The old man put forward his idea, Jones and the city lord fell silent, thinking about the feasibility of the method, while Simon had no idea and could only wait anxiously.
"Maybe we can try it. This is the only way now." Jones said after thinking.
"Yes, let's treat a dead horse as a living doctor. You have to try it no matter what. You can't just watch the child die." The city lord continued.
"Simon, what about you? What do you say? After all, he is your child." Mr. Long looked at Simon and asked.
"It all depends on Uncle Long." Simon has pinned his last hope on Uncle Long.
"Okay, I'll give it a try. Whether it succeeds or not depends on fate."
As he spoke, Mr. Long walked up to the sleeping child and stretched out his red right hand from his clothes. The bright red color was like blood, staining the entire forearm.
The old man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and saw his right hand making a fist. The red color quickly receded, and a ghost appeared behind the old man. The ghost looked exactly like the old man, taller, and the overall color was as red as blood.
His face was expressionless, but when he saw the ghost's eyes, he felt like he was falling into an ice cave. Those eyes were cold-blooded, ruthless, and full of indifference to life. After the ghost appeared briefly, it possessed the old man.
On the body, the old man slowly opened his eyes. The originally black eyes had turned red, as bright red as ghosts and gods.
The old man put his right hand on the child and stood there motionless. Everyone held their breath and gathered around to prevent others from disturbing them and at the same time, they could better observe the situation of the two people.
Time passed like this minute by minute, one hour; three hours; five hours...
Everyone was waiting anxiously.
Finally, after 8 hours passed, the old man finally moved. The old man slowly took his hand away, and his right hand turned bright red again. The old man took a deep breath, sat down on the sofa tiredly, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
Everyone saw that the old man seemed to have no intention of speaking, so they focused their attention on the child. After careful observation, they found that the child's heartbeat was not very strong, but there was no sign of weakening. It seemed that the old man had succeeded. The three anxiously waiting people finally
He breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and Simon just hugged the child and sat aside and watched non-stop.
The whole process was long and arduous. The old man needed to accurately control his ghosts and gods to enter the child's brain, and separate the two merging souls bit by bit. After more than 5 hours of separation, he successfully extracted that part of the pure soul.
power, and then raise a thought in the child's brain to merge into ghosts and gods. The whole process is easy to say, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. As long as there is a slight mistake, the child's brain will be completely scrapped and he will become an idiot.
After another half hour, the old man took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the child, and then at the three smiling people, and frowned slightly.
The city lord saw his frowning father and asked, "Why, isn't it going well? Are there any other problems?"
When Simon saw the old man frowning and heard the city lord's question, he immediately brought the child over to him.
"There is nothing wrong with the child's health for the time being," the old man replied.
The three of them let out a sigh of relief.
"but……"
The three of them immediately looked at the old man again.
"how to say……"
"You should tell me quickly." Simon was already at a loss what the old man said. There was no hope at first, but the old man miraculously cured him. He was just happy for half an hour but something went wrong again. No one can fix it.
ah.
"I'll explain it to you from the beginning. You listen slowly." The three people immediately gathered around the old man and listened to his explanation.
"At first, when I used the pure soul power of separation of ghosts and gods, I had a little trouble in order not to hurt the child's own soul. But when I tried to separate a trace of thought, the problem arose. The child had just been born.
, there is no difference at all in the thoughts in the head, they are completely integrated. You should know that the number of thoughts a person has is basically determined at birth. Although it will increase with age, it is very limited. People pass the day after tomorrow.
In learning and living, thoughts are gradually divided to create differences. Different perceptions of things, emotions and feelings in life will separate thoughts. The Ghost Swordsman cultivates by separating the evil in them, and the cultivation of the Saint Palace also involves reducing the thoughts.
The separation of thoughts creates power through a single thought. The more simple thoughts, the stronger the power. Although they call this faith, right? Simon." The old man looked at Jones, and everyone also looked at Jones.
"Almost yes, but not entirely. Thoughts are the foundation. What I practice is belief in the Holy Light. The power of the Holy Light is generated in the thoughts and gathered in the core of the heart. When I was very young, in addition to exercising, there are many things in my life.
Only the Holy Light did not start learning other things until we were 15 years old. The teacher said that this is to allow us to have pure faith, that is, chanting. After the age of 15, chanting will basically be finalized. The more pure chanting can be accumulated before the age of 15, the later stage
The higher your growth, but the prerequisite is that you can generate the power of faith in your thoughts, which is also the threshold for entering the Hall of Saints," Jones explained.
