After reciting the mantra of rebirth, Mo Yan stood up straight and slowly withdrew his hands.

Seeing this, the medical staff next to him immediately came up to work with Mo Yan to carry the body onto a stretcher.

No one, including the traffic police around, noticed that the moment Mo Yan raised his hands, two white light spots that were hard to see from the naked eye escaped from the forehead of the body and quickly penetrated into his palm.

After two white lights entered the palm of the palm, they walked along the meridians and soon arrived at the Guanyuan point three inches below the navel. Here, in Taoist terms, it is the Dantian. Mo Yan's Dantian is not empty, a ball of white light is floating in it, like a rhythmic rhythm of the heart. After the two white lights entered the Dantian, they rotated around the light ball. After a while, the slightly larger light spots suddenly entered the light ball, while the slightly smaller light spots shattered like bubbles, and then dissipated invisible.

After receiving the light spot, the white light ball suddenly condensed but then began to condense continuously, gradually shrinking from the previous size of the pigeon egg to the size of the fingertips. And the color is also constantly changing, with blue hair blue, and then turning from blue to yellow, gradually turning into golden yellow. When you look suddenly, it seems like there is a golden soybean in the dantian...

"Seventy-seventy-nine, it's really indispensable, and there's nothing more." Mo Yan noticed the invisible light spot in his dantian and sighed secretly.

He knew in his heart that if there were no accidents, this would be his last mission in Cihe Hospital.

Thinking of this, for a moment, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart...

Mo Yan was very weak when he was a child. When he was three years old, his mother died of illness again. Without careful care, he was as thin as a bean sprout.

His father was too busy with work, and after the funeral, he sent him to the place where Mo Yan's grandfather lived. Ironically, his grandfather was even busier in work, and Mo Yan would never have more than ten days to see him. Fortunately, there was a nanny in the Mo family, and there was more than one. Mo Yan followed the nanny, and at least he could ensure that he had enough food every day and had enough nutrition.

But even so, Mo Yan's body failed to become stronger. He still swam around the big yard every day like a bean sprout.

The yard was very big. Although there was a hostess, it was the reincarnation of Old Man Mo. She had her own son and grandson. She didn't like Mo Yan, who was like bean sprouts.

Mo Yan doesn't like her either, and even his father and grandfather rarely give him a good face.

At that time, Mo Yan was a very withdrawn and stubborn little brat.

Moreover, he is very good at causing trouble.

He was born with a big heart, not only brave, but also curious. When he was three and a half years old, he wandered around the big courtyard, cellars, attics, utility rooms, and nowhere he dared to go. When he was five years old, the gate could no longer stop him... His highest record was that he was wandering outside for a day and a night at the age of five, scaring his nominal grandmother to death. No matter what, Mo Yan was still known as the eldest son of the house and the grandson. If there was an accident, Old Man Mo would definitely not give her a good face.

Mo Yan didn't like that courtyard, so he ran out, but his body was really bad. Every time he wandered back, he would get sick for a few days.

Until one day, an old man who looked very similar to Old Man Mo, but older, walked into the courtyard and changed his fate.

The old man's surname is Mo, and he is Old Man Mo's cousin.

The old man entered the courtyard and said nothing. After handing over a letter from Old Man Mo to the hostess, he took Mo Yan away.

Mo Yan didn't want to do it at first, but the old man said: Come with me, there is a big village there, with mountains behind the village and wolves in the mountains. From then on, you can run or play whatever you want.

So, Mo Yan, who yearned for freedom, walked out of the courtyard with the old man without saying a word and never went back.

The old man didn't lie to him. The place they went was indeed a big village, and most of the people there were surnamed Mo.

Mo Yan later found out that this is Mojia Village, where his grandfather grew up.

On the first day of arriving at Mojia Village, the old man took off a strange jade pendant from his neck and then solemnly put it on Mo Yan. He told him that this thing was a treasure passed down from the Mo family, and it was passed down from men but not women, and it also depends on the root and bone. Although your grandfather’s cow is not good, he is not qualified to wear this thing.

