After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 53 Red Aura
Huaihua Lane and Laobei Street are not close to each other, and Song Miaozhu ran so far not just to eat and chat.

She also observed the aura on Chen Ma and Chen Shuanghe.

Aunt Chen is fine. She is in good health and doesn't seem to be ill.

Even a little bit of spiritual light can be seen faintly in the hands and arms.

On the contrary, Chen Shuanghe had a gray sick aura on one part of his body.

Although it is not gray-black, it is a medium gray.

"Shuanghe, have you had a physical examination recently?" Song Miaozhu asked.

"Physical examination? You are so young, who would want to have a physical examination?" said Chen Shuanghe.

"Then you should get a physical examination soon!" Song Miaozhu pointed to the area above her right abdomen. "My eyes can see more now. What is this place? You have disease here. It's best to get checked out."

Before Chen Shuanghe could say anything, Chen Ma's expression changed: "Miaozhu, are you sure this is the right place?"

Song Miaozhu nodded.

It seems that Aunt Chen knows something.

"Shuanghe, we'll close the shop tomorrow. I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup!" Mother Chen said, "This is the liver! Your father went there for liver cancer!"

Chen Shuanghe was shocked: "Liver cancer?"

"It's probably not cancer," Song Miaozhu said. "The aura of cancer is extremely gray, almost black. Shuanghe, yours is only a medium gray, so it shouldn't be very serious."

Mother Chen and her daughter Chen Shuanghe finally relaxed a little: "As long as it's not cancer, there's still hope!"

"Even if it's cancer, if you practice cooking well and absorb spiritual energy, you can quickly get rid of the disease and recover." Song Miaozhu said, "I'm moving back to the old house in a few days, so it will be convenient for me to come to the restaurant. I can just help Shuanghe keep an eye on it then."

"Then I'll leave it to you!" Chen's mother sighed, "The spiritual energy is really good! It can even cure cancer. If Shuanghe's father were still alive, maybe he wouldn't have died..."

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Miaozhu left Chenma Restaurant.

But he was not in a hurry to go back to the paper shop. Instead, he rode back to the old house which had not been renovated yet.

There aren't many people around the old house, so the spiritual light spots haven't been absorbed much yet.

Song Miaozhu took out the paper-making materials directly from the Guipu warehouse, sat on the stone bench under the old locust tree, and began to fold golden lotus flowers.

The spiritual light spots were immediately attracted to her, and then broke through the layers one by one and went towards her eyebrows.

After she had folded all the golden lotus flowers in a basket and all the spiritual energy in the vicinity was absorbed, the bean-sized square ball of air in the space between her eyebrows finally turned from virtual to real and became a red square crystal.

Song Miaozhu concentrated on "looking", and it just stood steadily in a corner at the bottom of the space between the eyebrows. She wanted to make it move, but it didn't respond.

What the hell is this?
Ancient books on cultivation say that practitioners draw spiritual energy into their bodies, open up the inner space of Dantian, and based on their spiritual roots, transform the five elements of spiritual energy into their own spiritual power.

This space between the eyebrows is somewhat similar to the space in the dantian, but what is this crystal?
Did she truly succeed in drawing Qi into her body? What about her spiritual power?

As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, a trace of red power appeared in the red square crystal, came out from the space between her eyebrows, flowed from her eyebrows to all parts of her body, and finally returned to her eyebrows and was completely consumed.

After this, Song Miaozhu felt her body felt lighter.

Looking at the bean-sized square crystal in the space between the eyebrows, the red color in it has also become a little lighter.

Song Miaozhu tried to draw out a trace of power again. This time, instead of letting it flow through her body, she channeled it directly to her fingertips, letting it flow out from them. This time, unlike the mysterious perspective she had before, she actually saw the red power with her own eyes.

It was somewhat similar to the aura light spot, but also very different. She could feel that this was a power that was completely under her control.

"This should be spiritual power, right?" Song Miaozhu thought. "Red spiritual power...according to the ancient books, is it fire spiritual power?"

Song Miaozhu shook her head, not feeling it was the case.

Ancient books said that fire spiritual power had a red-hot and jumping feeling, but the spiritual power at her fingertips was gentle and well-behaved.

She casually picked up a piece of paper, and the red spiritual power did not burn it when it touched it.

It's not fire spiritual power.

"Indeed, nowadays even the spiritual energy points that are white with colorful glimmers no longer have the distinction of the five elements of spiritual energy. It is normal that spiritual energy no longer has the distinction of the five elements."

Song Miaozhu didn't dwell on this point anymore. The only thing that made her feel a little regretful was that spiritual power was no longer divided into the five elements. The book "Five Elements Magic" given by Sister Xiangyun would probably become a pile of waste paper.

The spells there can only be performed with the corresponding five elements of spiritual power.

Fortunately, even though the "Five Elements Magic" is useless, there is still the "Paper-folding Secret Art" available!
The Secret Art of Paper-making is not restricted by the five elements of spiritual power, even fire spiritual power can be driven.

Moreover, different spiritual powers can give paper figures different characteristics.

Take the paper-cut servants as an example. The paper servants controlled by the fire spirit will have the ability to not be afraid of fire, and the paper servants controlled by the water spirit will have the ability to not be afraid of water.

Wu Zhuxiang's bamboo paper with a spiritual aura was still on the way, so Song Miaozhu could only try it with ordinary white paper first.

As usual, she first cut out a small paper figure the size of a palm, and then replaced the step of injecting Yin Qi with injecting her red spiritual power.

Using spiritual energy to control paper figures is the true way to unlock the art of paper-cutting into servants.

Paper servants can move freely at any time of day or night, and their spirituality can be cultivated. When the body dies, a new one can be cut out and it will inherit the spirituality of the previous paper man.

Only in this way can it be considered a truly growth-oriented technique.

As soon as the spiritual power was injected, the paper man stood up.

Unlike the previous time when she controlled the Yin Qi, this time Song Miaozhu not only connected with the paper man's perspective, and the scenes that the paper man saw appeared in her mind, she also developed a deeper connection with this paper man.

The spiritual power of the little paper man is no longer comparable to when it was controlled by the Yin Qi. It no longer requires her full control to act.

At the beginning, it is necessary to give relatively clear instructions so that the little paper cat knows what to do. When its spirituality is cultivated to a higher level, it can also communicate with the owner's mind and solve emergencies according to the owner's habits.

But doesn’t the little paper man in front of me seem a little too spiritual?
At this moment, Song Miaozhu did not give it any instructions to act, but it stood there by itself, lowering its head and scratching its body.

After finishing the job, he squatted down, covered his face with his two paper hands, and looked autistic.

Song Miaozhu told it to move.

The little paper man stood up and held his head high, looking at her while rolling his paper hands into pointed pieces and poking his body with dots.

Finally, seeing that Song Miaozhu was unmoved, he stamped his feet, continued to squat down, curled up into a ball and became autistic.

(End of this chapter)