Liang De stared at the hockey puck for a while and said:
"Director Dong, if I turned it over, can I still turn it back?"
Dong Cunzhen brought the overturned wine glass to his mouth and drank half of the whiskey that was still about three fingers high.
He put his fingers into the cup with the mouth facing down and shook it. The wine and ice balls above remained unmoved, as if they were restrained there by an invisible force. No matter how tilted and shaken, not a drop of water spilled out.
come out.
But in Liang De's warrior spirit, there is no extraordinary power attached to the wine glass.
"See, it doesn't need a shell.
Because of your natural body structure, you are used to imagining the spiritual ‘I’ as a similar thing, with a tough and solid outer shell and a soft and fragile inside, but is it really like that?
What this forging is about is breaking the shell in your imagination. In fact, you don’t have any shell at all. What the forging will change is the way you interact with the outside world.
Inside and outside are just a metaphor.
I mention this metaphor to give you a handhold. If you keep this imagination, you will not be at a loss in the process of being forged.
Your life form has long been separated from the limitations of your body structure. The new interaction mode may be more suitable for you now, so why bother to turn it over again.
If you still need the shell and the obsession persists, then a new shell will naturally appear."
"I... almost... understand."
Liang De nodded in confusion and said:
"Then how do I cooperate with forging?"
Dong Cunzhen said: "It's very simple. When you hear me calling you later, just say yes.
It’s okay to be a little later, but you must answer the call.”
So simple...
"Yes, Director Dong, I am ready and can start at any time."
Liang De sat upright with a firm gaze, completely different from his usual slouched look.
The reason was that he was afraid that it would be too painful for a while, so he subconsciously gritted his teeth.
These days, he has finally seen how hard Dong Cunzhen's disciples can take a beating and how strong their ability to endure pain is.
But when those steel-like muscular guys talk about Mr. Dong, they all tense up unconsciously. The third-year jackal's hair stands on end, and his military uniform is in tatters.
Liang De's determination was weak and he would not run away in the face of battle, but the slight fear before the pain was about to come was difficult to eliminate, just like a primary school student waiting to get a vaccination, he needed to clench his fists and tighten his triceps to cheer himself up.
"Good, very energetic!"
Dong Cunzhen didn't say much. He raised his iron fist and smashed it down, turning Liang De in front of him into a puddle of copper-like liquid material. The dazzling liquid fell from the air and burned on the bar floor made of iron cypress wood.
A deep hole appeared.
He put down his fist and waited for a while, then reached out to scoop up a handful of "copper juice", as if to feel the temperature. After a while, Dong Cunzhen picked up the ice ball on the wine glass, bent down and shouted to the bottom of the hole:
"Liang De!"
The flowing copper liquid and molten iron solidified instantly, and a metallic voice came from the bottom of the cave:
"I am here!"
A small black dot-like hole appeared on the ice ball. Just as the wind blew loudly, a five-color stream of light flew out from the hole in the floor and in an instant it got into the small hole on the top of the ice ball.
There is only some gray-black residue left at the bottom of the hole, which is Liang De's impurities.
During the continuous forging in the past few days, Liang De was inevitably filled with many things that did not belong to him. After this name extraction, what entered the furnace was clean and good material.
Dong Cunzhen casually threw the ice ball upwards with the closed furnace door, and the forge containing Liang De hung in the air and emitted dark blue light, illuminating the rough-looking middle-aged man standing in the shadows behind the bar.
Mo Feisheng poured himself a glass of wine, took out a shell from his sleeve and knocked it on the counter. An old monk the size of a finger came out of the shell, straightened his monk's clothes and said with a smile:
"Mr. Mo's Illusion Sea Teleportation Heart Shell is really amazing. Although I haven't traveled through the world, it feels like I'm immersed in it. It's truly a work of art."
Mo Feisheng said: "The soul of the master is also strong. If it is an ordinary red level in the world, how can it withstand the light of one hundred and twenty-eight Kukai lighthouses."
He discussed the Ten Victories for several days and nights at the flagship temple of North Shaolin on the other side. At first he called him Bald Donkey, then he changed his name to monk. Later, Mo Feisheng realized that the monk did have some unique insights into the turbulence of the sky and the sea, so he changed his title again.
A red-level person in the world can have such knowledge, and he has deep admiration in his heart. If he can be worthy of his promotion, he is certainly worthy of the title of "Master".
The kind-hearted old monk walked under the dark blue ball and looked at it for a while, then said:
"Junior Brother Cunzhen, you control the heat of this forge. In your opinion, how long will it take to refine the karma of Liang De's benefactor?"
Dong Cunzhen said: "Senior Brother Shisheng asked the question incorrectly. Cause and effect are invisible and have no form. I have spent half my life studying Qing Deng and Huang Juan, but I can only catch a few shadows. How can I tell clearly about other people's karma?
"
Monk Shisheng smiled and said: "Junior brother Cunzhen, you can't deceive me. You and Mr. Mo are both extremely confident people. If you are not sure, you will not take action."
Mo Feisheng looked at the wine in the glass and said: "You have some confidence in me, but in the end it depends on whether he has the fate."
"I see."
"Senior brother, it's boring to just wait around. Why don't you have a drink? This avatar should be able to drink."
"Sin, sin, then have a glass of Bloody Buddha."
…
In the forge, Liang De, who was beaten into a liquid state, gradually became conscious.
He returned to his appearance with arms and legs, but he didn't know where he was.
Looking around, there is a dense mist of fragrance all around, as if we are in a Buddhist-themed aromatherapy sauna.
Liang De called Director Dong several times but no one answered, so he pushed aside the fragrance mist in front of his eyes and slowly explored forward.
He felt something was wrong with him, but he didn't know what was wrong.
It seems that something has been lost, and something has been gained.
As he walked, he would always fall into a trance. Sometimes he felt that he was walking, sometimes he felt that the place he walked was him, sometimes he felt that he was always walking forward, and sometimes he felt that he was always spinning in circles.
I don't know how long it took, but when Liang De woke up from his trance again, he found that there were no people and no road left.
There are only three door-like things standing... inside me?
Liang De was in a daze again, and a door fell forward, trapping him inside.
No, if the door is inside me, how can the door frame me?
Before Liang De had time to think about this question carefully, his sudden recovery of vision and the city night view that hit him made him freeze on the spot.
He lowered his head and saw a pair of red and black sneakers. He reached out and pulled up the hem of his shirt and saw that it was a No. 23 jersey.
Liang De took a few steps back and looked up. More than ten meters away, a Korean fried chicken restaurant was open.
The glass door of the fried chicken restaurant is clean and you can see everything inside.
There are still a lot of fried chicken in the insulated display cabinet. Next to the display cabinet is a desktop cash register. Standing next to the cash register...