Chapter 1022

The author of the letter pointed out: the shackles of Dantian are the most difficult and the easiest to get through.

Because Dantian is just a sea of Qi, unable to borrow, all rely on the spirit to get through, so the most difficult; But just because there are only Qihai and no cells in the body, there is no need to strengthen the cells, which is also the simplest.

The symbol of Dantian Chengdan is that the whole atmosphere of Dantian condenses into a round golden elixir. If the ground vibrates a little, it will trigger the reaction of the sphere.

This is the principle of the cicada's foresight before the autumn wind moves. The danger from the outside stimulates the elixir's mental power to form a golden elixir, which makes the golden elixir produce a reaction similar to a whim.

So as to detect the danger seconds, minutes, even hours in advance.

Practice to the highest depth, as long as someone secretly plot hidden harm, have autumn wind did not move cicada foresight ability, you can feel.

It's amazing.

Looking at the words recorded in the letter, Wang Yong felt itchy.

He really wants to practice now.

But it's hard to resist.

After all, it's working time now. It's OK to read, but it's too much to practice.

After reading the rest of the notes, the author said that it was too late for him to realize this. Now he is over 60 years old, and has already passed the best age of double cultivation of life.

Even if he began to practice mental power now, it would be very difficult for him to use mental power to strengthen cells. Because his body cells have entered the aging stage, God left him little time.

He concluded that the best age for practice was 16. At this age, I began to practice mental energy, and I would not be consumed by mental energy because of too weak body. At the same time, children of this age are also the most active, which is a good time to practice.

The further back, the worse the effect. The elderly without physical foundation should be more cautious. Mental energy consumes a lot of Qi and blood. Many old people who begin to study Buddhism and Taoism often die earlier than normal old people. That's why.

Wang Yong feels his nose regretfully. He is 22 years old now, six years over. However, compared with the writer, Wang Yong still has enough age advantage.

If the author's theory is correct, I believe that Wang Yong can at least walk out a wider road than this author.

The only thing that worries Wang Yong is that no one knows whether the road pointed out by the author is a smooth road or a cliff.

It's like walking on a mountain road in the dark. You can't see your fingers. You can only probe the ground with your feet a little bit. When you find a place hanging in the air, no one knows whether it's a small slope or a cliff.

Wang Yong dare not gamble.

Therefore, Wang Yong is only going to practice the ability of the cicada's foresight before the autumn wind moves, and the rest are not going to imitate.

"Younger martial brother, it's getting late《 The canon of Chinese studies is nearly finished. Can we go back to rest earlier? " At this time, Qin Zheng manipulated the wheelchair to come to Wang Yong and asked.

Looking at the sky outside, Wang Yong found that it was really late, and there was a heavy cloud falling down in the distance. It seemed that there would be a heavy rain soon.

Wang Yong nodded: "OK, no one will work overtime today. Let's go back and have a rest. I haven't finished sorting out a little bit. I'll leave when I finish. "

After hearing the speech, they sorted out the work at hand, said hello to Wang Yong and left one after another.

This period of time is really tired. Everyone expects to have a cool sleep on such rainy days.

Soon, there was only Wang Yong left in the office.

Wang Yong's reading of "Da Dao Bai Suo Ge" was delayed for some time, so he had to make up for the work he had left behind.

Boom, the window sounded low thunder, faint lightning flickering in the night sky, it seems that this rain is inevitable.

"Miss Wang, haven't you left yet?" When the guard of the museum saw that Wang Yong's room was still on, he asked.

Wang Yong said with a smile: "I'll leave soon. I'll trouble you to open the door later."

"Little things. It hasn't rained for a long time. It should rain a lot this time. Mr. Wang, don't work too late, or it will be difficult to go back to the hotel. And... "The guard stopped talking.

"And what?"

"Well, Mr. Wang is not an outsider, so I'll be honest. I have been a doorman here for more than ten years. Normally, the museum is OK, but when it comes to stormy nights, strange things are easy to happen here. Although no one died, he was scared, wasn't he? " Guard road.

Wang Yong was stunned. There was a supernatural phenomenon on a thunderstorm day. Isn't this the only thing in the Forbidden City of Yanjing?

Yanjing Palace Museum has a long history. Emperors lived in all dynasties, and a large number of eunuchs and maidservants died innocently. So the birth of the so-called psychic event is understandable.

But the wanwan Palace Museum was built in the 1960s. Is there a supernatural event in such a new place?

It's a bit too much.

But Wang Yong didn't show any disbelief. After all, the guard was also kind.

"OK, I see. I'll leave as soon as possible." Wang Yongdao.

The guard is gone.

And the rest of Wang Yong, a look at the sky of lightning, buried in work.

