Chapter 163 Temporary Supreme Mage

Dark Dimension

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

"At this time, Stephen Strange was just a mage who had just started learning magic, but he was able to do this. He used a rewinding magic to force Dormammu. Ask yourself, can you really do it to his level?"

Mordo shook his head.

"So do you know why he is the Supreme Sorcerer? Because in order to protect the earth, he can give everything, even his own life, and if it were an ordinary person, he would have gone crazy after dying several times. You know, rewinding only rewinds his body, but everything he experienced will not be rewinded, which means that he has the memory of death. Now you understand."

Mordo closed his eyes and took two deep breaths and nodded. At this time, Dormammu seemed to be aware of the existence of the two. When he was about to find the two people who were hiding, he found that they had disappeared.

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

"No problem, but I hope you can adjust your mood as soon as possible, because you are indispensable to Kamar-Taj."

Mordo nodded, then left Kamar-Taj, and went for a walk somewhere. The teaching could only be left to Wang and Mage Hamil.

Because Mordo left temporarily, Constantine could only let Wang take over his work temporarily, especially to monitor when Stephen Strange came here.

Wang took over Mordo's work very reluctantly. It was annoying enough to teach the novice mage, and now he had to monitor the visitor, but Wang had no choice. Who made the Supreme Mage give this order? He could only do it.

At the same time, a foreigner came to the village below Kamar-Taj. As soon as he arrived in this village, he began to ask people about the location of Kamar-Taj, but this was a relatively primitive village. They basically couldn't understand it. Some gangsters even targeted Stephen Strange's wallet. In the end, it was Wang who came forward to rescue him.

"Are you looking for Kamar-Taj?" Wang asked the man in front of him.

"Yes, do you know where it is?"

"Come with me."

The man swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether he should follow Wang. Finally, after looking at the surrounding environment, he finally chose to follow Wang.

Wang took the man to a door hidden in the market, pushed it open and walked in. The man followed him. The moment he stepped through the door, the door closed automatically. The man who heard the sound was startled.

However, when he saw the scenery in front of him, he was stunned, because he didn't know when he came to the halfway point of the Himalayas.

"This, this, this..."

"Don't be surprised, you come to find Kamar-Taj, don't you know where Kamar-Taj is?"

"Sorry, I don't know where Kamar-Taj is. I just heard that it might be possible to cure my hand here." The man raised his hands that couldn't stop shaking and said.

Wang looked at it and continued to move forward, leading him to a hall, where he saw a handsome man making tea.

"The Supreme Sorcerer wants to see you, please go in." Wang gestured to the hall. Seeing that there was only one person in the hall, the man encouraged himself and walked towards the handsome man.

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

Constantine raised his head and looked at him, but did not speak. Instead, he handed the tea in his hand to him.

"Thank you, I heard that you cured a man named Pangborn here, he was paralyzed."

"I guess so." Constantine finally spoke at this time.

"Did you cure him? He can not only walk now, but also play basketball."

"Yes."

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

Constantine smiled and continued to pour tea for him, then poured out the tea leaves in the teapot, put some new tea leaves in again and said: "It's not that I cured him, he can't walk, I just made him believe that he can walk."

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

"After you reconnect the severed nerves, is it you or the body that makes it heal?"

"Cells"

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

"That's right."

Constantine put the teapot on the table and motioned for Strange to sit down. Strange sat down obediently, and then Constantine continued: "What if I tell you that you can convince the body that it can heal in a variety of ways?"

Strange suddenly became shocked and asked: "Are you talking about cell regeneration? This technology is very cutting-edge, so you work here? Without the supervision of the Medical Supervisory Commission, how experimental is your treatment method?"

"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 power so that the body can heal better."

Hearing Constantine say this, Strange suddenly felt that the world had collapsed, because he had spent all his savings just to come here, hoping that his hand could be cured here, but now he found that it was not science that could cure him, but theology. There was no way, even if the method to cure himself was not science, it didn't matter, as long as he could cure himself.

"Okay, well, then where should we start?"

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

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

Constantine turned the page again and looked at the picture on it. Strange said helplessly: "Acupuncture, not bad, I tried it, it didn't work."

"What about this?"

Looking at the familiar picture on it, Strange said a little irritably: "Are you showing me the MRI picture?"

"The people who draw these pictures only see the details and can't see the whole picture."

"I spent all my savings just to buy a one-way ticket, and you are talking to me about faith healing!"

"You are just a person who sees the world through a keyhole, you are... You have spent your whole life trying to expand that keyhole, wanting to see more, wanting to know more, and now you hear that this keyhole can be expanded even larger, in ways you can't imagine, but you resist this possibility? "

"No, I refuse because I don't believe this fantasy! What chakra, energy, the 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 dust!"

Strange's tone became heavier and heavier, and he poked Constantine's chest with his finger and said angrily.

"You are too self-deprecating."

"You think you can see through me? You can't! I see through you, you all, and the entire so-called Kamar-Taj!" At this point, Strange angrily poked his finger at his chest again.

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

Strange was shocked, his chest heaving. The scene just now really shattered his worldview.