Comprehension era

But after he practiced for a short while, he realized...something was wrong.

According to the records in "Tao Fa", once the aura of heaven and earth is sensed, it will flow into the body in an endless stream, and most of the homework in cultivation lies in how to polish the body so that it can adapt to the impact of this aura.

But Dong Canghai discovered that the aura of heaven and earth was indeed sensed, but... very, very thinly, and very, very little.

He doesn't even have the fineness of a strand of hair, and if he inhales into his dantian, it can be described as a drop in the ocean, which is better than nothing.

Dong Canghai thought that his method was wrong, so he read the book carefully again, and felt patiently again.

This time, even the hair-thin aura is gone, and the surrounding space can be said to be dead silent, with no aura at all.

After trying it several times, Dong Canghai sighed. He remembered that the snake demon had said before he died: the aura in this place is thin, you must not know how to cultivate, I can help you...

From this point of view, this "Tao Fa" is simply useless, no wonder Mo Zhihuan threw it carelessly in the drawer.

Dong Canghai simply skipped this paragraph and turned directly to the magic skills at the back.

The fire bomb technique and the ice cone technique require at least the sixth level of qi training to be able to use them, while other invisibility techniques, blinding eyes, and ground shrinking techniques also require the third level of qi training. When used, it consumes a lot of mana.

Dong Canghai now understands why Mo Zhihuan chose to practice the mind-confusing technique, which only requires the second level of Qi training, and does not consume a lot of mana.

In Mo Zhihuan's words, on this earth where spiritual energy is thin... what else can one use besides deceiving one's mind?

Dong Canghai who understood this was a little depressed, it was like being in a treasure trove full of gold, but he didn't have the energy to move them at all.

After flipping through the books, Dong Canghai found that in his current situation, there was only one spell that he could barely use.

Celestial Eye.

I can see the level of cultivation of monks of the same level and lower level as myself, and I can also detect high-level monks and feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, but it is not good for those who are too much higher than myself.

Although this kind of celestial eye technique is almost useless, because of Dong Canghai's curiosity, he still plans to practice it to see what is around.

He practiced this little spell once or twice according to the content in "Tao Fa", and just when he had some experience and was about to get more familiar with it, he heard a bang outside.

Dong Canghai rushed out in one stride, and saw grandma lying on the ground.

The hospital was very noisy, Dong Canghai sat outside the intensive care unit, watching the patients coming and going in the hospital, his head was in a mess.

He had just begged the doctor to save his grandma, but the doctor could only shake his head feebly.

Cerebral congestion is not a serious matter. If the old lady is young, it can be solved easily, but she is too old, and there is no other way but to wait for death.

Grandma is still in the ward with a tube inserted into her body, and under the oxygen mask is a wrinkled face.

It looks a little scary, and anyone whose life is passing will look a little scary.

Dong Canghai laid his hands on the glass window of the ICU ward, feeling an unprecedented desire to keep grandma.

This is his only relative in this world, and he doesn't want her to leave, even if she is demented, he doesn't want her to leave.

But modern medical technology has no way to save a person who is aging to the end of his life.

The hands on the glass window of the ICU ward were tightly clenched together and clenched into fists.After a while, the owner of these hands seemed to remember something, jumped up and ran towards the outside of the hospital.

Dong Canghai wanted to find the person who sold him the talisman. Since that person could have the frozen talisman to subdue the snake demon, he must have a way to save grandma's life.

Dong Canghai ran very fast, the park where the talisman seller was located was not far from the hospital, and he quickly found the middle-aged man.

Dong Canghai ran in front of the middle-aged man, his voice trembling: "Master, master, my grandma is dying, please save her! Save her!"

The middle-aged man recognized Dong Canghai, he adjusted his glasses, and asked slowly: "Young man, what's wrong with your grandma?"

Dong Canghai briefly talked about grandma's situation in a vague way, and pleaded again: "I know you have great supernatural powers. The talisman you sold me last time saved my life, and this time it will definitely be able to..."

The middle-aged man interrupted Dong Canghai's words with a trace of sarcasm in his voice: "Life, old age, sickness and death, that's how people are... How can anyone live forever?"

Dong Canghai couldn't speak, the middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "I don't have that ability, and I didn't make that talisman either. I got that talisman by accident, I just saw that the talisman is not Average, so I sold it at a high price..."

Dong Canghai didn't believe it, and the middle-aged man sighed: "Isn't that how people are? Look at it, maybe there are people in this world who can bring death back to life and escape the cycle of life and death. But it's not us, we are ordinary people, I don’t have that ability, I can only live like this and wait to die.”

Dong Canghai didn't believe it, he condensed the true energy in his dantian, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with the Sky Eye technique he had just learned.

Middle-aged people are indeed different from other people around them, but only a little different.The fluctuation of spiritual power on his body was so weak that it was almost non-existent. If Dong Canghai hadn't stared at him hard, he really wouldn't be able to see anything.

Dong Canghai was so sad that he couldn't speak, this middle-aged man's cultivation level was worse than his own, and it seemed that he had only practiced martial arts all year round to make his body stronger.

The middle-aged man continued: "Young man, if I really had that ability, would I still be sitting here when I'm old?"

Dong Canghai was silent and speechless, he pursed his lips, and after a while, he finally turned around slowly and walked towards the hospital.

When Dong Canghai returned to the hospital, the doctors had completely given up on treatment, and they let Dong Canghai in to accompany the old man through his last days.

Grandma Dong has been transferred to the general ward, and Dong Canghai is sitting at the head of grandma's bed, holding her skinny hands.

"Grandma..." Dong Canghai whispered.

Grandma Dong remained motionless, with her eyes slightly closed. Although she was still breathing and her heart was beating, she was no different from a dead person.

Dong Canghai felt sad. He recalled when he was young, when his grandma was still in good health and could lift himself up high.But time flies, and in the blink of an eye, life comes to an end.

In the middle of the night, Grandma Dong suddenly opened her eyes and pulled Dong Canghai's hand. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just reached out and touched her grandson, then closed her eyes.

Dong Canghai didn't realize it at first, he waited for a while before he realized that grandma was gone.

The old man in front of him had no heartbeat or breath, and was as old as a dead tree bark, truly reaching the end of his life.

"Grandma!!" Dong Canghai burst into tears.

The nurse came over quickly and called the doctor to deal with everything here. Dong Canghai watched numbly as the old man was pushed into the morgue and the doctor signed the death certificate.

He was clutching his grandma's death certificate, and for the first time was afraid of the journey that could not be changed and ended in death.