Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

the other side.

In the prison dormitory.

Zhang Yang woke up very early, or rather, he didn't sleep at all.

Although he complained that the system gave him some crap, but he had to say that since he had already got it, he naturally couldn't waste it.

In addition to the knowledge about various talismans, this book of talismans obtained by signing in also contains a lot of knowledge about how to cultivate Taoism.

But Zhang Yang didn't think it was strange, after all, it was already made clear at the beginning of this book that if one wanted to write enough talismans to subdue demons, one had to be qualified to write the talismans.

The talisman is a thing that writes words and mantras. It uses pens and ink, but it is also the cultivation base and aura of the person who wrote the talisman.

Human beings are born with spirits, and it is easier than other creations to communicate with all things in the world, and absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth for their own use. This is the so-called cultivation of Taoism.

The talisman is a means that people can only use after they have cultivated to a certain stage.

The person who wrote the talisman attached his aura to these thin pages of yellow paper, and the written incantations were the keys to cast various types of spells.

Of course, this is not over yet. In order to use these talismans, you need not only sufficient cultivation, but also your own spiritual power to communicate with the person who wrote the talismans. Only by finding the right method can you use these keys.

Therefore, most of the talismans written by people are self-sufficient, and they can be of the greatest use in their own hands.

Of course, these are all things in the later stage. What Zhang Yang did last night was just the most basic thing of Taoism, meditation.

Perhaps it was because this world was different from his original world. According to the method written in the book, after closing his eyes and meditating for a while, he could already feel the flow of breath around him.

After one night, although he failed to find the method to enter the country through meditation as written in the book, at least it was not in vain, he found some feeling, at least he reached the state of meditation.

Meditation is actually no different from sleeping, except that during meditation, the brain can still remain awake, and people can freely manipulate the aura in their bodies.

This is the most basic state of a cultivator. First enter meditation, then enter meditation, and finally enter the country. Zhang Yang has already begun to explore the method of entering meditation in just one night.

"Jingle Bell……"

What made him open his eyes again was the loud wake-up bell played from the loudspeaker.

Zhang Yang felt a little dissatisfied, but he had no reason to complain. He just opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, then got off the bed and stretched himself.

After a simple wash, it's time to eat.

The management in the prison was very strict, so no one dared to sleep in, and everyone lined up to go to the restaurant.

He was meditating last night, and he always felt as if he had found a trick.

But when the breath of his whole body was circulating, it seemed that something was hindering him, making him unable to enter the samadhi smoothly.

After eating, it's time to do exercises.

On the way to the playground, he kept his head down, closed his eyes slightly, and carefully thought about whether there was something wrong with his luck. After much deliberation, he only thought of one possibility.

"Cultivation requires a strong enough body. I had bad luck last night. Could it be because the original owner of this body is a dead house and lacks exercise?"

"Ding! The host is extremely witty, congratulations on your guess!"

Suddenly, he heard a system beep in his head.

For some reason, he could hear a hint of ridicule in this emotionless mechanical voice.

He was stunned for a moment, and cursed in his heart: "I am super, are you a supernatural check-in system or a supernatural event? Why are you so scary?"

The voice of the system is emotionless, but the sentences are like Taobao customer service, polite and useless.

"In order to prevent you from getting the baby but not using it, the after-sales service of the system is very good!"

In place?Is this still in place?

Zhang Yang pursed his lips: "If it's really in place, then you can give me something substantial. It's just something for catching ghosts, I haven't even seen a ghost yet, hey!"

"The things the host draws are all based on luck, and the system cannot interfere."

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, thinking that I knew it.

The thoughts in his heart remained unchanged, but the system stopped answering his words, so he walked to the playground, found his place, and heard several people walking with him start whispering.

"Wow, did someone commit another crime last night? Why are people watching the exercise today? It shouldn't be."

"I seem to have heard some rumors. The day before yesterday, Wu Zhi claimed that he had bumped into a female monster. Last night, he was noisy and noisy, and he refused to sleep."

"It is estimated that this time he pissed off the prison guards, so I plan to come and take special care of him today."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang raised his head, only then did he realize that there were indeed many more people around this time than usual.

It is said to be doing exercises, but in fact it is to let them make gestures in the open space. Usually, no one is watching. Zhang Yang always thought that this was half a free time.

To this day, there are prison guards around, and the inmates, who had been messed up before, are actually making gestures.

Only then did he realize that this set of exercises was no different from what he did in school.

"Hello! Your name is Zhang Yang, right? Hurry up and start doing exercises. If you are caught, you will be fined for running laps!"

Suddenly, the inmate who was whispering next to Zhang Yang just now patted him on the shoulder.

He nodded as a thank you, and hurriedly made gestures along with him.

While stretching his muscles and bones, he glanced around.

The few prison guards who came out today are all familiar faces, and one of them was asked about him yesterday.

To be precise, it was him who was leading a group of people standing in the corner, their eyes kept searching, as if they were looking for something.

This Wu sign can really do it. After harassing myself, I dare to harass the prison guards. It's really daring.

While thinking this way, Zhang Yang suddenly noticed that the prison guards not far away seemed to be focusing on him.

After meeting the eyes of the leading prison guard, he quickly looked away.

No, what happened to the prison guard's eyes just now?Could it be that they are looking for trouble for themselves?
Zhang Yang quickly began to think about whether he had done anything wrong in the past two days.

But he didn't think he had anything worth noting except for saying a few more words during the ghost movie show yesterday.

He forcibly focused his attention elsewhere, but his peripheral vision couldn't help drifting in the direction of those prison guards.

I saw them whispering to each other for a while, as if they had said something, they suddenly took a step forward.

Zhang Yang quickly searched around for a while, and after finding that Wu Zhi was not far away from him, he began to comfort himself.

Definitely an illusion, definitely, definitely an illusion!

"Young man, I remember your name is Zhang Yang, right?"