"Master, you said that I would have a bloody disaster when I went down the mountain, but... but this bloody disaster has passed..."

Feeling the powerful attraction in the sea of ​​consciousness, Fang Yi was already in tears. Now he was just a cultivation level of refining essence into qi. He had been a bit reluctant to try to explore the middle level of the sea of ​​consciousness before, but now he was suddenly sucked into the deep or bottom level of the sea of ​​consciousness. Fang Yi suddenly felt that his life was in danger.

However, the suction force was not transferred by Fang Yi's will. In just a moment of thought, Fang Yi's mental power was sucked into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. As for whether it was deep or bottom, Fang Yi didn't know.

The existence of mental power has never been clearly explained from ancient times to the present. It is like a human mind. Without mental power, it is like a walking corpse.

Just as Fang Yi's mental power was pulled in by the sea of ​​consciousness, Fang Yi's breathing, which was sitting cross-legged, suddenly stopped falling, like a stone statue, whose chest was originally slightly undulating was motionless.

"Well? Why is Xiao Fang's kung fu a little weird?" Sun Lianda, who had been observing Fang Yi, frowned at this moment. Although he could not see the changes in Fang Yi's body, he still felt the difference from what he had just now.

Sun Lianda did not know the Taoist qi cultivation skills. He thought it was the case, but he didn't know that Fang Yi had encountered a great crisis at this time. It was the kind of devilishness mentioned in martial arts novels that could be seriously injured or killed.

"Wuliang, I have only been practicing Taoism for more than ten years. I won't let me ascend to the sky ascend, right?" Fang Yi's thoughts were still turning on those messy thoughts. He was sure that even his master, the old Taoist priest, might not be able to enter the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Is this the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness?"

Fang Yi felt dizzy, and the suction force suddenly disappeared, but Fang Yi found that he seemed to be in the sky above a white fog space, just like his soul left his body when he was hit by a car before, looking down at the boundless white thick fog below.

For some reason, Fang Yi felt an extremely strong sense of crisis in his heart when he observed the white fog below. He was almost certain that if his mental power came into contact with the white fog below, he would probably be swallowed up and would not be left.

"The Three Pure Ones, Wuliang Heavenly Lord, how can I go back?"

At this time, Fang Yi was like an ant hanging on a hot pan, afraid that he would fall down accidentally, which would be a matter of no corpse or a soul. He would just be destroyed. Even if he had the Hall of Rebirth, he would probably have no blessing to enjoy it.

"Didn't it mean that entering the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness will produce great power? I... why can't I feel anything?" Looking at the thick fog below, Fang Yi's mind was always thinking.

"You can't do this. Master said that the more you encounter something, the more you should be calm..." Fang Yiqiang calmed himself down and wanted to enter a state of mind entering into a state of meditation.

"Carry the soul and hold one's mind, can you be free from separation? Can you be soft and can you be a baby?" Fang Yi recited the most skillful since he was a child, so he was naturally the Taoist sutra. In this situation where he could not go up or down, Fang Yi naturally recited the sentences of practicing spiritual power in the Taoist sutra.

"Huh? This...what's going on?"

Just as Fang Yi was reciting the Taoist scriptures, he suddenly found that the thick fog under his mental power suddenly rolled up, and a trace of white fog that he almost couldn't detect actually overflowed into Fang Yi's thoughts.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yi was shocked, but his thoughts seemed to be half locked up and could not move at all. He could only watch the strands of white mist seeping into his own thoughts.

"Hmm? There's no danger..."

After Bai Wu contacted his mental power, Fang Yi, who was uneasy in his heart, found that his mental power was not swallowed up. On the contrary, he only felt an extremely huge and pure force without any consciousness, which was fusion with his mental power.

At the same time, a picture suddenly appeared in Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness. In front of a dilapidated Taoist temple, a baby wrapped in swaddled clothes was crying loudly. After a moment, a tall figure appeared next to the baby and picked him up.

"Master? This... is this Master?" Seeing this scene, Fang Yi's mental power couldn't help but surge. He never expected to see the situation when Master took him in.

When the old Taoist priest took off Nagabala from Fang Yi's neck, Fang Yi was even more sure that this was the scene when the master adopted him, but for some reason it was replayed in his mind.

Not only that, Fang Yi saw that after the old Taoist priest carried him into the Taoist temple, he cooked a pot of millet porridge and fed him carefully, but he peed all over the old Taoist priest with no face.

Seeing his master smiling bitterly and changing himself to a cradle, Fang Yi missed his master extremely, and couldn't help but feel like he wanted to cry. He was so young that he was pulled by his master's shit and urine.

The picture continued, and as time went by, Fang Yi was growing up slowly. Fang Yi saw that he was very sensible when he was two or three years old, and he could listen to whatever his master said, but after he met Fatty and the others at the age of three or four, he became naughty.

