One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 389 Listen

Once, twice, three times, four times.

After five, six, seven, and eight times, he began to sit down, slowly feeling and experiencing it carefully.

He no longer thought about escaping from here, or to be more precise, he was no longer so eager to leave.

People never admit defeat, but they also have to accept their fate.

Zhao Fuyun was of course unwilling to admit defeat. He had also read a book on fate which said, "We know our fate but do not accept it. The body may die and the soul may disperse, but this breath cannot disperse."

Zhao Fuyun’s understanding is this person’s ambition.

He can calm down, comprehend, feel, and slowly experience the rhythm and laws of the changes in this space.

There are spatial laws here, which are the great laws.

Zhao Fuyun had heard that there was space but no time in this world. Time was only the result of the change and decay of all things, which formed such a process. People called it the flow of time. In fact, there was no so-called flow of time, but only the natural decay of living things.

As the saying goes, a moment is eternity. Zhao Fuyun once read a book that said time is actually a moment, but it is also eternal, because there is no concept of time, so it is both a moment and eternity.

Zhao Fuyun felt that this sentence was very mysterious, and contained a sense of eternal life and immortality.

Of course, Zhao Fuyun felt a sense of cruelty. He felt that this sentence in the untitled book also contained a kind of irony, which was a satire on those who pursued immortality. He felt that what they pursued was actually just a moment.

Zhao Fuyun also felt that if he could understand the rhyme of the Tao, even a person who had not achieved immortality could turn his life into a moment.

When he put his mind aside from this reverie, he saw a hole in the ground next to him, like an abyss.

He went in again and again, but left the second Yuanying in the room.

In the darkness, he held a lamp and went into the dark cave again and again.

His Dharma thoughts merged with the firelight and felt the void.

After being sent back to the room again and again, he slowly felt the connection.

At this moment, he felt like an ant. In this vast space, he felt that his vision was too short-sighted and he could not see the mystery at all.

The mystery is clearly right in front of us, at our fingertips, but we can't see it or grasp it at all.

But there was no rush. He experienced it again and again, and through the change and refraction of light, he slowly discovered a spiral passage.

He was sure that this was a restriction, and that this restriction was far beyond his understanding.

He felt that this piece of space was folded, and he suddenly had an epiphany that the size of space didn't matter, there was nothing in the space at first. If you build a house, then there is a space for a house; if you put up a cardboard box, then this is a space for a cardboard box. If people who enter it don't realize that they have entered such a place, they will keep wandering in this space.

And they will also think that this space is the real world, so the world is divided into the big world and the small world.

Whether it is a big world or a small world, it is the real world. No matter what form that world takes, it is one aspect of the world.

Everyone has their own face, and the world may appear different because it is cut into different worlds by different things.

For example, in the world where Zhao Fuyun is now, darkness actually occupies most of the world.

If this world now is a part separated from the big world, then the Hall of Rebirth is also the same.

Through the light, he constantly felt the force that could cause the light to twist and turn, and he was sure that it was some kind of restriction. The form of this restriction was like the way people built houses and constructed space.

In his opinion, the restrictions of this Hall of Rebirth were like an ant nest, and every room prevented people from leaving. If they went out of a certain range, they would be brought back to the center of the room.

A sentence suddenly came to his mind: the space seemed to be flowing like a returning breeze, and people were like fallen leaves, moving with the wind.

He sensed and realized it again and again.

When I am tired, I sit there and sleep. Sometimes I wonder if the whole world has stopped and I am alone. Sometimes I wonder if this is just a dream.

Once he fell asleep, he didn't know how long he had slept, because here, he couldn't feel the passage of time.

There were no flowers blooming and falling, no morning dew turning black hair into white hair in the evening, so he didn't know how long he had been here.

He would sleep and wake up, or forget himself in a state of concentration. Occasionally, inspiration for a spell would come, and he would experiment and practice the spell for a while.

