Ding Ning did not read Song Zhong's memory, but directly carried out genetic modification, because he felt that Song Zhong should be trustworthy based on his lack of defense against him.

In particular, genetic modification is definitely a very painful process for ordinary people, but Song Zhong gritted his teeth and remained silent even though he was sweating profusely in pain, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his whole body was twitching.

In fact, there was not even a hint of instinctive resistance from beginning to end, which shows how extraordinary Song Zhong possesses self-control and perseverance, and it also shows from the side that he has great trust in Ding Ning not to harm him.

After the transformation was completed, Ding Ning asked curiously: "Aren't you afraid that I will harm you?"

Song Zhong was drenched in sweat, sitting on the ground almost exhausted and panting heavily, but he still insisted on standing up, clasping his fists and respectfully replied: "With Master's strength, if you want to kill me, it's just a matter of raising your hand.

There is no need to harm me in such a roundabout way."

Ding Ning was startled, and then he laughed. It was true that he had made things complicated, but he was not as clear-eyed as Song Zhong.

But this also made him appreciate Song Zhong, his first disciple, even more.

The reason why he is said to be the first disciple, haha, everyone knows it.

Although he had taken on several apprentices before, due to some special reasons, these apprentices all became his wives, so... they can't be counted.

As for Mr. Hu and others, they were also his disciples and could only be regarded as his junior disciples. Therefore, Song Zhong was naturally promoted to be his first disciple.

During the process of genetic modification, Ding Ning refused to sign a master-servant contract with him. He felt that if even his apprentices had to become his slaves, how would there be any trust between people? Although that would be safer, it would also

Too boring.

Although he did not sign a master-servant contract, the genetically modified Song Zhong could feel that he had undergone earth-shaking changes, and he felt awe and respect for Ding Ning, the mysterious master.

After all, to a certain extent, genetic modification is equivalent to giving him a new life, which is tantamount to a different kind of reborn parent.

Ding Ning could vaguely feel Song Zhong's closeness, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a look of relief. This kind of master-disciple relationship that was maintained by emotion rather than by contract was what he really wanted.

He patted Song Zhong on the shoulder and said in a very easy-going way: "Feel the changes in your body first. After you adapt, I will help you solve the problem of your inability to advance."

"Yes, I would like to send you off to my master."

Song Zhong couldn't wait to feel the changes in his body. He bowed deeply and said respectfully.

"I don't like vulgar etiquette, I just want to be casual on weekdays."

Ding Ning said with a smile, turned around and took a step forward before disappearing without a trace.

When Song Zhong saw this hand, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of amazement, and he murmured in a low voice: "Master is indeed a monster. He actually understood the method of shrinking the ground into an inch even in the demigod realm."

A figure slowly appeared in the mid-air a thousand meters away from where Song Zhong collapsed. He gasped for breath and said with a wry smile in a low voice: "How can it be so easy to understand when you shrink to an inch? I'm just doing this in the new world."

I just pretended to be cool in front of my apprentice and used teleportation continuously. It's just that continuous teleportation is very advantageous in combat and short-distance travel, but it is far less practical than shrinking into an inch when traveling long distances. It seems that when grandpa comes back,

, I still need to ask him for advice."

"Come on, come on, buy it and leave."

"Big big."

"Go away, if it's big, this one will definitely be small."

…

As soon as Ding Ning arrived at the door of No. 4 Yingbin Building, his extraordinary hearing heard the faint noise coming from inside. He couldn't help scratching his head and muttered with a strange expression: "Did I remember wrongly? Building No. 4 is not

Where to stay at Tengyinji Temple?”

a ghost

The Leopard Warrior appeared behind him like a ghost, clasped his fists slightly and said respectfully: "Young Master, you remember correctly, this is indeed the place where the eminent monks of Tianyin Temple stay."

Ding Ning felt even more strange: "Is this really where Tianyin Temple is staying? Then why do I feel like I'm in a casino?"

The ghost leopard warrior couldn't help laughing, and said with laughter: "The eminent monks of Tianyin Temple seem to be a little different, and they seem to be extremely enthusiastic about gambling. Abbot Mingchan took the senior officials of Tianyin Temple to visit other holy sects. As soon as they left, they started

It’s a gamble.”

"I guess it's because I've been secluded for too long and lacks entertainment activities."

Ding Ning shook his head dumbfounded, and he could understand the distress of the monks in Tianyin Temple. After all, Tianyin Temple closed its gates and spent the whole day chanting Buddhist scriptures, cultivating their minds and cultivating their character. There was a serious lack of entertainment activities, so gambling naturally became their pleasure.

One of the rare forms of entertainment.

He waved his hand and asked the ghost leopard warrior to retreat and walked towards the guest building.

There were two young monks standing in front of the door. Seeing Ding Ning coming to visit, one monk hurriedly came to greet him, while the other monk turned around and ran into the building. He must have been specially responsible for the lookout and was going to report the news.

Ding Ning didn't say anything. He cupped his hands towards the obviously nervous monk in front of him and said politely: "Master, I don't know how to address him. Ding Ning took the liberty of coming to visit, and I would like to trouble you to inform the master."

"Little... little monk Wuwu, Ding... Sect Master Ding is too... too polite, but... it's just that... the host... is not in the welcoming... welcoming building, and has gone to other... other holy... holy gates

Visiting friends."

The young monk didn't know whether he was born with a stutter or was too nervous to see Ding Ning. His face turned red and he stuttered.

Ding Ning didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I am here to visit Little Master Wuxiang, and I would like to trouble Master Wuwang to inform him."

