"...Okay." This is Mr. Bai's job. No matter how special the situation or how difficult it is, he will not shirk it.
He Yueyin then shared the ongoing call with Mr. Bai, allowing them to communicate directly with Mr. Bai to avoid misrepresentation.
Mr. Bai listened carefully and at the same time made a judgment to see whether the plan on the other side was really feasible. If there is any doubt, as a doctor, he will speak up without hesitation and then consider it.
However, things went surprisingly smoothly. Although the man opposite had a hoarse, low voice, intermittent and intermittent, and seemed to be seriously ill, the plan he described was based on proven fields and had strict logic. The threads are connected, and what is especially rare is that he has a deep understanding of Ronan's physical and spiritual structure. When he told some details, Mr. Bai at the scene immediately compared them and felt a sudden enlightenment.
After several discussions, Mr. Bai felt the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes loosen. In the end, he simply took off his coat, loosened his cuffs, and began to adjust his breathing to prepare for the plan he had designed. .
"This... um, what's your name? Xiu? Oh, I know, I know, it turns out he is the master of the Xiu."
Mr. Bai secretly praised that "famous teachers give birth to great disciples". No wonder when Ronan was teaching in public, he specially said a few kind words for his martial arts master. He was indeed worthy of it.
After the pleasantries were exchanged, everyone understood the priorities. At that moment, Mr. Bai signaled to He Yueyin, asking her to temporarily give up the bracelet she was wearing.
He Yueyin didn't say much and just acted according to his words.
Mr. Bai took the bracelet, placed it lightly against Ronan's ear, and fixed it for a while. I communicate with the person far away through shared communication and adjust the rhythm together.
Without him having to say anything, other people in the room voluntarily stepped back a little, holding their breath and calming down, for fear of being frightened and worried that Mr. Bai and the master of the temple would jointly treat him. Qin Yikun was careful and asked Gao De. One of them guarded the outer door, and the other went to the bedroom to watch Fei Jin who was sleeping and avoid all possible changes.
Mr. Bai exhaled slowly, and echoes seemed to be heard in the silent room. After his breath was evenly mixed, he whispered: "Master of the Cultivation Hall, let's begin."
The change did not happen immediately, but only after the tail end of Mr. Bai's words faded away and the air became stagnant again, the subtle vibrations reappeared and had a weak interaction with the air.
Everyone present was a person with abilities and had keen senses, and they could all hear a low sound coming from the earrings. It sounds like the sound waves have ups and downs, rhythms, and turns, and there is a clear meaning in the feeling. But if you look carefully, you can't understand the details at all. It's like the Sanskrit chanting in the temple has been restructured and combined in its unique rhythm.
Zhang Yingying's eyelids twitched twice. She felt inexplicably that this wave of sound had some impression, but she couldn't find the source for a while.
Now was not a good opportunity to ask questions, so she could only endure it, suppress the anxiety that she could not help at all, and stared to see what Mr. Bai was going to do next.
Mr. Bai's eyes were slightly closed, and his body was swaying, like an old man who was sleepy in the middle of the night and might fall asleep at any time. But this is a sign that the "Dream Technique" for which he is famous is activated. The whole person is in an almost relaxed state, penetrating the gauze-like soul power into the surrounding "Dream Magnetic Field" and transmitting it as sound wave vibration. Another medium.
What he has to do next is to ensure that this wave of sound maintains its original character as much as possible during the process of transmission and reception, and retains more original information.
Because of this, Mr. Bai understood the basic information conveyed by this wave of sound earlier from Xiu Shen Yu, which was a set of sentences:
My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;
My heart is called the mirror, my heart is called the country.
Ronan felt like he was wandering in a long and confusing gallery. There were thick and colorful paintings piled up in front, back, left, right, and even above and below his head - even if they were paintings, otherwise Ronan wouldn't have a clear idea of what to do. correspond.
The color structure of these paintings obviously destroys ordinary aesthetic cognition. Some are abstract, some are full of metaphors, and some are completely intuitive expressions of emotions... Ronan can only understand it this way. In fact, he has not seen anything. Understand, he only saw chaotic structures and colors stacked up layer by layer, filling his field of vision. He could not figure out a basic logic, and could not refuse the corresponding perception. He could only let the lowest level and roughest intuition, passive Accept it all, regardless of whether it will cause misunderstanding, just want to take it in and swallow it.
The problem is, this gallery is too big, and it doesn’t give any sense of direction. There are just endless piles of “paintings”. In the end, it’s like someone forced his eyelids to pour in those dazzling colors. .
At the same time, there was also somatosensory stimulation that seemed to melt into his blood vessels at any time. Every color carries temperature, smell, taste...and every stimulus requires him to respond instinctively and emotionally. There is no logical connection between these stimuli. Maybe the same color and the same structure, inserted at different times, result in completely different feelings.