It was like he was in seclusion. He was ruminating over the magic theories he had read and gained a lot of inspiration.

In this emptiness and tranquility, the Dharma rhythm in his soul seemed to turn into colorful marks on a piece of white paper.

If we say that the previous Dharma rhymes were like rays of light in his heart, then so many Dharma rhymes intertwined together, just like the lights intertwined together to form colorful clouds, which would make his soul feel full, filling his heart, intertwined together, making it difficult for people to sort out for a while. The colorful colors were all in his heart, and all the colors were entangled, and only one color could be seen.

Many people have acquired the rhythm of the Dharma, and have further understood the nature of the Dharma, and then combined it with other things to construct a series of magic spells.

But now, these brilliant colors, under his peaceful heart, have lost their brilliance and formed symbols in his heart.

These symbols looked like ancient characters, or some kind of ancient hieroglyphics.

It was like the cloud patterns in his blood, combined with his own Dharma nature, at this moment, in his heart, forming unique cloud patterns, which were like pencil doodles.

At first glance, it may not seem like much, but the double shadows and the varying shades of lines all have mysterious meanings.

This made him clearer and more aware of the nature of the Dharma.

He began to ponder them one by one and to understand the meaning of the Dharma again.

The appearance of some of the runes surprised him, because he saw the cloud pattern representing the Lingxi disaster avoidance method.

He had learned the Lingxi disaster avoidance method a long time ago, but since he learned it, this spell has become like a passive spell, forming a passive ability in him.

If he wanted to actively practice, he could only take the initiative to experience danger. As his practice level improved, ordinary dangers would not be able to trigger his spiritual disaster avoidance method.

After entering Hesheng City, I felt the danger in my heart, but it was only a vague feeling, not clear, and I didn't know how to avoid it or how to give way.

Once it becomes clear, the danger is already right in front of you and there is no way to avoid it.

That rune was the profile of a person in the shadows who seemed to be listening. He felt that it looked a bit like his own outline, but a closer look aroused a sense of strangeness in his heart.

It was a profile image of a man listening with his ear tilted, when his mind was focused on that rune.

It seemed that he suddenly heard some inexplicable sounds in his originally silent ears.

It's like hearing it, but it's not like hearing it.

Is danger audible?
He thought of the word "listening to the force". Some people listen to the wind, the rain and the falling snow. Of course, these all have sounds.

So does danger actually also make a sound?
Will there be a sound when a spell is cast? He couldn't tell. He could hear some spells, but some spells were silent, yet he could hear them. This kind of hearing was not with the ears, but with the heart. This was feeling.

And now, he heard voices from the darkness, and these voices seemed to be imprinted directly into his heart.

There was wind, rain, what seemed like falling snow, and even the sound of plants growing, but he felt that these were not real, so he heard "words" among those various sounds.

This kind of "words" is like a flash of inspiration that comes from a telepathic connection.

At first it just sounded like countless people whispering, but when he focused his attention on one voice, that voice quickly became clear.

This is someone performing a sacrifice.

Moreover, this sacrifice is not a simple sacrifice, but a ceremony to invite gods.

He didn't understand at first, but after concentrating his attention, he could understand it and its meaning.

“…Pray, the Lord of the Black Coffin, who is sleeping in eternal darkness in the Land of the Dead, will come here and take away these sinful souls.…”

The sound of the sacrifice was repeated over and over again. Zhao Fuyun heard it clearly at the same time. At the same time, the stained mirror hanging on the wall was emitting a clear light.

The thing that stained the mirror was burned dry in the flames. When it was washed by the clear light, the mirror surface suddenly became clear, and then he saw a picture appear on the mirror.

There were two men in black robes kneeling there, one old and one young.

In front of them, a ceremony was being performed, with a stick of black incense lit. A small black coffin was placed in the middle, surrounded by straw men, forming a situation where straw men were carrying the coffin.

(End of this chapter)