When I practiced before, I didn't feel tired at all. Instead, I felt it was endless fun. I really wanted to keep practicing until the end of time.
But once it stops, I am immediately exhausted and want to pass out immediately, as if all my strength and spirit have been drained away.
This is in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple. If it were outside, the situation would be very dangerous.
What's more important is that when your body is so tired, you still continue to practice without warning.
This is definitely against the norm.
When you have reached your own level of cultivation, your body will already have spontaneous intuition, and will issue a warning if something goes wrong.
This mentality actually blocked this warning.
The more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong.
Chu Ling asked: "Is this magic power?"
Fakong pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "It does have the effect of deceiving the mind. It should be regarded as a magic skill."
"Then can we still practice?" Chu Ling asked.
Fakong smiled: "If I said I couldn't practice, you wouldn't be willing to do it, right?"
"If it's really a magic skill, then I won't practice it." Chu Ling looked at Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang: "Really?"
Zhou Yang said: "As long as my uncle is here, what about the magic power!"
Zhou Yu shook his head.
If it is a magic skill, it is indeed better not to practice it.
This magic power is different from the magic power of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and has a stronger impact on the mind.
If you are addicted to it at the beginning, and if you practice it for a long time, you will no longer be able to control yourself, and you will definitely get stuck in it and be unable to extricate yourself.
Once you are unable to extricate yourself, it is likely to endanger your body and mind, causing great damage, ranging from going crazy to being possessed, to dying at worst.
Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong: "Master, can we continue practicing?"
Fakong said: "It originally had a method of restraint. It is this ball. Once its power is exhausted, it will naturally interrupt the practice."
The four of them looked at the ball.
The reason they have been able to practice for so long is because once the power of the ball is exhausted, it is immediately replenished.
They kept consuming and replenishing, causing them to keep practicing, and finally stopped when they couldn't support it any longer.
Without replenishment, they would have stopped long ago.
"It turns out that the ball is a means of restraint." Xu Qingluo said with a smile, "It's really exquisite."
"Is it a coincidence?" Zhou Yang said.
Chu Ling nodded.
She also thought it was a coincidence.
But this also shows the miracle of creation of heaven and earth. The shortcomings of the round ball just offset the shortcomings of this mental method, which is a masterpiece of heaven.
Therefore, this mental technique must be practiced and must not be missed.
Fakong said: "For the time being, it doesn't seem to be a serious problem."
"Then let's practice quickly." Zhou Yang said hurriedly.
At this moment, his kung fu has recovered, he is full of energy, his eyes are shining, and he can't wait to continue practicing.
Fakong said: "Practice again tomorrow. Let's try to figure it out today and think carefully about the insights of cultivation."
"...Okay." Zhou Yang agreed helplessly.
Since Fakong has spoken, he must listen.
When the four of them turned to leave, Chu Ling did not leave. She turned back to Fakong and stared at him.
Fakong said: "Wang Huchen's injury was indeed not caused by me."
Chu Ling snorted and said: "You can obviously let him avoid it, why don't you think of ways to let him avoid it?"
Fakong smiled.
Chu Ling said: "I believe it's not you, but where is your father? Why do you have to test your father's patience?!"
Wang Huchen's injury must not have been caused by Fakong. He didn't bother to be a person who went back on his word.
But I believe this, what about my father?
How suspicious is your father?
Fakong said: "The emperor is more patient than you think."
Chu Ling said angrily: "How can my father have any patience? Do you have to force me to take action?"
She has been very angry since hearing the news last night. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt that Fakong's move was too inappropriate.
After much thought, she felt that Fa Kong's move would anger Chu Xiong.
Fakong raised his eyebrows: "The emperor wants to take action?"
"If this continues, it's hard to say!" Chu Ling snorted.
Fakong looked at her.
Chu Ling suddenly sighed.
Fakong smiled and said, "You can't hide your words. Just say everything you have to say."
She couldn't hide her words and emotions, and her impatience was immediately apparent.
Chu Ling sighed: "My father is very sensitive to your actions. He may take the smallest thing seriously, causing his mood to become unstable."
She felt that Chu Xiong was a little crazy.
I was too nervous about Fakong's affairs. I had to investigate and investigate, study and study, and think over and over again about every little thing.
Making a fuss out of molehills and worrying about gains and losses.
She then told Chu Xiong that she didn't need to care so much about Fakong's opinion. He wouldn't mess around anyway. At most, he would just stand aside and watch the fun.
But Chu Xiong shook his head, saying that she was too wishful thinking and had no sense of worry, so she didn't know how to take precautions before they happened.
Because Fakong can see the future, every tiny move in front of him may contain profound meaning and determine the future.
Therefore, it must not be underestimated and cannot be overemphasized.
Chu Ling disagreed very much, feeling that even if he could see the future, everything might not be aimed at the future. He was not that free.
But these words could not move Chu Xiong at all, and they could not even defend Chu Xiong. Chu Xiong criticized him and then kicked him out of the Royal Garden.
She was extremely angry, both at Chu Xiong's stubbornness and at Fakong's arrogance.
Fakong said: "Your Majesty, you think too much. No matter what I do, I will not endanger Da Qian."
"But you didn't tell your father about this at all."
"I said it, does the emperor believe it?"
"...At least he will be a little more stable and not too worried." Chu Ling hesitated and said helplessly.
Fakong smiled.
Chu Ling lowered her shoulders in frustration and sighed: "Yeah..., he won't believe it."
My father only believed what he thought and didn't believe what others said. He couldn't listen to what others said.
This is really frustrating and annoying.
The same goes for Fa Kong.
It's not easy to worry about. It's really hard to be caught in the middle.
Fakong said: "Your trouble is that you think too much and make yourself too tired."
"How could I not think about it!" Chu Ling said: "How could I not feel sad when I see my father working so hard?"
Although my father was so tired, most of it was brought on by himself, but I still wanted to share his worries, help him, and alleviate a little of his troubles.
Fa Kong thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll write a letter to the emperor."
Chu Ling was refreshed.
Fakong said: "Please come over, Your Majesty, and talk about what you are thinking and speak freely."
"It couldn't be better!" Chu Ling was overjoyed: "It should have been like this a long time ago!"
Fakong laughed: "Earlier, the emperor would not listen to my words."
"Then write it quickly." Chu Ling said, "I'll send it over right away."
"Okay." Fakong extended his hand.
Chu Ling hurriedly entered his room, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, quickly polished it, and respectfully presented the Zihao pen.
Fa Kong picked up his pen and wrote a letter.
After a while, he finished writing it, folded it after blowing twice, put it in an envelope and handed it to Chu Ling.
After Chu Ling took it, he immediately disappeared. The next moment, he appeared at the door of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple. The next moment, he had appeared in the center of Suzaku Avenue, and then quickly appeared outside the Humble Administrator's Hall.
Chu Xiong took the letter, opened it, looked at it, and frowned at Chu Ling.
Chu Ling stared at him eagerly: "Father, do you want to meet Fakong?"
"..." Chu Xiong pondered.
Chu Ling hurriedly said: "Let's meet him and listen to what he has to say. We can't keep guessing like this."