Ling Ye had already rushed into the bathroom... He also smelled the stench on his body... But this was not because he was not paying attention to hygiene, but because of his cultivation...

Induce gas into the body and wash the meridians and tunnels, impurities in the body will inevitably be discharged.

Yes, after just four hours of meditation, Ling Ye successfully lured the energy into his body.

If this speed is transmitted to the Taoist sect... no, not only the Taoist sect, but also the Buddhist sects and other cultivation sects will be inexplicably surprised.

However, Ling Ye did not go home so quickly because of this reason...

It's because, if the old monk said everything is true, then in another hour, his head should hurt.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, took a shower, washed my clothes and dried them, and Grandma Ling's breakfast was also ready.

Ling Ye ate more than usual. After eating, he didn't clean up and went back to the room and closed the door.

Grandma Ling was stunned for a moment, then she thought of it, her hands holding the bowls and chopsticks trembled involuntarily...

Eleven years ago, the scene when Ling Ye rolled on the ground in pain, the old man still remembered it fresh.

After sending the dishes into the stove, Grandma Ling walked to the window outside Lingye's bedroom and looked inside...

Sure enough, Ling Ye was lying on the bed, holding his head with his hands... His face, which had not yet taken off his childishness, had turned red and looked a little ferocious.

Outside the window, Grandma Ling suddenly knelt on her knees, folded her hands together, muttering words, tears on her face soon wet her clothes on her chest.

Although the old monk said that a headache would not kill Ling Ye's life, Grandma Ling couldn't help but raise her head and shout: "The compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva is revealed... Save my grandson, he is still a child..."

Ling Ye rolled on the bed for nearly an hour, and Grandma Ling knelt outside his window for almost half an hour. In the end, she couldn't hold on and collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

Feeling the pain slightly relieved, Ling Ye immediately jumped out of bed, didn't even wear shoes, and rushed out of the door.

He picked up Grandma Ling from the ground, Ling Ye's steps were a little staggering... He wanted to leave, but he seemed to be unable to walk, but he wanted to stand, but he couldn't stand...

Holding Grandma Ling in her arms, Ling Ye buried her head between Grandma Ling's shoulders, shivering all over her body, and clenched her fists...

After all, he was a child who was still in high school. His headache had not stopped completely. He did not dare to exert force on Grandma Ling's thin body. Ling Ye could only pinch his palms with his fingernails.

This scene happened to be seen by a neighbor passing by his door. The neighbor asked, "Yewazi, what's wrong with you... What's going on with your grandma?"

Holding grandma, Ling Ye turned his head slightly with beans of sweat on his face, and said, "Grandpa Zhang, my grandma, grandma, she fainted..."

The neighbor, Grandpa Zhang, was in a loud voice: "What, your grandma fainted? Why are you still standing there? Take her into the house!"

Ling Ye frowned... He thought too, but he was powerless, and he really couldn't do it...

His head hurts so much. If it weren't for pinching his nails into the flesh and stimulating the Qingming Festival in Lingtai, he might not be able to hug Grandma Ling at this moment.

"I, I have a headache and can't stand... Grandpa Zhang, can I help me?" Ling Ye, who was shaking, felt that he couldn't hold on.

It was completely a subconscious reaction, and moved Grandma Ling's head a little more to his chest... I was afraid that it would hurt Grandma Ling's head after falling down.

After saying that sentence and doing that action, Ling Ye fainted.

When he woke up, Ling Ye found him lying on the bed, outside the door, with a very noisy sound, and many people gathered.

Through the sound, Ling Ye judged that most of those were elderly people from the same village.

The neighbors' grandparents came to flee and should go out to say hello. But after raising their eyelids for a long time, Ling Ye found it was powerless to open them.

Suddenly, Grandpa Zhang's loud voice sounded: "If I go slower, the old and the young will fall to the ground... If something really happens, I'll say you two..."

"Uncle Zhang, we have no way... if we don't go out to work, we can't live at home..." It was her mother Wang Ru who was answering the conversation.

Just now, he had a loud voice. When he heard Wang Ru's words, Mr. Zhang immediately became angry: "You two are working? Ask these people in the house, whose son and daughter-in-law are not working outside? Who is like you who don't go home during the Chinese New Year? Throw a baby to the old one and never come back for two years. Are you poisonous snake hearts? If I hadn't happened to go here today, you would have seen two corpses when you came back!"

"Uncle Zhang, I was wrong..." This sentence was said by Ling Ye's father Ling Fude with careful advice.

"You old man, why are you so ugly?" An old lady from Zhuangzi Dongtou probably thought Mr. Zhang was too direct and interrupted, "It's not easy for Defu couples, and they sent a lot of money... You don't know what their family matters... It's difficult for them. I guess they still can't make up their minds until now..."

Uncle Zhang was obviously angry: "It's so hard! Ye Wazi has no shadow under the sun, and she still has doctors, experts, science all day long... I believe that Ye Wazi died when she was seven years old! After suffering a loss once, she still can't tell the difference, she is a fool! I have lived in my seventies and have never seen anyone. There is such a mother in the world, I am!"

With this roar, everyone in the room was quiet...

Ling Ye was a little confused... Why didn't he noticed before? He had no shadow under the sun? It is said that "ghost" has no shadow. If he lacks a life soul, is it the same as a ghost?

Without a shadow, it seems that it is no big deal, but it is a very interesting thing... At this moment, Ling Ye thought of a good idea to scare the bad friends in the school.

Outside the door, after a long quiet time, Grandma Ling broke the silence: "Oh... Actually, we can't blame them. Whoever raises a son doesn't know it hurts? They are just afraid that Xiaoye won't get into college and there will be no way out in the future."

"You old lady, you are getting back to life! Taking the college entrance exam is more important than life? Well, it's your grandson of the Ling family, I'm meddling in other people's business!"

Uncle Zhang shouted, followed by the sound of the bench rubbing against the concrete floor, followed by another sound of footsteps...

Ling Ye showed a wry smile on his face... If he heard it correctly, Grandpa Zhang should have taken the lead, and the grandparents from the neighbors left one after another.

After a while, Ling Ye heard his little aunt's voice: "Brother, sister-in-law, you have made up your mind this time when you come back..."

Then he heard his father Ling Fude sigh and said, "What else is there to think about now? What the old monk said must be right... I'll take down the canvas bag now..."

Grandma Ling quickly said, "I have taken that canvas bag down and handed it to Xiaoye, and I have told him everything..."

"I told Xiaoye all? Mom, did he have any intense reaction?" Ling Ye's mother Wang Ru asked with concern.

Grandma Ling said: "No... Our Xiaoye is more sensible than you think... Perhaps, he has heard some rumors before..."
Chapter completed!