When he was five years old, Fang Yi dared to catch a poisonous snake from the mountain to remove his teeth, and then secretly placed the toothless poisonous snake under the cushion where his master was sitting in Qi refining, or put a frog in the jar where his master brushed his teeth, and he would do some pranks every day.

Although these pranks were not successful in front of the master once, Fang Yi still enjoyed it. It was not until he was seven or eight years old that Fang Yi stopped this kind of game because at this time his master had allowed him to enter the mountains and forests alone.

Scenes flashed through Fang Yi's spiritual consciousness. As long as Fang Yi saw it with his own experience, there was almost no omission. Those memories that had long been forgotten by Fang Yi appeared in his mind again.

"This... what's going on?" As time went by, Fang Yi saw the scene of himself growing up, and these memories became deeper, but he relived them uncontrollably.

"By the way, why didn't I have the scene before being adopted by my master?"

Fang Yi suddenly felt aroused. Although he had never hoped to find his parents, Fang Yi felt very sorry for having this opportunity. The memories replayed in his mind were just picking up himself from the master in front of the Taoist temple.

"Can you only have memories of the pictures you see with your own eyes?" Fang Yi kept turning over the past, and a trace of enlightenment arose in his heart, but he was still confused.

"Wuliang Tianzun, this... is not scientific..." Looking at these pictures did not delay Fang Yi's thinking. If consciousness also had a face, then Fang Yi must be smiling bitterly at this moment.

Fang Yi has read a popular science book that Fatty brought up the mountain. The book said that humans have almost no memory of before the age of three, only some extremely profound fragments that will give humans a little impression when they grow up.

But Fang Yi believed that no matter how profound his impression was, he would not have a consciousness a few days after his birth. What he saw in front of him was like time going backwards, reenacting his life for more than ten years.

Even the situation where Fang Yi was hit by a car and his soul left his body was reflected in the picture. However, at this moment, Fang Yi suddenly felt that the white mist-shaped substance had been integrated with his mental power. The picture suddenly stopped falling, and the blackness in front of him, Fang Yi's thoughts were thrown out from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.

"I... am not dead? Also... not assassinated?" Almost instantly, Fang Yi noticed the existence of his body, which made him suddenly excited. If he was imprisoned in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, it would be better than death.

"Is your body okay?"

After regaining control of his body, Fang Yi quickly circulated his internal energy and walked into the Zhoutian. This time he did not dare to run the Great Zhoutian again through the sea of ​​consciousness, but walked a small Zhoutian, just a rough check.

"Fortunately, my body's soreness has improved a little, but it may take two days to recover completely..."

After walking a small Zhoutian, Fang Yi felt relieved, but he felt a little disappointed deep in Fang Yi's heart, because according to Taoist scriptures, even if he enters the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness, even those who can retreat after entering the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness will have some great abilities.

But no matter how Fang Yi activates his internal energy, he did not notice any changes in his body. Even the acupoints that were not smooth in the past were not opened, and his mental power, which had a trace of white mist, was not much stronger than before.

In other words, Fang Yi's journey to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be a waste of time, except for fear. Of course, if you want to gain something, it would be that Fang Yi watched the first free movie and relived his life for more than ten years.

But what Fang Yi didn't know was that there were still changes. After his mental power returned to his body, the white mist that had been integrated into Fang Yi's mental power quietly overflowed into Fang Yi's body, but Fang Yi's current cultivation level could not be detected.

"Do you go around the sea of ​​consciousness and see if you can be sucked in again?" Fang Yi thought turned to his mind. He had just recovered from the scar and forgot the pain. In a different mind, he condensed his consciousness next to the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Can't get in?" Fang Yi, who had already done so that he was sucked in, found that the suction force had not appeared, which made Fang Yi feel relieved. It seemed that he could run the Great Circle normally in the future.

"Fang Yi, Fang Yi, wake up..." Just as Fang Yi put his internal energy into his dantian and returned to his position, the fat man's shout came from his ears, and his eyelids flipped slightly, and Fang Yi opened his eyes.

"Hmm? What's going on? Fatty, why are you pulling the doctor?" Fang Yi opened his eyes and saw the fat man pulling the doctor's arm, still shouting his name in his mouth.

"You kid has been sitting for about ten hours and can't wake up even if you shout. The doctor wants to take you for a checkup, but I didn't let him touch you..."

The fat man grew up with Fang Yi, so he naturally knew that Taoism could not be disturbed when refining Qi, so although the doctor said that Fang Yi's breathing was very weak and he had to be rescued, the fat man stopped him in front of the hospital bed and did not let the doctor move Fang Yi.

"More than ten hours have passed?"
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