Experiment record: first day.
Qiao Yuan still maintains his extreme resistance to Daoxian. He is still him. After experiencing life and death, he is still determined.
After practicing, Qiao Yuan's physical fitness has indeed improved and he has returned to his peak physical strength.
According to the practitioners' oral accounts, this so-called torture and recovery is caused by Taoist immortals assisting in cultivation and forcing the body to recover. Therefore, one day's experience is not enough, and the experiment must continue.
...
The next day, Qiao Yuan felt even greater pain, even worse than yesterday.
This time, Zhang Huaiyi did not intervene behind the surveillance camera, but quietly watched the surveillance camera and clenched his fists.
On the third day, Qiao Yuanqiang gritted his teeth, going back and forth between awakening and coma, sometimes crying, sometimes going crazy, hammering the ground with his hands, gradually becoming weak and weak.
Zhang Huaiyi had never seen Qiao Yuan like this before. In his impression, Qiao Yuan always took matters into his own hands.
But after recovering, Qiao Yuan still firmly told Zhang Huaiyi: Resist the Taoist Immortal.
He still maintains his original intention.
On the fourth day, a new way of cultivation was revealed in front of Zhang Huaiyi. He had gall in his mouth, a long rope hung on his head, incense came out of his room, and the needle penetrated his flesh and bones. After only half a sound, the needle seemed to have a spirit, and it went to Qiao Yuan. It was drilling into his body, and whether it was the place where the needle was stuck or the place where the needle was not stuck, it was spinning vigorously. Qiao Yuan only held it in for a moment, and then he couldn't help wailing, with miserable cries, making Qiao Yuan Zhang Huaiyi didn't dare to look directly at the screen, he just wrote notes with muddy handwriting.
On the fifth day, Qiao Yuan was already numb in his daily life. At home, he neither played with his mobile phone nor looked at the computer. He just stared in silence. His health was getting better and better, his skin was getting smoother, and his physique was getting better and better. He was healthy, but he didn't want to move at all. The biggest movement was that his eyes changed from looking out the window to looking at the camera.
"How are you?"
Zhang Huaiyi asked, while Qiao Yuan waited for a long time, showed his signature smile to the camera, and murmured:
"Resist Taoist Immortals."
...
On the sixth day, Qiao Yuan stared steadily into the distance, while Zhang Huaiyi held a water glass in his hand, and both of them were in a daze.
"Zhang Huaiyi."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Zhang Huaiyi straightened the upturned stool, looked around blankly, and finally looked into the camera and murmured:
"What's wrong?"
"I feel fast."
"What's so fast?"
"The Taoist Immortal is about to 'bless' me."
Qiao Ping propped himself up, sat upright from the deformed sofa, and leaned down. Although his body was getting better and better, but under the influence of psychology, his body was still weak from time to time. He was twitching, and he seemed to have lice all over his body, scratching constantly.
Only his eyes have not changed, the arrogance of the world, the pride that refuses to give in.
He is still him.
"Is it the last minute?"
"right."
Qiao Ping said.
Then, he looked at the screen again, licked his lips, and added in a panic:
"Resist Taoist Immortals."
The last period of time was like the last dinner before the interrogation. There were obviously many things I could do, but I was no longer in the mood to experience it. I could only sit in a daze, my head empty, thinking about nothing or thinking about it.
Like a devil's whisper, like a call in the middle of the night.
It is the last deep thought, the reflection before death.
"Um......"
A soft hum interrupted their reverie, and then Qiao Yuan straightened his back, closed his eyes, and pressed his teeth against his body. His body trembled slightly due to fear, but his frown showed his unwavering determination.
Only in the last step, the descriptions of all the practitioners interviewed were surprisingly unified——
“It’s hard to explain, and the way is unclear. Only through personal experience can we understand it clearly.”
"ah!"
Another groan came out, and Qiao Yuan's originally frowning brows relaxed. He clasped his hands together and meditated on the sofa. His face showed a look of confusion and doubt, but in the end it turned into determination. Don't show weakness.
The game was going on quietly in Qiao Yuan's mental consciousness. Zhang Huaiyi stared at the screen closely, but could not see any flaws yet. He could only imagine that Qiao Yuan was enlightening at this moment and was about to meet the Taoist Immortal.
And then?
Qiao Yuan's body fell suddenly. He twitched and his eyes suddenly opened, but his pupils were extremely dilated. Although he looked at the camera, he could see something even weirder.
What is it?
What on earth is it!
Qiao Yuan's extremely distorted face showed happiness and struggle at the same time. He looked at the screen and struggled to utter two words with his twisted mouth.
"Being... righteous..."
Say it, say it!
Zhang Huaiyi threw himself in front of the microphone, tears overflowing without knowing when. He knelt on the ground, grabbed the microphone, and shouted with trembling body:
"Speak out, Qiao Yuan, tell me what exactly you have experienced!!"
"Just one step away!"
"I......"
"Say it!"
The next moment, golden light suddenly shone, covering the entire screen.
The Buddhist sound sounded, and Zhang Huaiyi finally saw Qiao Yuan looking blankly at the camera. Then, golden light shrouded everything from his body, to his head, and finally to his blank face.
The next moment, the golden light disappeared.
Qiao Yuan was still in the same position, sitting blankly on the chair, looking at Zhang Huaiyi through the camera with dull eyes.
"Qiao Yuan, Qiao Yuan?"
"Are you okay? What did you just see?"
This time, Qiao Yuan paused and responded dully:
"I saw... Taoist Immortal?"
Zhang Huaiyi's eyes showed hope. He stood up, bent his upper body, looked at the screen, and said:
"Then what? You saw him and then what?"
If Qiao Yuan can stick to his previous thoughts and express his feelings, then Zhang Huaiyi will have leverage to fight against the practitioners!
Don’t they say that all those who have practiced spiritual practice will never regret it? Doesn’t it mean that all those who have practiced spiritual practice will continue? Now......
A line of clear tears fell from Qiao Yuan's pupils. He smiled coquettishly and looked at Zhang Huaiyi with relief.
"Huaiyi."
"It seems...we were wrong."
Zhang Huaiyi was stunned and only asked:
"What did you say?"
Zhang Huaiyi's eyes widened. He knelt on the screen, very close to the screen. He trembled, trying to find any point in the gap that he was no longer a symbol of Qiao Yuan, but...
He is clearly the same.
His appearance, his behavior, his conversation, everything about him - even his chivalrous eyes.
Nothing has changed.
Became only his original intention.
In the surveillance camera, Qiao Yuan also collapsed.
He covered his head, tears bursting out like a tide, and just repeated one sentence:
"It turns out that we were all wrong, and Taoist Immortal was right."
"All of us should practice Taoism, everyone should practice Taoism!!"