Two hours later, Wang Yong finally finished the work at hand. Looking at the time, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the brewing rainstorm for a long time began to really start.

The rain poured down on the ground and soon covered the whole world in the long water vapor.

Even the lights, they're all confused.

Looking at the rainstorm outside, Wang Yong suddenly realized that he had no umbrella.

Helpless, can only stay for a while, wait for the rain to go a little bit smaller.

Idle is also idle, Wang Yong suddenly heart move, decided to practice "Da Dao Bai Suo Ge" in the method.

Wang Yong sat at the door of the office and began to condense Dantian's spiritual power according to the song of Da Dao Bai Suo.

Because of the previous experience, Wang Yong soon entered the state.

However, more than ten minutes later, Wang Yong, who quickly entered the state, was always unable to gather his spiritual strength and form a golden elixir according to the song of Da Dao Bai Suo.

Even a rudimentary rudiment could not be made.

It seems that there is something against Wang Yong in Wang Yong's body, which limits the condensation of Wang Yong's spiritual power.

"Strange." Wang Yong thought, once again calm down, the mind into the elixir, trying to control the formation of spiritual ideas in this.

Who knows, no matter how hard Wang Yong tries, the situation remains the same.

As soon as the mental power gathered together, it was quickly dispersed and disappeared.

It's like Wang Yong mixing flour, but there's a hair dryer underneath, which blows all the flour in pieces and makes it impossible to shape.

"What's wrong? The last time I thought about the flood furnace, I was very successful. Why not this time? " There was a flash of fear in Wang Yong's heart.

Just thinking about it, suddenly a huge light flashed across the sky, illuminating half of the Palace Museum.

Then there's the thunder that's delayed for a few seconds.

Click!

Deafening, with the continuous electric light mixed together, especially shocking.

The thunder is loud, but the rain seems to be small.

The lightning disappeared, leaving only a rain curtain across the door, like a curtain separating the Yin and Yang.

"Gee!"

In the rain, a voice suddenly sounded, such as a Peking Opera actor singing.

It's a pity that I'm not professional and I can still hear the rough male voice.

Wang Yong wakes up from his cultivation.

Looking out the door, there was nothing.

"Is it auditory hallucination?" Wang Yong was puzzled.

The voice just fell, but I heard the voice again.

"It's amazing that people say I'm crazy.

I don't know heaven and earth. I'm going to plough the void.

It's a pity that people call me crazy. These words are the most ridiculous.

I used to drive Xuanji into the center.

It's a pity that people say that I'm deaf, but these words don't make sense.

I don't listen to the world. The mines vibrate and the wind blows.

It's a pity that people say I'm blind. These words are very cunning.

I can see the moon in the sky blind and kill the star

……”

Like poetry, like song, like crazy, like drunk, with a strong unrestrained voice, as if there was a magic, let Wang Yong can't help but stand up, close to the threshold to listen.

"Who is it?" Wang Yong couldn't help but ask.

No one answered, only the sound of the rhyme in the depth of the rain continued.

Wang Yong's face sank slightly. Is this the supernatural event that the guard said?

This building, which has been built for more than 50 years, actually has this kind of situation?

Scientists have given an explanation for the supernatural event of the Yanjing Palace Museum, saying that the palace wall is red and contains ferric oxide, and lightning can be transmitted through ferric oxide. If someone happens to pass by at this time, then the palace wall becomes a video tape with video recording function to record the image of the person passing by. In the future, the appearance of lightning will stimulate the unintentional images recorded on the wall and reproduce the shadow of the ancients.

Is this Palace Museum in wanwan the same principle?

Wang Yong didn't understand.

"It's a pity that people say I'm dizzy. These words are really a village.

When I was stupid and clever, I began to know that there was kindness in harm.

I advise the world not to laugh at me. Your leather bag is not right.

In the end, he is confused in learning, and it is the right result to preserve Taihe. "

The voice came out again and became clearer, just like the singer was approaching Wang Yong.

Wang Yong's back was filled with cool air. The next second, his eyes were like arrows, breaking through the heavy rain curtain and shooting at the source of the sound.

"Play the devil!"

Wang Yong's scolding voice is especially loud in the clattering rain, but it always suppresses the continuous singing of songs.

But Wang Yong, who entered the rain curtain, couldn't find anyone.

"Can't there really be a ghost?" Wang Yong couldn't help shaking his faith.

"No way! Even if there is a ghost, it is just a spiritual body. There's a way to break it. There's nothing to be afraid of! "

Wang Yong's eyes became firm again. Standing in the rain, the spirit of boxing spirit slowly diffused, trying to find the possible ghost and use his great boxing spirit to defeat it.

However, when Wang Yong's fist intention was released, it changed suddenly.