Whether He Huanhuan likes me or not has already made me very confused, but her sudden appearance in my meditation made me even more irritated, and even affected my practice.
Just when I was puzzled, Zen's voice appeared, "You should pay attention, this is not a good sign."
"What do you mean?" I asked seriously, "Does this have anything to do with Huanhuan? What is a bad sign?"
"It has nothing to do with He Huanhuan." The figure of Zen floated out of my mind, sitting cross-legged in the void. Over the years, he has grown to look like a fifteen-year-old boy.
He looked at me solemnly and said, "Do you still remember what I told you about the interference of heavenly demons before? After you enter the middle stage of the Second Zen Heaven, there will be demons that interfere with your practice and enter concentration. They are the followers of the demon king Bo Xun."
"You are still one step away from entering the middle stage. They are about to appear. He Huanhuan's appearance in your meditation just now is a sign."
I quickly asked nervously, "How will they interfere with me? And what does this have to do with He Huanhuan?"
"The devil will transform into anyone you are familiar with or your relatives will appear in your meditation, and use all kinds of despicable means to interfere. If your mind is not strong, it will be difficult to enter meditation and your cultivation will be difficult."
Zen paused seriously and said again: "Of course, if you are determined and remain unmoved no matter what despicable means they use, then they will not pose any threat to you."
I took a deep breath and asked, "Are those demons powerful? Can they be defeated?"
"You will know when the time comes." After Zen said it, he got into the pill in my mind.
I thought about what He Huanhuan said in my mind just now, and asked Zen: "By the way, Zen, do you think He Huanhuan will really like me?"
"I don't know. Don't ask me about your mortal feelings. I'm a tool spirit and don't talk about feelings." After Zen finished speaking, he stopped talking.
I pursed my lips speechlessly and continued to meditate. I put my consciousness into the elixir and wanted to see how the red egg was doing.
In the past three years, the cracks in the red egg have spread all over the area, but the contents inside show no signs of breaking out of the shell.
Even when my realm broke through to the Second Zen Heaven, Hongdan didn't show any abnormality.
"What exactly is inside?" I pressed my hand on the top of the red egg curiously, and I could feel the strong beating of the heart inside.
I can even vaguely detect the desire of life within it. It seems to be expressing to me that it needs to absorb energy.
"Energy? What energy do you need to absorb?" I asked curiously, feeling that he was at the bottleneck stage of breaking out of his shell.
But after I asked him what energy he needed to absorb, I didn't get any reply, so I stopped worrying about it. My consciousness left here and continued meditating.
This time He Huanhuan did not appear to disturb me, but there were many scenery of rivers and lakes, and even a scene of himself soaring in the blue sky, which was beautiful.
These are all illusions in meditation. Just ignore them. If there are emotional fluctuations, the state of meditation will be interrupted, resulting in the inability to improve your cultivation.
I watched all the illusions and chaotic thoughts come and go freely in my mind. The vitality in the universe was like gentle spring water, more like a wisp of slender silk that continuously penetrated into the elixir beads from the top of my head.
Gradually I could no longer feel my body, as if I was floating lightly in the air, and the blue sky, mountains, rivers and lakes appeared below.
The undulating ridges stretch for thousands of miles, with green mountains and green waters, birds singing, flowers fragrant, butterflies flying and swallows dancing, and springs gurgling. The scenery is pleasant and intoxicating.
My body landed on a mountain riverside. The scene was very real, as if I was in the real world.
"This is..." I glanced around in confusion. The scenes that had appeared in meditation in the past were all passing through my mind quickly like a video tape. This was the first time that I had been frozen in one scene for a long time.
"Is this not meditating, but a dream? Am I asleep?" I asked myself curiously, shook my head hard, and found that I couldn't wake up.
Just when I was trying every means to wake up, I suddenly focused my eyes and saw an old man sitting by the river fishing more than ten meters to my right, with a big bamboo basket next to him.
The old man holds a fishing rod made of green bamboo in his hand. He is wearing an ancient gray coarse linen shirt and a straw hat. All his facial features cannot be seen clearly, but he can see a long white beard.
A gust of breeze blew, and my beard was fluttering in the wind, giving me the feeling of being dusted off by an immortal.
What surprised me even more was that the old man sitting there seemed to be integrated with the nearby landscape, revealing a heart-stopping and shocking artistic conception.
"Who is the old man? It feels to me like facing the majesty and unshakability of nature, and his cultivation must be unfathomable." I murmured in my heart.
"Little friend, since you're here, why don't you come and sit?" Suddenly, the old man's voice came, which sounded like bathing in the spring breeze, very comfortable.
I looked around, then walked over and asked curiously: "Who are you and where are you?"
"This is a wonderful space, and it is also the burial place of some living creatures." After speaking, the old man looked up at me with a smile.