"Oh, it turns out that Sect Master Ding is here to see Junior Brother Wuxiang. He is in the room. Please Sect Master Ding come with me."

It seemed that Wuwang was not born with a stammer, but was nervous. Seeing that Ding Ning was not here to see the host, but to see Wuxiang, he suddenly became less nervous and started to speak fluently.

"Then please ask Master Wuwu to lead the way."

Ding Ning cupped his hands and thanked him.

"Are Sect Leader Ding and Junior Brother Wuxiang familiar with each other?"

Wuwang was leading the way with his body half sideways. After getting rid of his nervousness, he regained his natural instincts for his age group. In addition, Ding Ning had always been easy-going and without any airs, and he became more courageous and a little curious.

asked.

"Yeah, quite familiar."

A warm smile appeared at the corner of Ding Ning's mouth. Wuxiang's talent was amazing and he had a pure heart, which made him extremely fond of him.

To be honest, if he hadn't been a disciple of Tianyin Temple, he would have wanted to poach him and bring him over to train him carefully.

This is not to say that he looks down on Tianyin Temple's ability to train disciples, but he thinks it is a pity that Wu Xiang became a monk at such a young age and has not experienced the world of mortals.

Wuwang glanced at Ding Ning secretly, feeling secretly envious that Junior Brother Wuxiang could become friends with the head of the Tianze Sect and even have him come to visit him. In his opinion, this was a great honor.

The accommodation rules in the martial arts world have always been that the higher the status, the higher the floor. This is used to divide the levels. Tianyin Temple is no exception. The upper floors all live upstairs. The youngest disciples like Wu Xiang basically live there.

On the first floor.

While they were talking, the two of them arrived outside Wu Xiang's room. Wu Wang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Junior Brother Wu Xiang, Sect Master Ding is here to see you. Hurry up and come out to greet you."

"Brother Ding, you are here."

The door opened and Wu Xiang walked out quickly and said happily.

"Without Xiang, how can you be rude to Sect Leader Ding?"

Wuwu scolded, but quietly winked at Wuxiang, fearing that Ding Ning would be displeased by his words.

Wu Xiang was slightly startled, and then he remembered that Ding Ning was no longer what he used to be. He was no longer someone he could call Brother Ding at will, but the head of the Tianze Sect, and he hurriedly wanted to meet him again.

It seems that Wu Xiang's popularity is pretty good. Ding Ning couldn't see Wu Xiang's desire to protect him. He stretched out his hand to help Wu Xiang, making Wu Xiang unable to bow down. He pretended to be angry and said: "Okay, don't listen to Master Wu Xiang's nonsense, my friend.

Friendship is more valuable than heart, and it will never change due to changes in status. If you are like others, then I will be very disappointed."

Wuxiang blinked his clear and innocent eyes, clasped his palms together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, what Brother Ding said is absolutely true, Wuxiang is attached to the phase."

Seeing that Ding Ning had no intention of getting angry, Wuwang felt relieved and realized that the relationship between the two was not just a casual acquaintance as he thought. Then he smiled sheepishly, bowed and resigned in a sensible manner: "Ding

Sect Master, you and Junior Brother Wuxiang can chat slowly, and I will serve you tea."

"No need to trouble Master Wuwu, little brother Wuxiang and I will have a casual chat and leave."

Ding Ning politely declined Wuwu's offer of tea and watched him leave.

"Brother Ding, come in quickly."

In front of Wuwang, Wuxiang acted obediently. After Wuwang left, he returned to the liveliness and enthusiasm that he should have at his age. He took Ding Ning's sleeve and dragged him into the room.

He looked around carefully and found that no one was paying attention, so he quickly locked the door. Facing Ding Ning's funny eyes, he chuckled, scratched his head and said, "Brother Ding, please wait for me."

Ding Ning didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but he still nodded. When he saw him entering the bedroom and taking out a wooden box and handing it to him, he asked curiously: "What is this?"

Wu Xiang said with some shame: "Brother Ding, although no one in Tianyin Temple cares about the "Yi Jin Jing", after all, it is the master's collection. I can't give you the original version of "Yi Jin Jing".

So I made a copy based on the original version."

Ding Ning's mood suddenly became complicated. He actually used the bet to let Wu Xiang steal the "Yi Jin Jing" for him. With his simple mind, he would have to go through a painful inner struggle to do such a heinous thing.

But in order to fulfill the bet, I still copied a copy for him.

What is the difference between this kind of behavior and those shameless villains who cheat and kidnap? This made him feel deeply guilty. The wooden box he was holding in his hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It was so heavy that he could not accept the coveted book with peace of mind.

"Yi Jin Jing".

Seeing Ding Ning's face changing and looking at him in silence, Wu Xiang thought he was not satisfied that this was not the original version, and quickly assured him: "Brother Ding, don't worry, although it is a handwritten copy, I have verified it word for word, so it's fine."

Even the drawings in it were printed on paper and copied, so there will never be any mistakes..."

"I know, but Brother Ding can't have this copy of "Yi Jin Jing"."

Ding Ning made a quick decision in his mind and handed the wooden box back without hesitation.

"Brother Ding, why? This is really no different from the original version."

Wu Xiang was so anxious that he almost cried, and said anxiously with a red face.

"No, that's not the reason. Wuxiang, listen to me. It was Brother Ding who was not good. He should not have used the bet to make such excessive demands on you. This would leave holes in your Buddhist heart and harm your future.

In my practice, Brother Ding was too selfish at first."

Ding Ning looked ashamed and said with a sincere expression: "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Although I really need this "Yi Jin Jing", I will get it in an honest way, not in this sneaky way."
Chapter completed!