"That's the problem. Nian is divided through acquired learning and life, but this child's Nian is completely undivided, and there is no way to separate it. In the end, I had no choice but to use all Nian to fuse the soul.
.This may cause the child to be an idiot, but you can’t say for sure, because no one has encountered this situation.” Hearing this, everyone was shocked, this is an unheard of thing.
"This is not the worst result. Ghosts and gods form very quickly. I thought that undivided thoughts cannot form conscious ghosts and gods, but I was wrong. As soon as this ghost and god was formed, it escaped my control and disappeared instantly. I used
I spent a lot of time searching for the formed ghosts and gods, and finally found that the ghosts and gods entered the heart. Simon, you have also tried to practice. You should know that the foundation of practice is to form the core of the heart. It is difficult to say how this will affect the child's practice. It is difficult for me to foresee this child.
The future and the current situation are completely out of my control, I'm sorry Simon." At this point, everyone fell silent and looked at the child in Simon's arms.
Simon looked down at the child, listened to the child's even breathing, and finally said with a smile: "Uncle Long, thank you. Without you, the child would have gone to see his grandma now. I am very satisfied with the current result. As for
Just leave this kid to his fate no matter what. Thank you, Uncle Long."
Simon held the child and knelt down beside Uncle Long, kowtowed to the old man, then got up and prepared to leave, because after such a long time, it was already noon the next day. Simon thought of his wife at home and couldn't see himself
The wife and the child didn't know what she was doing now. After saying goodbye to everyone, she hugged the child and walked towards the main door.
"Simon, the child hasn't been named yet, right?" the old man asked suddenly, looking at Simon's back.
"Yeah." Simon turned around, looked at the old man in confusion and replied, "Everything was too rushed, and it didn't come in a hurry."
"Can you let me name the child?" the old man asked again.
"That's his honor." Simon smiled.
"Then let's call him Lester Bister, which means he is a gift from God to us."
"Thank you, Uncle Long." Simon knelt down and kowtowed to the old man again.
In this era, a surname is not important, but having a surname from a big family is a symbol, a symbol of being a member of the family, and a symbol of being protected by the family. Simon also had such treatment and was given to the Lester family
This means that although he has no blood relationship with the family, he is an important person in the family. Of course, few commoners can get the surname of a big family.
The old man’s surname of the child Lester tells Simon that the family will take care of and help this child. It also gives Simon a promise. Many years later, the old man will be pleasantly surprised by his decision.
When I got home, I saw my wife who was anxious on the bed and walked over silently with her baby in her arms. At this time, the baby was also hungry and started to cry. The wife quickly took the baby and fed it. While feeding the baby, she stared at her husband and said
"You took the child outside just after he was born. Where did he go that night? If there is something wrong with the child, I want you to watch it."
"You calm down the child first, and we'll talk later." Simon looked at the child and wife, sighed, and walked out of the room.
The wife also noticed that something was wrong with her husband. She did not ask questions but concentrated on raising the child. Half an hour later, the child fell asleep again. Simon told Lux what happened yesterday. Lux never stopped listening to what happened to her child.
In the end, the only sounds left in the room were the sound of the child's breathing and the couple's cries.
Returning to the manor again, the old man, the city lord and Jones all stayed up all night because of Simon's matter, and the originally planned cocktail party was also postponed.
In the room of the castellan's wife, Oliver Angela, the castellan held his wife's hand and looked at his daughter in the crib beside him, his heart filled with happiness.
"What's wrong? I feel like you are different today than before." Angela looked at the city lord and asked.
"It's nothing, I just think of Simon and feel happier." The city lord replied.
"Simon is so pitiful. His mother died not long ago and the child is like this."
"So I feel very happy now, with you by my side."
"When will my son come back?" Angela looked at her daughter and thought of her grown-up son.
"Who knows where that bastard has gone? I won't talk about him today." The city lord seemed reluctant to mention this son who was causing him a headache.
"Give your daughter a name." Angela said
"Father has already thought about it. Call him Alice." The city lord returned.
"It's a nice name. I see you feel very tired. Go and take a rest." Angela looked at her tired husband.
"I'm not tired. Looking at you makes me feel that everything in life is worth it."