Wen Guying did not give in at all and said: "Your old consciousness has been used for almost three thousand years. Who knows if there is anything wrong with it? It is still my consciousness, young and healthy..."
The two people were going back and forth, and the people next to them couldn't stand listening anymore.
Elder Qingzong said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, please go up first."
"How did you..." Headmaster Wang glared at the Qingzong elder.
Elder Qingzong said: "Friend Dao Wen's cultivation is still shallow. If something goes wrong in the process, we can control it. Head Wang, you'd better wait for Brother Li to accumulate some experience."
"Bah, bah, bah, how can there be any problem!" Headmaster Wang scolded.
Master Chanhai also advised: "Master Wang, please stop causing trouble and let Brother Li do his work with peace of mind."
Li Chuan didn't want to hear any more. He said, "Director Wen, shall we start now?"
"Okay." Wen Guying immediately sat down where Leopard and Snake had been.
The secret room, which had become a little noisy due to the dispute between the two heads of Wen Guying and Wang, suddenly became quiet.
After Li Chuan took two deep breaths, he continued to activate the Tianyin Pot.
The faint breeze gently touched his face.
Soon, he saw the familiar thin line. This time I waited a long time for the moment of stillness. Just when I was about to reach out, the thin thread seemed to be moved by some force.
It is Wen Guying's sea of consciousness that is moving.
Li Chuan looked intently and saw that his sea of consciousness was moving, as if he was trying to disconnect from the thin thread. He had a vague guess in his mind. For high-level monks, they were not completely immune to burning incense. Maybe given some time and some clues, they would be able to disconnect from the Heart Abyss on their own.
That's why Zerg keeps an eye on these young monks who join the Xuantai Spiritual Light Society.
He waited for a while, and finally figured out the time when stillness would appear. When stillness appeared again, he immediately cut off the thin thread, and ripples covered it, but he still felt the strength to resist.
Not good.
Li Chuan let go of his hand little by little, and finally saw layers of ripples appearing on the edge of the sea of consciousness.
Wen Guying's face was dripping with sweat.
"What's going on now?" Headmaster Wang sounded anxious.
Elder Qingzong said: "He is trying his best to control the sea of consciousness and not to counterattack Li Chuan's actions."
Gong Wuguang also saw it and said: "It is probably difficult for other disciples to control it so well. It is better to let Xueli cast spells to make them fall into a dream, so that Li Chuan can do what he wants."
Elder Qingzong agreed and said, "I think it's okay."
After about a stick of incense, Li Chuan stopped.
Not long after, Wen Guying also opened his eyes and thanked Li Chuan weakly: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Li."
Before Li Chuan could say anything, Head Wang said, "It's my turn next."
He took the initiative to change to Wen Guying's position.
Li Chuan didn't say much and activated the Tianyin Pot again. This time Li Chuan did not feel the power of resistance, and the connection between the thin thread and the sea of consciousness seemed to be the same as that of a leopard demon and a snake demon. I don’t know if it’s because Master Wang’s cultivation level is higher and he has stronger control over the sea of consciousness, or there are other reasons.
Soon, Leader Wang's thin thread was also pinched.
Before Li Chuan could recover his mind, he heard the voice of the headmaster Wang, saying: "I didn't feel anything strange in the sea of consciousness before, but now it's back to normal, but I can feel some abnormalities before."
Leader Wang described his feelings in detail: "Although I felt that I was not under control before and my mind was still there, I would feel a sense of lethargy. Now I have regained my clarity."
He also thanked Li Chuan and said, "Brother Li, fortunately you are here, otherwise I don't know when, I wouldn't be who I am."
After Li Chuan said a few polite words, he told what he had discovered.
Everyone looked at Wen Guying.
Wen Guying thought about it carefully and said, "Maybe it's because of the realm?"
"It's possible." Headmaster Wang confirmed Wen Guying's guess and said, "Although my cultivation has been growing continuously over the past few hundred years, my realm has been stagnant for a long time, and I am far less tenacious than fellow Daoist Wen."
Elder Qingzong said thoughtfully: "I originally thought that the White Walkers came from the abyss of the heart and were products of the laws of higher dimensions, which is why so many monks fell into the path without knowing it. But now it seems that it may not be the case. It’s not so high that we can’t reach it or touch it.”
"Have you thought of a way to deal with it?" Headmaster Wang asked.
"With direction, there is hope." Elder Qingzong asked Li Chuan: "How are you now? Can you continue?"
"Okay." Li Chuan said.
"Then let us know and let them all come over," Elder Qingzong looked around and said, "Let's go to a more spacious place."
So Headmaster Wang arranged for Li Chuan to rest in a secret room while they went to summon the monks.
Li Chuan sat for a while, ate a fairy peach, walked around the secret room twice, admired the runes, took out the Tianyin pot, knocked twice and listened for a sound.
Finally, I felt a little bored, so I put together a chair and lay down on it.
Lying down, I felt I couldn't sleep. I opened my eyes and looked at the talisman patterns on the top of my head that were not windy. I felt something in my heart.
The sword energy left by the unknown monk in Xuanshui Mountain, the immortal's pursuit order for the Shuangyemen, Su Niang who was in a state of disbelief in Guan Zhongqiu... It seems that there is a person, or maybe a group of people, sniping at the White Walkers' actions.
And what about him?
He recalled an incident that happened after crossing over, a person he met, and everything started from the "Pattern Sutra".
Feeling the book on my chest, perhaps the mission of the heirs of "The Classic of Patterns" is not to follow the path of "The Classic of Patterns", but...
He then remembered what Little Mouse had said, that "The Classic of Patterns" was not written by Tian Su, but "The First Book". Maybe this book is a relic left by someone in another timeline to this world.
Thinking of this, his chest felt a little hot. He wanted to call out the little mouse and have a few words, but he felt that the time was not right.
The patterns on the runes on the top continued to intersect before his eyes, and his eyelids became heavy.
I don’t think about it anymore, I have to cut the cord later.
…
Leader Wang and others stood on the flat ground outside the mountain peak, waiting for the disciples to arrive.
After chatting for a while about the White Walkers, Elder Qingzong suddenly said: "Li Chuan has a good character, but his understanding is too low."
Gong Wuguang retorted: "My understanding is acceptable."
Elder Qingzong shook his head, "Master Gong, there is no monk like him who can worship in Xuanmen. It took us several turns to teach him before he understood the function of the Consciousness Sea."
"Doesn't he still understand?" Gong Wuguang continued to retort, "Although there are many things to understand when cultivating immortality, if you practice day and night, it will take a hundred or two hundred years to understand. After that, just look at His character has improved. Li Chuan is magnanimous, has a thirst for knowledge, and can make many good friends. If he cultivates immortality, his progress may be very slow at first, but after a thousand years, his character will make him catch up."
Headmaster Wang also agreed with Gong Wuguang's words, saying: "His achievements will only come after a thousand years."
"It may be difficult to practice day and night." Wen Guying knew Li Chuan's nature well.
"Then...it won't be more than 1,500 years." Head Wang calculated.
"He only has eighty years." Elder Zhu said with regret in his tone.
"Not necessarily," Gong Wuguang retorted again, "The Pattern Sutra points directly to the source. If his path is right, eighty years might be enough."
(End of chapter)
