Chapter 120: Starlight between fingers (below)

Fingers are pressed hard, and you can hold things together, but some things are difficult to hold, such as sand, such as sea breeze, such as sunlight, such as starlight, such as time.
Chen Changsheng spread his fingers and starlight leaked through.
From spring to late autumn, in these countless nights, will the stars falling on him leak like this in the same way?
The beginning of the practice is to light up the life star, and then guide the star light to wash the marrow. In the past countless years, countless practitioners have repeated this process. Those stars that fall from the life star quietly and quietly transform the bodies of the practitioners, from their hair. Nail skin, all the way to skeletal muscles and even organs, never heard of starlight leaking from the surface of the practitioner's body.
The body of the practitioner is not made of glass or water.
Chen Changsheng read through Daozang, and he has never seen a similar example, but he saw a passage in the appendix of the Four Classics, which said a medical case-more than a hundred years ago, a famous southerner inexplicably flared He died. Afterwards, the government and the neighboring sect investigated his cause of death. However, he could not find any clue. He only knew that the man had been washing the heart for 13 years, and he was never successful.
He followed Ji Daoren to study medicine from an early age, paying more attention to the details in the medical case, noting that the author mentioned that the southerner who died in a flash of fire suffered from leaking collapse.
The so-called syndrome of leakage and collapse refers to the lack of blood in the first weather, and even the fear of the wind and the light. What does it have to do with flashovers?
Through this passage, this bizarre medical case, and the strange situation he encountered, Chen Changsheng drew a bold and even ridiculous assumption.
The leaking collapse of the southerner who died from the flash of fire was actually a congenital physique. When he used the starlight to wash his marrow, the starlight falling from the night vault did not transform his hair and skin. It penetrated his skin directly and entered the deepest part of his body.
The man had washed the pith for 13 years, and one can imagine how much starlight was eventually stored in his body. Later, for some reason-some reason that Chen Changsheng had vaguely guessed at this time-those savings had been for many years. Xinghui's star burst out in an instant when the man was unprepared.
At first glance, this kind of reasoning seems a little difficult to understand-why can starlight pass through the skin? But if you think about it carefully, when the practitioners meditate, the roof and the clothes can't isolate the connection between the life star and himself, and can't isolate the starlight. So, why can't the starlight penetrate the skin and directly enter the human body?
And if there is no such possibility at all, why did the sage of the state religion hundreds of years ago so seriously take that medical record in the notes of the sitting photos and the four classics?
The most important reason why Chen Changsheng made such a bold hypothesis is that he encountered many unexplainable problems during his spiritual practice-being able to light up his life star and prove that his consciousness is strong enough, logically speaking The next practice should be a matter of course and taken for granted. Who would have thought that he was forced to stop at the threshold of washing the realm, and it would be half a year after the stop.
Even for the reason that his meridians are different, he cannot wash his marrow like ordinary people, but where did those starlights go? Is it really gone?
No, he doesn't believe it. After so many nights, he had long been skeptical about this. He thought it was unreasonable. If heaven is rewarded, how could there be more diligent people in the world than him? Of course, if Heavenly Dao is really unfair, then he has nothing to say, but at least at this moment, he firmly believes that Yinxing can wash his marrow and he has done at least the first three words.
However, even the strong men of this level, such as the Golden Jade Law, can't feel any fluctuations of the true element in his body. If the starlights drawn by these nights are all in his body, where are they now? How can he find them and start using them?
Just like looking for a life star, if you want to know the state of your body, only you are the best observer.
Chen Changsheng knew what that was.
That is the sitting photo.
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The monk must first light up the life star, then wash the marrow, and then take a self-consideration. This sequence must not go wrong, because once reversed, practitioners are either dead or seriously injured, and there are no exceptions. Countless years ago, there were still some practitioners who tried not to do anything wrong, but now, no one has dared to do such crazy things.
The physical strength of human practitioners is the weakest among the three demons. If you don’t wash your marrow successfully until you cross a certain critical line, make sure that the width and strength of the meridians can accommodate the true flow of stars. Sitting on your own photos and mobilizing the true elements with your consciousness is to find your own way.
The river embankment has not been strengthened, so you want to draw seawater back into the water?
Without thoroughly washing the bones and strengthening every hair and every bone of the body, dare to allow the power of the true element to open up the territory in the body and make great changes?
If you want to sit and take a self-consideration, washing the marrow is the most basic requirement. Chen Changsheng is not a demon clan, he must obey this iron law. If he tries to skip the marrow-washing, directly take a self-consideration according to the knowledge of Daozangli Even if you let him find those starlights hidden somewhere in the body, it will trigger, waiting for him to die on the spot.
If his inference is correct, the Southerner who died in a flashlight in the notes of the Four Classics is obviously so confused that he gave his life.
But if he doesn't sit still and thinks for himself, he can't find the stars that are hidden in his body. He will stay at the juncture of washing his marrow for life, and he can never take a step forward. Isn't that desperate?
This is a dilemma.
Even the one who cherishes time the most, he must inevitably spend a long time thinking, weighing the pros and cons, and hesitating.
It's just that the dynasty test is not far away, and there is really little time left for him.
Heaven, or fate, is really unfair.
His life is really bad, he has more than a hard-to-treat disease, and now it seems that the extremely rare circumstances encountered by practitioners also fell on him.
He was very depressed. At this time, he heard Xuanyuanbo shouting for supper in the distance.
For health reasons, he rarely eats supper, which makes him more depressed.
He did not want to see them, went down the small building, pushed open the new door on the courtyard wall, and walked to the Baicao Garden.
Qiu Lin swayed in the night breeze, and there were lights faintly in the distance.
What exactly do you do? He was still hesitant. Naturally, he remembered the black dragon under the palace and the words he had said before the black dragon.
If you want to live, it seems that you really need to desperately.
Then he remembered that he had promised Black Dragon to watch it, but he never had a chance.
At this moment, he saw the existence of a dark body like a god.
Not the black dragon.
It was the black sheep.
Chen Changsheng was a little surprised. He walked to the black sheep and squatted down, and asked, "Why are you here?"
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(Crazy! After I uploaded the last chapter, I forgot to publish it! I wrote this chapter beyond imagination, I’m proud of it. As a result, I’ll take a look... I! Everyone pay attention, today is two chapters, there is one in front. Chapter, don’t miss it. In addition, I have been entangled with Chen Changsheng’s practice for two days. Today I have discussed and quarreled with my friends. It should be okay, but please learn from me. I write about life in particular, and write about fights. It’s okay, and I really thought too much when I was writing practice. What kind of messy things like self-consistency. Fortunately, from this chapter, the problem will be solved. In other words, I’m not a tyrant? Luck is so good...)
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