Ronan instinctively felt the danger, but the illogical information had blocked all his reaction pathways before he could understand what "danger" was. He was completely lost here, like a drunkard who had been drunk to a pulp. He just wanted to close his eyes, cut off the incoming information, and have a solid sleep.
At this time, there is no role of willpower, only the instinct of the body. When you are tired, you get sleepy, and when you are sleepy, you sleep. As for whether you wake up after falling asleep or not, how could he know such a complicated thing?
He was numb, completely numb, even if the sky fell apart...wait a minute, it seemed like the surroundings were really shaking.
Ronan could sense it, not because of how violent the shaking was, but because of the endless and disorderly color structure and somatosensory stimulation, the vibration was so neat and regular, and it was so familiar, just like It was a hook that reached deep into the soul, pulling out a whole string of information and memories that had been buried deep under the chaotic ruins.
It was not something particularly high-end and complicated. On the contrary, it was more of a neural reflex process that Ronan was already familiar with. It is not instinctive but close to instinct. It just triggers a slight hint, and then a whole set of reactions will start to operate spontaneously.
The already chaotic and numb reaction pathway suddenly opened up a vein born of rules, and then extended all the way.
Voice, ears?
Vibration, body!
From this moment on, Ronan clearly captured his own inherent organs and even vague self-perception. It was like a constantly vibrating network node, spreading the unique frequency layer by layer.
From this, Ronan felt the dense neural network, the blood and veins, the bones, flesh and fur, the internal organs... and finally the whole body, which was like a malfunctioning gear set, amidst the chaos and chaos. Struggling in the sequence, there is some stagnation, but with the introduction of special vibrations, the non-instinct but almost instinctive habitual rhythm regains the upper hand. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, ears, eyes, mouth, nose and tongue, Qi machines rise and fall, interoperate, and rotate sequentially, forming It has a complete and precise operating mechanism.
This is the Nine Apertures and Six Roots technique that he has been practicing hard for the past few months. Under the supervision of the master of the monastery, he has regarded this set of practice methods as a natural part of his life, and has not deliberately listed them. Plans and the like, but walking, sitting, lying down, observing, smelling, smelling, and touching are all practices. At this point, from sensory induction to the rotation of the internal organs and qi, to the construction of the body structure, the method of the body wheel comes from this.
Under such circumstances, it is meaningless to emphasize how exquisite the art of Nine Apertures and Six Roots is. However, Ronan further strengthened the corresponding memory context from this set of gradually formed operating mechanisms, and at the same time dug out his life. The basis for the existence of a set of rules and regulations in the process.
His consciousness, which was still struggling, formed a short but clear and correct logic:
With the body wheel, the corresponding one should be the divine wheel.
The body wheel and the divine wheel interfere with each other in a coupling method, and together they constitute the rules and order of existence of his physical and spiritual structure.
Divine Wheel, Divine Wheel...
The order of soul power at the spiritual level, the clattering of chains, the unique rhythm, someone seems to be whispering in the ear, the familiar rising and falling rhythm, the familiar abbreviation method, even if there are some deformations, Ronan can Parse out the information inside:
My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;
My heart is called the mirror, my heart is called the country.
The sixteen-character mantra from his grandfather was rooted downwards in the physical body and neural network; upwards it touched the spiritual level and soul power. Through five years of pure and extreme self-human drug experiments, Ronan slowly and steadily changed his life. Physical and spiritual structure.
It is not Ronan's innate talent, but it reveals the most essential rules and order for his existence in the world - as a human being, order is the cornerstone of existence and the most precious thing.
When Ronan had this clear realization in his heart, with the continuous roaring sound, the dark chains came out of nothingness and from the depths of his heart, making his own "prison" pattern clearly manifest.
Acting inside, the gear module that interferes with the coupling of the body wheel and the divine wheel returns to stability, carving out a regular area for Ronan;
Acts on the outside... the magic talisman!
Ronan's will and emotions exploded at the same time: You are rebelling, right?
At this time, Ronan was like a fisherman on a hurricane ocean. The physical and spiritual system constructed by laws was a sampan boat, carrying him ups and downs in the boundless and chaotic storm of emotions and desires, which could happen at any time. There is a disaster.
But even so, he still projected the dark chain and used the other end to tightly hold the ferocious and nihilistic shadow, trying to figure it out no matter what:
What on earth is this guy doing!
The magic talisman appeared in the endless chaotic elements. Unexpectedly, it was just cowering under the binding of the dark chains, languishing, and showing no signs of resistance or backlash.
But even so, there is still violent and violent energy radiating from it, forcefully passing through the dark chains of the "one-way channel design", and passing through the terrifying "high temperature", which can burn the soul.
Ronan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized... Could it be that...he had been doing something wrong all along?
