From this day on, Wei Curcuma's nightmare began. He also understood why Qingjiang told him to enjoy more time on campus beforehand.
Not a human being, its meaning is - "forging you as a weapon".
Everything starts with meditation.
Mo Daosang used to have daily lessons with Wei Curcuma on the grass in front of the Lingshu.
"Meditation is taught in school, right?"
"Yeah, but I can't see anything."
"That means the method is wrong. Meditate again."
Mo Daosang hit Wei Curshu on the head with an old punch. Even though his physical strength was extremely strong, he still had stars in his eyes.
"The important thing is not the breath, but the mind. Do you understand the mind? Don't have any distracting thoughts, immerse yourself in it until you see the composition of your heart."
At first, Wei Curcuma was sitting cross-legged and forming a mudra with his hands as taught by Professor Beijing, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Mo Daosang.
"Why don't you put your novel on hold? You sit cross-legged and meditate, right? Why don't you condense your fighting spirit?"
He held a piece of dried squid in his hand and took a sip of the beer he asked Wei Curcuma to buy.
"It doesn't matter what your posture is, just let me clear my mind!"
He tore into a mouthful of dried squid. This old man who was more than a hundred years old had good teeth and chewed it in big mouthfuls. If you eat dried squid with beer during the day, it will taste three times more delicious than usual, just like ordering it late at night. Same as fried chicken takeout.
“These little guys in the north pursue mysticism, and their seemingly purpose is to prevent management chaos and prevent secrets from being leaked, but this is actually just an appearance.
"When you reach a certain level of power, you will know that a strong person can feel the root. If you falsely say the true name of a certain monarch, it can stare at you through the root and along this line."
"The converse is also true. A-level great supernatural power users can even modify religious doctrines, interfere with the rituals of gods in reality, and even simplify or mislead them, or even interrupt them."
"The real purpose of secrecy is to reduce panic, stabilize the observer theory, and prevent people without power from knowing too much, but I am too lazy to deal with this."
"My breathing is messed up, try again."
His teacher's words were astonishing. Wei Curcuma could not guarantee that he had no thoughts in his mind. Instead, he, who had always been smart, was quickly analyzing the meaning of his words and felt inexplicable terror.
Just as his breathing was slightly disordered, Mo Daosang came around behind him and kicked him down gently.
Wei Zeshu had learned well not to complain about his contradictory words, but chose to keep them in his heart, but Mo Daosang took the initiative to explain.
"I say breathing is not important, because breathing is not the essence of meditation, but if you can't even breathe steadily, let alone get rid of distracting thoughts."
It sounded reasonable. Wei Curcuma tried to enter concentration again, but Mo Daosang began to talk about the secrets of the real world again, which affected his mind.
"Let's start with the classification of deviants. The second generation Kagefeng has completed this classification. It is not just a simple ranking of 1234 and abcd. Each of them has its own threshold."
"And this threshold is closely related to your meditation!"
"The first step in teaching is to reshape the worldview... Stop eavesdropping and pay attention to your breathing! Free your brain!"
"I don't want to say anything below Grade E, because it's not popular."
Wei Zuoshu complained in his heart, okay, you, the old man, expelled 80% of the people in the industry.
"Level E, the threshold is very simple, it is the strength of the soul pressure and the method of understanding oneself, as long as you have the skills."
"Ding, etc., are called the gates of wonderful magic. This stage is marked by the emergence of some inexplicable feelings, which are generally related to fables and divination. This is a manifestation closer to the root."
"At this point, you can build your own landscape in meditation and gradually enrich your own world. This is the threshold."
"Class C, the first watershed, is called [Beyond Human Reason], a superman in the literal sense, but its real threshold is actually the "root of feeling"."
"At this point, everyone has their own tendency. There are no two similar existences at all, but the only thing they have in common is that when meditating, you can feel the existence of the root in the inner world."
"If you don't stare, it seems infinite. When you stare, it seems infinitesimal. This is the root cause."
"At this point, people will unconsciously carry the aura of the source, which will make low-level anomalies run away. This is why low-level tasks need to be handled by people of the corresponding level."
"The six basic applications of suppressing anomalies and their own methods have shown qualitative changes. Abnormalities of this level will also become abnormally intelligent, and their desire to actively attack will become stronger."
"Class B, this can be regarded as a name at the root. It has been regarded as a hero or a heroic spirit throughout the ages. Taoists call it [Tongxuan], also known as [the starting point of the strongest road]. This is too much for you. It’s far away, don’t worry about it for now.”
After Mo Daosang said this, he found that there was no obvious breathing sound. Wei Curcuma actually entered into thorough meditation on the fourth try.
He was not constrained by the way he meditated. He lay down on the lawn, and the soft grass blew gently on his face with the breeze.
With a light spirit and light air, it can be seen that Wei Curcuma has entered the deepest level of meditation.
Mo Daosang couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. His new student's talent seemed to exceed his imagination. He sat down and drank in silence.
If he drinks too much, his mind will become unclear, but only when he is not sober will he recall the long past.
Those who knew him, those who were of his generation, those who liked him, those who liked him, those who hated him, those who he hated, those who fought side by side, those who opposed each other, those who admired him, those who he taught.
Everyone, all those who suppressed abnormalities, slept under the lush grass in front of him. They were all silently buried in the endless history and turned into someone in a certain file.
Will this little guy do the same?
When he thought of this, Mo Daosang wanted to drink again.
One old and one young, just bathed in the backlight of the setting sun, the shadows drawn out are dazzling black under the red.
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Dark, black, nothing, so dark that you can't see your fingers.
Wei Zeshu tried to stretch out his hand, but he found that he had no hands and no fingers, so the metaphor of being unable to see his fingers was completely untrue, but it was indeed dark here.
"Damn it, failed again?"
Wei Curcuma sighed silently.
Teacher Mo Daosang asked him to meditate and clear his mind while chatting about such fascinating secrets. How could this be possible?
Pure forcefulness.
Wei Zeshu sighed and prepared to wait for the end of today's special instruction, and then take Li Shengruo and the others, who had returned from their internship, to go to Chunyu BBQ restaurant for a hearty meal.
But soon, Wei Curcuma discovered that something seemed wrong.
It’s not that he has no fingers, he is this darkness.
If this is the inner scenery, then it is not that there is no scenery in his heart, but the scenery itself is darkness.
This sentence sounds a little difficult to understand, but its general meaning is that it is not darkness without nothing. "Darkness without nothing" itself is the content of this article's inner world.
He seems to be able to deform this mass of darkness. Because it is nothing, it can take on any shape.
Wei Curcuma tried for a moment, but opened his eyes in an instant.
"..."
He looked at the sunset in silence, knowing that it was only morning when meditation began.
