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Constantine and Mordo watched Doctor Strange die again and again, but still dared to provoke Doctor Strange towards Dormammu. Mordo gradually calmed down.

"At this time, Stephen Strange was just a mage who had just learned magic for a short time, but he was able to achieve this level, using a retrospective magic to force Dormammu. Ask yourself, can you really do this? To this extent?”

Mordo shook his head.

"So do you know why he is the Supreme Mage? Because in order to protect the earth, he will sacrifice everything, even his own life. And if it were an ordinary person, he would have gone crazy after dying several times. You must know that looking back is just His body has been traced back, but everything he has experienced will not be traced back, which means that he has the memory of death, now you understand."

Mordo closed his eyes and took two deep breaths before nodding. At this moment, Dormammu seemed to notice the existence of the two people. When he was about to find the two people hiding, he found that they had disappeared.

After returning to Karma Taj, Mordo said to Constantine: "I need to take a good rest for a while."

"No problem, but I hope you can adjust your emotions as soon as possible, because you are an indispensable existence for Kama Taj."

Modu nodded, then left Karma Taj and went for a walk somewhere. He could only leave the teaching to Wang and Master Hamil.

Because of Mordo's temporary departure, Constantine could only temporarily let Wang take over his work, especially monitoring when Stephen Strange would come here.

Wang reluctantly took over Modu's job. It was already annoying enough to teach new mage, and now he had to monitor the incoming people, but the king had no choice. The person who issued this order was the Supreme Mage, so he could only follow it. .

At the same time, a foreigner came to the village below Kama Taj. As soon as he arrived in this village, he started looking for people to ask about the location of Kama Taj. However, this was a relatively primitive village, and they basically listened. I don’t understand, some gangsters even targeted Stephen Strange’s wallet, and in the end it was Wang who came forward to save him.

"Are you looking for Kama Taj?" Wang asked, looking at the man in front of him.

"Yes, do you know where it is?"

"Come with me."

The man swallowed and didn't know whether he should follow Wang. After looking at the surrounding environment, he finally chose to follow Wang.

Wang led the man to a door hidden in the market, pushed it open and went in. The man followed him immediately. The moment he stepped through the door, the door closed automatically. The man who heard the sound was frightened. A jump.

But when he saw the scenery in front of him, he was shocked, because he didn't know when he arrived halfway up the Himalayas.

"This, this, this..."

"Don't be surprised. You came to find Kama Taj. Don't you know where Kama Taj is?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know where Kama Taj is. I just heard that it might be possible to cure my hand." The man said, raising his hands that couldn't stop shaking.

Wang took a look and continued walking forward, taking him all the way to a hall, where he saw a handsome man making tea.

"The Supreme Mage wants to see you, please go in." Wang Chao gestured to the hall. Looking at the hall where there was only one person, the man cheered himself up and walked towards this handsome man.

"Hello, Mage Supreme, I heard that you can heal my hand, right?"

Constantine raised his head and glanced, without speaking, but handed him the tea in his hand.

"Thank you. I heard that you cured a man named Pangborn. He was paralyzed."

"So be it." Constantine finally spoke at this time.

"Did you cure him? Not only can he walk now, he can also play basketball."

"That's right."

"How did you cure the complete spinal injury of C7-C8?" Strange asked.

Constantine didn't know what he thought and smiled, and continued to pour him tea. Then he poured out the tea leaves in the teapot, put some new tea leaves in and said, "It's not that he has been cured. He can't leave. I just gave him the confidence that he could go."

"You don't mean physical and mental treatment, right?" Strange frowned slightly.

"After you reconnect the severed nerve, is it you or the body that allows it to heal?"

"cell"

"And the cells are programmed to heal in a specific way."

"That's right."

Constantine put the teapot on the table and motioned Strange to sit down. Strange sat down obediently, and then Constantine continued: "If I tell you, you can convince your body that it can How about healing in various ways?”

Strange suddenly became shocked and asked: "Are you talking about cell regeneration? This technology is very cutting-edge, that's why you work here? How experimental are your treatments without the supervision of the Medical Regulatory Commission? ?”

"Very powerful, so powerful that you can't believe it."

"So do you have a way to make nerve cells reorganize and heal themselves?"

"No, Mr. Strange, I know how to adjust mental strength so that the body can heal better."

Hearing what Constantine said, Strange suddenly felt that the world collapsed, because he spent all his savings just to come here, hoping that his hand could be cured here, but now he found that the person who cured him was not Science, but theology, has no way. Even if the way to cure yourself is not science, it doesn't matter. It just needs to be able to cure yourself.

"Okay, well, where do we start?"

Seeing this, Constantine picked up a book from the table nearby. The book was open. When he saw the so-called meditation in the book, Strange didn't know what to say.

"Don't like this? What about this one?"

Constantine turned over the page again and looked at the pictures on it. Strange said helplessly: "Acupuncture, yes, I tried it, but it didn't work."

"What about this?"

Looking at the familiar pictures above, Strange said a little irritably: "Are you showing me an MRI?"

"Those who drew these pictures only peeked into the partial picture and failed to see the overall picture."

“I spent all my savings on a one-way ticket and you’re talking to me about faith healing!”

"You are just a person who sees the world through a keyhole. You have been trying to expand that keyhole all your life, wanting to see more and know more. But now you hear that the keyhole can be expanded even wider, so you can't By the way of imagination, do you resist this possibility?”

"No, I refuse because I don't believe in this fantasy! What chakra, energy, power of faith! There is no such thing as spiritual power! We are all made of matter, nothing else! Even you are just A tiny, fleeting speck of dust!”

Strange's tone continued to increase, while he poked Constantine's chest with his finger and said angrily.

"You are too presumptuous."

"You think you can see through me, right? You can't! I have seen through you, you all, and the whole so-called Kama Taj!" At this point, Strange angrily poked at the target again with his finger. his chest.

But the next second Constantine grabbed his hand and punched out his soul. Before Strange could react, his soul returned to his body again.

Strange was shocked, his chest kept rising and falling. The scene just now really shattered his worldview.