Humming a little tune and singing when I go out in the morning, the sun is so bright and life is so beautiful.
When I go home at night, the warm breeze blows. The world has not changed, but my mood is completely different.
In just one day, too many things happened and he learned too many secrets. Although he had a renovated brain, Zheng Qing still felt that it was not enough - maybe it was because the brain was refurbished and could not be used.
Not quite used to it yet.
In short, Zheng Qing had a numb feeling in his mind during the whole process, following the yellow lily back to school, finding his dormitory, climbing onto his bed, and burying his head in the pillow.
It's either a blank, it's not too thoughtful, it's just dull.
Maybe it would be better to just sleep. With this simple thought in mind, the young public-funded student drank a sedative, put on an eye mask, forced his thoughts to sink slowly, and reluctantly entered a dream.
In his sleep, he seemed to hear the thunderous roar and the low explosion again; he seemed to see the red light in the sky and the endless white world again.
Then he woke up from his sleep.
The dazzling sunlight shined directly on his face through the glass window, making the young wizard groan softly.
"...Today's sunshine is free..."
"I don't know if Sunshine wants money, but you should save some money for yourself." Fatty Xin's familiar voice sounded from behind Zheng Qing, startling him.
He turned his head very hard, and a greasy, chubby face immediately came into view.
The two faces were almost touching.
"F*ck!!" The young public-funded student screamed, leaning back subconsciously and hitting the desk behind him heavily. "Fat man, who are you trying to scare?! Don't just hide behind others, okay?!... Hiss! It hurts like hell!
Damn it!!"
The hard edge of the table struck the bones, making a tooth-piercing impact. Zheng Qing felt as if his ribs were broken.
Fatty Xin looked at him resentfully.
"Am I scaring you?" He stretched out his stubby finger and tapped the tip of his nose. The strong resentment in his tone burst out, "You sleepwalked at night and drew talismans on my bedside with red eyes all night. I have
What did you say?! Am I scaring you? You scare yourself!"
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was not on the bed, but sitting at the desk in his pajamas.
On the table, a dry daisy is placed sideways in a vase. Under the daisy, a fat cat is curled up with its head resting on its paws, looking at the young wizard curiously; the elves are hanging on the fat cat, worried.
looking at their master.
Across the table, Dr. Xiao Da was holding a notebook and staring at him motionlessly; not far above him, Dylan's head was hanging on the edge of the coffin, also staring at him eagerly.
Behind him, Fatty Xin’s sad and indignant complaint came: “…it was already a hard day’s work correcting the manuscript, but it turned out that I couldn’t sleep well at night… Do you know that you look like an evil ghost when you are sleepwalking? Don’t scare me like this.
Human!"
"More scary than ghosts." Dylan said confidently, "I have seen many evil ghosts, and they are just a little disgusting at best... none of them are so scary."
Zheng Qing swallowed a small mouthful of saliva.
He felt that he needed to smooth things over.
"In other words, I sleepwalked last night?" The young public-funded student stood up, but felt a little dizzy. He immediately sat back down, and his thoughts finally became clearer. "...Is it just that I kept my eyes open and did things unconsciously?"
The three roommates nodded in unison, like chickens pecking at rice.
"...You didn't say anything weird." He confirmed in a low voice.
The roommates shook their heads in unison again.
Zheng Qing breathed a heavy sigh of relief - he almost thought he had said something terrible in his sleep just now - he didn't want to be regarded as a freak by his companions on the first night when he knew the truth.
"It's just sleepwalking. Isn't it that scary?" The young public-funded student waved his hands with an expression that said, "You're making a big deal out of it and don't care." "It's just a sign... Have I ever said that when I was a child, I sleepwalked for one night?
Drawn more than a thousand talismans?"
Xiao Xiao coughed lightly, interrupting the young wizard's self-comfort.
"If you just draw a talisman and write a spell, no one will say anything." He pointed at the small piles of ashes on the table and reminded, "The key is that what you write is not an ordinary spell, and what you draw is not an ordinary talisman.
"
Zheng Qing looked intently.
The gray-white embers are like small graves, big or small, leaving ugly scars on the table. Outside the 'graves', there is Zheng Qing's Dharma book, tightly closed.
"Last night, you suddenly got up in the middle of the night. Without turning on the light, you lay down on the desk and started writing and drawing." Xiao Xiao didn't wait for Zheng Qing to ask and started describing.
"It's just an ordinary meditation talisman drawn with ordinary cinnabar ink, yellow paper, and a brush. But drawing one line and burning another... It's as if those talisman papers are overwhelmed by the power of the pen and can't withstand the infusion of magic power."
As he said this, Xiao Xiao pointed to the smaller 'graves' on the table, indicating that those were the burned talismans.
"After drawing more than a dozen pieces of talisman paper, you seemed a little angry, so you took out a Dharma book from the gray cloth bag and copied incantations on it... At first, you used the soft-cover Dharma book provided by the school for publicly funded students.
, the pen used to copy the spell is an ordinary quill pen. But like the previous talisman papers, after the spell is copied halfway, the spell books will automatically smoke and turn into ashes. "
He pointed at the slightly larger 'graves' on the table.
"I have been burning five or six Dharma books - I guess you don't have a spare Dharma book in your bag now - and finally I used your own Dharma book to copy it down."
Fatty Xin interjected and emphasized, "While I was copying, your Dharma book kept shining brightly and making a creaking sound, as if it was about to explode at any time... Do you think we dare to sleep in that situation?"
"
"It's very possible that when you wake up, you will find that only one of your souls is left, floating in ashes." Dr. Xiao Da said quietly.
"It's not safe in the coffin either." Dylan felt sad.
Zheng Qing carefully looked at his companions, and as expected, he saw thick bags under their eyes.
The young public-sponsored student smiled awkwardly and picked up his Dharma book, "What kind of spell is written in it... I think it will scare you, ha, ha ha..."
When Zheng Qing opened the Dharma book and took a first look at it, he closed it again with a 'pop' sound.
At that moment, he saw countless complex and profound mantras tumbling through the Dharma book, flowing between the pages like living creatures, and the whole body was emitting a frightening dark red light.
Zheng Qing could use his toes to guess that those spells were related to forbidden spells.
Raising his head, he happened to see Dr. Xiao Da's arm slowly retracting.
"I just wanted to remind you that the Dharma book cannot be opened," Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, with a curious expression on his face, "I didn't expect you to be able to open it... But this is understandable, after all.
It's your own Dharma book, the incantation you copied...you just read it, what kind of incantation is in it?"