Because he was wearing a straw hat, only the face below his eyes could be seen. His face was covered with wrinkles like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, and he was an antique who had lived for an unknown period of time.
However, although he looks old, he smiles very kindly, which makes people feel no disgust. But why is what he says so weird?
"This is a wonderful space, and it is also the burial place of some living beings? The burial place of what kind of living beings?" I muttered to myself, completely unable to understand what he meant.
"That's right, this is the burial place of certain creatures. Let's just say, it's the burial place of some people." After the old man finished speaking, the fishing rod in his hand suddenly shook violently.
"Hey, the fish is hooked." The old man said excitedly, and he quickly adjusted the angle of the fishing rod and pulled it upward, and a splashing sound came from the water.
I turned around and saw that the river was extremely clear, reflecting the white clouds and birds in the sky. If I looked carefully, I could even spot small fish swimming in the gaps between the sand and gravel on the bottom of the river.
Crash.
Ripples rippled on the surface of the water, and the fish inside them swam left and right as fast as they could, as if trying to escape from the shackles of the fishhook.
"Ouch." The old man stood up and nervously walked around with the fishing rod and pulled the rod upward hard. The water splash got closer and closer to the shore, and finally he pulled upward sharply.
There was a crash.
A lot of water splashed around, and I stared wide-eyed and saw a nearly half-meter-long white fish being pulled out of the water.
Finally, the old man caught it in his hand and put it into the bamboo basket. He chuckled and said, "I have fish soup to drink tonight."
I looked down and was shocked. I saw that this completely white fish had no scales. The skin looked like human skin, but it was frighteningly white.
What made my pupils shrink even more was that the two places where the fins should be on the head and tail actually had two small human hands and feet, which even made me feel very familiar with these four.
"What kind of fish is this!" I exclaimed, and quickly looked up at the old man and asked, are you sure it is a fish he caught?
But suddenly, a painful whimpering sound came from the fish basket, "Woo woo woo..."
This sound is!
So familiar!
I quickly looked down in shock, and my complexion suddenly changed. I saw the fish head slowly squirming and transformed into a human face looking at me and crying.
And the owner of this face turned out to be Xiao Mengxin!
He uttered human words, "Woo woo woo, Xiao An, save me, save me, we are going to die, woo woo..."
The desolate and sobbing cries were like the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, the wind was blowing all around, the trees were rustling, and the sky, which was originally clear and clear, suddenly turned into dense clouds.
My scalp suddenly became numb, and I took a few steps back to look at the old man, who was stunned and lost his voice, "Who are you, and what kind of fish are you catching?"
My heart was beating fast. Except for the fish whose skin resembled that of a human being, it also had four human parts. Its face turned into that of Xiao Mengxin, which gave me the illusion that I had caught Xiao Mengxin.
"Haha, don't be afraid, little friend." The old man chuckled kindly: "This is the lovesick fish. You must be missing someone in your heart."
"Acacia fish?" I frowned and took a step back again, watching the sudden change in the environment and becoming wary.
"That's right." The old man threw the fishhook into the river again and said: "The lovesick fish will transform into the appearance of the person you want in your heart, which means that you miss this girl very much in your heart. She is very important to you. It’s very important.”
"The love fish will turn into the person I want according to what I think in my heart? And there is such a weird fish?" I frowned and muttered to myself, looking down at the love fish, and suddenly my heart skipped a beat.
wrong!
I suddenly raised my head and looked at the old man, "Why didn't the Acacia fish transform into a human face according to your thoughts, but me? You..."
"Look." The old man suddenly interrupted me, pointed at the river and laughed: "I took the bait again."
The old man paced around anxiously, pulling on the fishing rod.
I turned my head to look at the river. The fish in the water were struggling desperately and splashing a lot of water. At the same time, the river gradually became clearer.
"Woooooooooooo, Xiao An, run, run..." Xiao Mengxin's crying voice in the fish basket made me panic.
Just when I was about to look down at her, my pupils suddenly shrank, and the river suddenly became extremely clear and transparent, allowing me to see the big fish that was about to be caught in it.
But when I saw the face of the big fish head clearly, my heart suddenly shook wildly, my scalp was numb, as if I had been struck by lightning!
The face on the head of this big fish is none other than me!
At this moment, there was a sudden sharp pain in my mouth, as if a big iron hook had penetrated my upper jaw and was pulling upwards hard. The pain made my whole body tremble.
The surrounding environment suddenly changed. It was no longer rocks and vegetation, but the bottom of the water. As for the fishhook that penetrated my upper jaw, the tip of the fishhook came out from the left side of my nose.
At the end of the fishing line connected above is an old man on the shore who keeps shouting about the big fish taking the bait.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Incomparable fear permeated my whole body. My heart was beating wildly and I was struggling desperately. The river water poured into my lungs, causing me to cough violently and pour in more water, but I couldn't die.
I turned out to be a fish in the river.
