Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

Looking at the hesitant beautiful eyes under the dark eyelashes, as if a stone was thrown into the lake, causing ripples on the lake, Zhao Yi comforted him softly: "Don't worry, think about it slowly, I will give you enough time."

Zhu Guanqi stretched out two fingers, his eyes filled with mist.

"good!"

Zhao Yi smiled: "You need to rest for a few days first, so you don't have to spend all day in the company. When I finish handling the matters at hand, I will teach you the thorny path that is a hundred times more difficult and full of uncertainty than now!"

The extremely difficult mantra technique he wants to teach, and the chanting of mysterious sounds that fit the way of heaven and earth, can cause all kinds of miraculous changes.

The power of mantra is not too rare, and many great masters have learned the Tao without any teachers. They can achieve the effect of speaking the law, but for low-level monks, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!

Only those with a firm Taoist mind can practice it, sincerely understand the Tao of heaven and earth, and keep their souls pure.

In layman's terms, you can't tell lies. Even if it is the smallest lie, you will have doubts in your heart. There is no hiding in front of the great road of heaven and earth. If you believe what you say, it will definitely come true.

Zhu Guanqi was born aphasic. He has never spoken a word since he was born, so naturally he has never told a lie.

But even if he didn't tell a lie, it is extremely difficult to master Zhu Guanqi. The number of people in the universe who can master it in the Mortal Transformation Realm can be counted on one hand. They will all become giants in the future. Zhao Yi only gave one way. , as for the result, it depends on fate.

Moreover, the mantra technique he wanted to teach was far from being as easy as speaking. It required reciting special syllables, which would put a huge burden on the human brain, so Zhu Guanqi was asked to take a good rest for a few days.

The problem of people with congenital aphasia is also easy to solve.

Once you have learned the art of mantra, you can speak words as long as you believe that you can speak.

Zhao Yi didn't stay in the company for long. He said goodbye to Zhu Guanqi, took a taxi back to the prison, and began to retreat on the rooftop.

Five days is not enough time to break through to the realm of the five internal organs, but it is only one step away from practicing the Great Dream Ancient Sutra. As long as the other foot steps into the threshold, you will be able to fight even if you meet a real martial saint!

The night is as dark as ink and dotted with stars

Zhao Yi was wearing a white shirt and sitting cross-legged on a custom-made futon. His breath was deep and steady, as if he was one with heaven and earth.

Days and nights passed, and nothing evolved.

Another day and night passed, not a drop of water or a grain of rice entered, and there was still no change. The yin energy on the rooftop had not lost an iota, and it was as silent as a wooden man.

period.

He Qinghong sent a message, but Zhao Yi didn't move at all. His physical signs dropped to freezing point, and he only breathed every few minutes.

Until late at night on the third day, the space around Zhao Yi began to ripple, as if being affected by some mysterious force, and the entire rooftop was shrouded in hazy light.

As the Yin Qi on the rooftop began to fluctuate violently, it poured into Zhao Yi's eight extraordinary meridians crazily, and then formed and manifested sky-blue bubbles one after another, like dreamy bubbles, shining with strange light.

It seems illusory and ethereal, but also seems to be real.

That was another step into the threshold. One after another, illusory dreams created by Zhao Yi. Through the light sky blue foam, you can see that some of these dreams are as beautiful as fairyland, and some are as terrifying as hell!

No matter how the dream changes, Zhao Yi is always the core.

In the dream, Zhao Yi fought with the ferocious evil dragon, sat opposite the old Taoist priest who was born floating in the sky, knocked the golden Buddha's head, danced with the beautiful fairies in white in the Moon Palace, and rode on the white crane to overlook the Great Xia.

Even Lord Tiger and the White-browed Old Ape appeared, fully demonstrating their fighting prowess in life. Even the Bone Bracelet and the Soul-Destroying Nail were reproduced, and they once again started a fierce battle with Zhao Yi.

In just one round, they were defeated miserably and swept out!

"I used you to increase my combat experience, but now you can't even survive one of my moves!"

Zhao Yi said in the dream, feeling more and more extraordinary about the Great Dream Sutra. As long as there is enough soul power to support it, you can really dream for a hundred years!

Zhao Yi opened his eyes. As he progressed in practicing the Great Dream Sutra, his soul power had at least doubled in strength, covering the entire prison and feeling the breath and movement in every corner.

"Let's dream together!"

Zhao Yi cast the Ancient Dream Sutra, covering thousands of prisoners, and everyone fell into a deep sleep. Their breathing became steady and deep, and they entered the dream created by Zhao Yi.

The prisoner in the dream was very awake, no different from reality, except that the scene was in the workroom, still working on the sewing machine, and slapped his face hard with his hand, without feeling any pain at all.

"What the hell?"

"I have been working on the sewing machine all day during the day. Why am I still working on the sewing machine in my dreams at night?"

"The key point is that it's so real. It's just as tiring as in reality!"

The clothes made by prisoners in the prison are of high quality and low price, and are very popular in the market. The orders are hot all year round, which results in a heavy workload for prisoners. When the special forces come, they have to lie down for three days, and Ultraman's sewing machine has to flash red lights. .

It's hard to stay up until night, but you still can't stop dreaming?

Just commit suicide. You won't die anyway. If you can wake up, you will make money.

Zhao Yi looked at the prisoner who was still forcing himself on Lai Lai even in deep sleep, with a bright smile on his face.

Pick up the phone after him and look at the messages that he has ignored for the past three days.

When he saw the message from He Qinghong, the smile on Zhao Yi's face disappeared: "The golden bell standing in the main hall rang nine times in a row. Abbot Yunhai, who had not come out of seclusion for nine years, officially came out of seclusion three days ago and announced that Taohua Temple would be closed. A ten-day salvation ceremony was held to see off a very virtuous monk."

He also claimed that the culprit who killed the eminent monk was a great demon. He tied his hands and came to Peach Blossom Temple to atone for his sins by facing the wall for fifty years, otherwise he would go down the mountain to slay the demon himself!

Zhao Yi sneered, feeling that Abbot Yunhai was so confident that he might have achieved Arhat status, otherwise why would he be so arrogant: "You slander me as a great devil, do you really think that you are invincible in the world?"

There is another saying in Buddhism about the realm of cultivation. The Arhat fruition position corresponds to the Martial Saint in martial arts.

Although he has not suddenly reached the realm of the five internal organs, he has achieved success in practicing the Great Dream Ancient Sutra, and with the divine whip in his hand, even if he achieves the status of Arhat, he can still be slaughtered!

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he sat cross-legged again and began to consolidate the results.

It is the deepest level of retreat. You continue to hone yourself in the dream state. There is not much interference from the outside world, and you generally will not wake up.

Until the early morning of the fourth day, Zhao Yi had not moved for a long time.

Yan Zhouyi, who was swallowing the moonlight, suddenly appeared outside the rooftop as if he noticed something. The nails on his hands grew rapidly.

The dormant Yuan Shaisheng followed closely and stood next to the ghost bride Yan Zhouyi, holding the dark red sword tightly in his right hand. Both of them stared at the corner in the darkness. There seemed to be something crawling there.