried to pluck out a hair, cut off a strand of hair, and pulled off a bunch of hair before going to bed... He couldn't sleep for three consecutive nights.

It seemed that after that night, the door to the mysterious world was tightly closed to him again, with seals affixed, door seams welded, cement poured... in short, it was closed tightly.

Instead, I dreamed about a dream that had not reappeared for a long time - a dark night, a silent room, a cold heart, hot blood, a young figure in a pool of blood and a buzzing siren.

This made Watson feel extremely irritable. He could not suppress the excitement in his heart, and a vague melancholy captured him.

He is eager to look forward to, eager to experience, eager to experience new, unknown, exciting and dangerous things, eager to release the beast within.

With active appeal, Watson was discharged from the hospital early.

Whenever the code of the (cross out) moth emerges, I gain energy!

Watson【Injury】→【Health】

PS: Judging from the fact that the promotion of [Skill: Perfect Physique] requires the use of heart, cup, and moth secrets, the moth must have the effect of strengthening the body.