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How about practicing more in the evening?
……
Half a month later, the full moon was high in the sky.
In the underground secret room, Chen Mu sat cross-legged holding a delicate jade plate.
The low sound of chanting continued to echo in the secret room.
The black ball in the middle of the jade has grown to the size of a soybean.
Looking closely, it doesn't look like a solid ball, but rather like an extremely deep hole.
And it has a certain strange attraction, which makes you want to immerse yourself in it.
After a long while, Chen Mu came back to his senses and turned to look at the copper kettle drip timer next to him.
At some point, all the water in the small copper pot had drained out.
"At least half an hour!" Chen Mu's scalp felt a little numb.
"Am I practicing this correctly?"
As the Art of Breaking Delusion draws closer to the end, he becomes more and more addicted without realizing it.
Sometimes he would stare at the black ball inside the jade for an entire hour.
"What if I get stuck in it and can't get out..."
Chen Mu shuddered.
"No, we can't be so hasty, we have to take it slow..."
Although the insights gained from proficiency indicate that everything is normal.
But he still didn't dare to practice too fast.
Just like when swimming or diving, people will instinctively close their eyes.
Faced with the technique of breaking delusion that was getting closer and closer to perfection, Chen Mu had an instinctive sense of panic.
"Is this what Mo Wuzhou meant by seeing through illusions? What if we can't see through them..."
"Will it be impossible to master it forever? Or will it be too deep into it to lose consciousness?"
“I don’t know if there is any way to help me get through this.”
He couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time. He lacked basic knowledge in this area.
When I first advanced the Spirit Armor Technique, there didn't seem to be so many problems. I mastered it naturally.
"Let's go to the Sutra Academy tomorrow." Chen Mu scratched his head.
While thinking about tomorrow's schedule, I habitually glanced at the scene from the perspective of the five ghosts.
Then we discovered that in the yellow rice field, a dozen white-striped black rats were frantically gnawing on the yellow rice.
"It's these things again!"
Ever since the yellow sprout rice started growing.
It's okay during the day, but at night there will be many strange beasts of all sizes visiting.
"Start the miasma?" Chen Mu hesitated.
The mountain is no shorter now than it was in Tongtianfang.
At that time, the location was remote and there was no one around. There was only one old man, Hao, within a radius of ten miles.
It’s not like now, when you stand in front of the door of the wooden house, you can turn around and see the lights of your neighbors’ houses.
There was thick smoke in the middle of the night and we would definitely be discovered.
He was always reluctant to take actions that would attract attention.
……
The Sutra Transmission Institute is now located above Lengyuefang and below Lengyuetan.
The octagonal wooden building is gone, replaced by a cave with many passages.
There are fluorescent algae everywhere inside, making it as bright as day.
There are secret passages for ventilation and sea pine for air exchange.
The air is even fresher than outside.
In the deepest part of the cave, there was a semicircular cave. The inner wall was filled with small square holes. Books and scriptures were neatly placed inside.
Chen Mu frowned, put the book back, shook his head and sighed. He did not find any relevant experience on the art of breaking delusion.
“That makes sense.”
Most of the books in the Sutra Academy are aimed at the disciples in the lower academy.
Those who can cultivate spiritual light are rare, let alone break delusion. It is understandable that there is not much relevant information.
……
Three nights later.
Chen Mu woke up from his training with a start, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
The water in the copper kettle dripping water next to it dripped dry again.
Chen Mu couldn't confirm how long he had been lost.
A trance-like feeling of losing the sense of time came over him. Just now, he was attracted by the art of breaking delusion and was unable to extricate himself from it.
"No more practice!"
The insights gained from his proficiency in the gray wall still did not indicate any danger, but he did not dare to continue practicing.
Maybe it will be as easy to master as the Spirit Armor Technique. But what if...
It took a long time to calm down, and Chen Mu inadvertently glanced at the yellow rice field with the five ghosts.
The mood that had just calmed down was suddenly disturbed.
"At least half an acre!" Chen Mu looked unhappy.
While he was immersed in the art of breaking delusion, some strange beast broke in and knocked down and ate half an acre of yellow rice.
"We must get rid of the miasma!"
He had no intention of making money from yellow sprout rice.
But at least you can’t lose money!
……
Next to Lengyuetan Lake, a three-story wooden building is built along the water.
A wooden trestle extends from under the wooden building into the pond, connecting to an octagonal pavilion.
In the pavilion, Song Wuji was sitting on a futon with dark circles under his eyes and a pale face.
Small pimples the size of peanuts kept appearing on his face.
As soon as it appeared, it immediately split into two, then into four, and moved in different directions, as if there were bugs drilling around under the skin.
After a long while, his face regained its composure and Song Wuji opened his eyes. His pale complexion finally showed a slight improvement.
"Why are you sitting so far away? Come here!" Song Wuji looked at Liang Yi in the distance.
Liang Yi shook his head repeatedly, his honest face full of disgust: "It's so scary!"
"What's that look in your eyes! Insects are so cute, how can you be so creepy!" Song Wuji frowned and scolded.
Liang Yi's mouth twitched: "Your aesthetic taste... is really unique!"
"That's because you don't know how to appreciate it!" Song Wuji curled his lips: "What's going on in the mountains?"
"Without the deterrence of the Lengyue Toad, the strange beasts are constantly migrating to the Pengyue Mountain." Liang Yi said with a serious face.
"What's the Senate's response?" Song Wuji asked with a frown.
"The Taoist master fought with Master Baita, and his whereabouts are still unknown. The upper house can only defend and dare not act rashly."
"We can't get effective support." Liang Yi looked grim.
After pondering for a while, Song Wuji narrowed his eyes and said, "Send people into the mountains to disperse the strange beasts before they form a group."
"The hunting team is already doing it, but the effect..." Liang Yi shook his head.
Song Wuji glanced at Liang Yi and said, "Force all lower house disciples to enter the mountain in batches and clear out the strange beasts in all directions without any blind spots."
Liang Yi's face changed: "The strength of the lower house disciples is not enough. With this arrangement, the casualties may be considerable."
"When the strange beasts gather in groups, the casualties will be greater." Song Wuji said calmly.
"Since they are destined to die, let them die in a more meaningful way."
……
Two days later, under the wooden corridor.
The square table was filled with dishes.
Roasted, boiled, and cold dishes, there were four large plates of exotic animal meat alone.
Shang Huan held the leg bone of an unknown beast and sucked out its marrow.
"Bengyue Mountain lacks everything except exotic beast meat."
"Eating meat here is much cheaper than in Tongtianfang."
Hearing this, Mr. Hao shook his head and sighed: "I would rather they were more expensive."
"There are always strange beasts attacking the yellow rice fields in the middle of the night."
"Look at the dark circles under my eyes."
"I haven't slept for two days!"
Mr. Hao put down his chopsticks, looking sad: "You don't know, Mr. Li just hit..."