Five-year-old Mo Yan didn't understand these things and didn't want to figure them out. After coming to this village, he was crazy with those dolls as big as him every day. The old man didn't care much about him, neither forcing him to read the word, nor forcing him to learn the formulas of one apple and three apples equal to several apples...

However, when Mo Yan put on the strange-textured jade pendant, some things were destined to happen.

The first year in Mojia Village was the happiest time in his memory, but when he was six years old, he suddenly realized that he could no longer feel that simple happiness.

The happiness actually didn't slip away, but when he grew up, he suddenly got tired of mingling with the little kids all day long.

During this year, he had never been sick, his health was getting better and better, and he was as strong as a calf.

Moreover, he found that he was getting smarter and smarter, and he could get the third-grade arithmetic questions that were very troubled by Ergou next door. He could only take a look at them and get the accurate answers. This surprised him. At the age of six, he had never been to school for one day at all. He just followed Ergou next door to spend several classes in the village elementary school when he was bored. However, the formulas that were once no different from the Heavenly Book suddenly became clear and clear, and the numbers seemed to be like dogs in the village, sticking to you, pleasing you, and wandering around you, and not even kicking you...

The whole world seemed to become clear overnight, and the six-year-old Mo Yan also grew up overnight.

His intelligence is not only sensitive to numbers, but also his understanding of things is far beyond the level that a six-year-old should have.

Mo Yan knew that there must be a reason for this. Whether it is physical changes or changes in the head, there is a reason for this.

He first thought of the jade pendant with a strange texture, and secondly, the old man.

So he ran to ask the old man, but the old man said: "Baby, you are six years old and you have to go to school tomorrow." From now on, you go to school every day, and after school, you will follow the old man to practice standing and breathing. When this time next year, if you still want to know the answer, come and ask me again."

So, Mo Yan transformed into the most awesome student child in Mojia Village.

Elementary school courses were not a problem for him. In more than half a year, he completed all the courses in the fifth grade, and then followed the old man to practice boxing every day, practicing the breathing technique he passed down from the Mo family, and was no longer as naughty as before.

When he was seven years old, he asked about the old man again.

The old man sighed and told him: My child, this jade pendant on you has a big mystery. Wearing it can not only regulate your body, but also make people smart. Of course, this also varies from person to person. At least before me, your grandfather and great-grandfather had worn it, but it should be a farmer or a farmer, a teacher or a teacher, and it did not show any specialness. It was not until I was eight years old that your grandfather passed it to me that this thing showed some strangeness. And when I was twenty-three years old,

I often hear it talking to me in my sleep. Unfortunately, I have been listening for most of my life, but I don’t understand a single word. To be honest, I am really unwilling to accept it. I spent most of my life on this jade pendant just to figure out what it is. But when I get old, I may not be able to see the sun tomorrow. So, kid, I will leave this thing to you. If you understand it one day, don’t forget to burn incense for me. If you don’t understand it, then find a kid with bones and pass it on...

The old man said it all for two or three hours, which sounded very fantastic, but to sum it up, it was actually the above paragraph.

But this is enough for Mo Yan, who is extremely curious.

"There are always gains and losses in the world. Gain and losses after gains and losses may not necessarily make people happy, but losses after gains and gains may not make people happy... Old man, you must have never imagined that on the night you were buried, I would unravel the secret of this jade pendant? Look, if you stay in this world and don't leave, I'm afraid I will be as depressed as you for the rest of my life."

Standing in front of the window, Mo Yan sighed softly, with endless longing in his eyes.

When he was eight years old, Mo Yan's body did not change much. Except for being a little taller, his physical fitness was just slightly better than that of ordinary people.

But his mind was getting better and better, and his understanding of things became clearer and clearer. In his sleep, he could vaguely hear melodious but intermittent chants...
Chapter completed!