Buddhist Evil Wife

"Who?" Yin Jitian was startled and stood up abruptly.

His sharp eyes quickly scanned the room for a week, but there was no one else in the room except him and Bei Ming.

Bei Ming was startled for a moment, then, with a flash of his figure, he quickly wrapped Yin Jitian in his arms.

His sharp eyes swept across every corner of the room, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual in the room, he asked in doubt, "What's wrong?"

Yin Jitian was taken aback, and said honestly: "Someone was speaking in my mind just now, probably someone is transmitting the sound to me!"

That voice was not malicious, it shouldn't hurt him!

Beiming's eyebrows moved, and he looked around warily and asked, "What did the other party say?"

Yin Jitian frowned, waited for a while and didn't hear that person speak again, then looked up at Beiming.

Noticing that his face was getting paler, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his thin lips lost their original color. However, his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he was afraid that someone would hurt the treasure in his arms, and he held him tightly with one hand. in my arms.

Yin Jitian was slightly taken aback, thinking it was better not to tell him that someone wanted to rob him of his 'wife', so as not to irritate his body again.

"I only said one sentence, but I didn't notice what the other party said. The other party didn't seem to be malicious. Uh, I was just startled by the sudden voice before, so the reaction was so big!"

Yin Jitian felt that the voice before was just a sound transmission from thousands of miles away, but who could it be?

He pushed away the arms wrapped around his waist without any trace, and sat back on his seat.

Bei Ming half-closed his eyes to look at him, sat down beside Yin Jitian, pulled out a white silk from his sleeve, and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, then crossed his legs and began to meditate to recover vitality.

Yin Jitian no longer fretted over the fact that someone was talking in his head, picked up the teacup on the table, and while drinking the tea, looked at Beiming. His face was handsome, sharp-edged, with sword-shaped eyebrows, high bridge of nose, and thin lips lightly pursed , now he doesn't look feminine at all, on the contrary, his whole body exudes a powerful aura that cannot be ignored.

If it weren't for his frail body now, I am afraid that after a hundred years, he would be the first No.1 to enter the Mahayana realm.

pity!What a pity!

He didn't know what kind of disease Beiming was suffering from. In the world of comprehension where spiritual herbs and fairy medicines can be seen everywhere, he couldn't find any panacea to cure him.

Yin Jitian felt that Beiming would not finish his meditation so soon, so he put down his teacup and got up to check his body, but he didn't feel that he was any different from before.

He tried to calm down and listen to the voices outside, all kinds of voices quickly penetrated into his ears, suddenly, he seemed to be in a vegetable market, surrounded by noise and excitement.

Yin Jitian couldn't help feeling delighted, but it was only a momentary thing, after all, eavesdropping on other people's words didn't make much sense, especially in the world of comprehension where the strong are respected, the ability to protect oneself is the real skill.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, and then, when he thought of something, joy flooded his face again.

Since he can hear the voices of people in the distance, his body must be different from ordinary people.

Yin Jitian hurriedly searched Shantideva's memory, but besides practicing daily, Shantide still practiced, and did not do anything different from ordinary people.

He thought for a while, then imitated Bei Ming and put his legs back on the chair to meditate, and began to practice according to Shantideva's memory.

Every cultivator in the cultivation world absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and transfers it to his dantian to become his own when he practices.

However, after the cup of tea passed, Yin Jitian didn't feel any changes in his dantian except he could feel that he had absorbed the spiritual energy.

but……

Yin Jitian opened his eyes suddenly, and raised his hand to touch the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows!