Ronan was sitting on the stone steps, with his paginated notebook on his knees at a comfortable angle. Behind him, the classical auditorium only blocked half of the sunlight, and the lukewarm sunlight was spread side by side with the cool shadows.
He was right at the junction of light and shadow. Facing the slightly complicated light environment, his eyes were half-squinted. The focus coincided with the tip of the pen, and they were drawn together on the paper, showing neat glyphs one by one.
"The respiratory metabolism of heaven and earth is the pattern of heaven and earth; the respiratory metabolism of human body is the pattern of self. To make the tiny 'self-pattern' play a role in the vast 'pattern of heaven and earth', we must not only work together with its big ones, but also
You can see how small it is. It was too rough and too stupid before..."
As he wrote this, he raised his head and looked across the flow of people outside the auditorium. During club activity time, the auditorium, near the south bank embankment, is undoubtedly one of the areas where students gather the most. They span multiple age groups, high and low, big and small, and
Yan men and women come and go, forming a dynamic picture.
If it were ten days ago, Ronan's observations would be turned into a sketch, capturing several unique characters to form the typical characteristics of this place.
If it were three days ago, Ronan would try hard to distinguish the faces, movements, clothes, relationships between everyone in his sight, classify them into categories, and strive to be precise and accurate.
At the moment, Ronan was sitting on the steps of the auditorium. With a quick glance, he selected ten people from the hundreds of people at the bottom of the steps. These ten people were in different positions, both male and female, and they were in different grades and clubs.
Not the same. In the next half minute, it was these ten people who passed Ronan one by one and entered the auditorium.
Compared with the others, these ten people were all closest to Ronan, and there was almost no difference in the order of passing. It was not until the last two that there was a mistake because one of them answered the phone.
"Not bad...80%."
Others can't see it, but Ronan himself knows that every time a person passes by, two meters away, the muscles on his body go through a process of tightening and relaxing, and the pores open and close accordingly.
Make sure that when everyone gets close, he can jump up and react. The momentum is hidden, but the consumption is not small. By the time ten people pass by, he will be sweating lightly and breathing slightly.
.
The physical exertion is so great, and the mental loss is even greater. The 80% accuracy rate is not achieved by luck, but by observing dozens or hundreds of people's eye posture, step direction, location, distance, from large to small, from appearance to
Here and there, pick them out one by one.
This is exactly what the master of the monastery said, "I am the master, and I will reflect on myself and others." He is not a dead thing like a camera, but a living person. Every time he glances at him, he must refer to himself to clarify key information and make judgments.
Prioritize, anticipate, prepare, and react.
Therefore, the practice of "eye aperture" has never been about focusing on the eyes, but a systematic project that takes the eye aperture as the forerunner and integrates the mind, vitality, body, etc. It is a wonderful practice of "moving the whole body with one point".
Ronan spent nearly a week to understand it, and then spent three days to consolidate it. On the tenth day, he was able to get started.
Looking back on the cultivation process, it is really hard to look back. This requires Ronan to maintain a high degree of sensitivity at all times, and any distractions or trances are not allowed.
At first, when he couldn't accurately judge the priority of information, he just felt that his eyes were not used finely enough, and he wished he could copy everything in his field of vision. It seemed that this was not the case, and it was not up to the "hard work" mentioned by the master of the monastery.
"The standard means to concentrate on it all the time, tormenting the mind until all the eyesight and brain power are squeezed out.
Looking back now, Ronan felt that his eyes were sore and swollen, and he reflexively wanted to shed tears, or simply lie down with his eyes closed and take a deep sleep, which was the most enjoyable thing in the world.
When Bai Xinyan saw Ronan like this, she completely canceled the Shuanghe Waterway training. According to her, Xiu Shenyu's torture was more effective than any other consumption. She was afraid that Ronan wouldn't be able to hold on if he kept burning the oil like this.
Dr. Clay, who was on the road, was about to die when he arrived at Xia City.
Ronan now knew that he had taken a detour, but the master of the monastery said lightly that beginners should not be afraid of overdoing it temporarily. "If you want to achieve neutrality, know the extremes first, and then increase or decrease the amount."
Well, Ronan remembers "measurement increases and decreases" throughout his life.
Ronan flipped the notebook forward to the paper-like soft screen side, opened the statistical table, and added the results of this exercise. Then he returned to the diary page and wrote down:
"On October 25th, thousands of people completed the exercise, and the overall success rate was 72.2%. After the middle stage of the group exercise, the success rate was 55.6%; the final stage success rate was 19%..."
After finishing the basic data analysis, Ronan closed his notebook, ignored the strange looks of passers-by around him, took out a medicine bottle, put a drop of eye drops in each eye, and performed a facial massage.
The eye sockets were first filled with coolness, and soon the heat evaporated, and all the power of the medicine penetrated into the eyes, blending with the vitality and moisturizing the functions.
The potion is a secret recipe provided to him by the master of the temple, prepared by Brother Squidward, which can relieve eye fatigue. But then again, overusing his eyes is a sign of his clumsiness.
The human eye is a sophisticated and complex structure. Even if you search every position of the eye in anatomy, you will not find the existence of an "eye aperture".
The so-called eye orifice is actually a special structure formed by the interaction between the eye and its corresponding functions and the spiritual level. It is between virtuality and reality. Only here can the so-called "internal and external penetration, and aura of radiance" be achieved.
It is almost impossible for normal people to have "Eye Aperture". Only with a certain level of cultivation and interference at the spiritual and material levels can it be gradually built up, which is the same routine as the "Shield of Truth".
The Shield of Truth that Ronan experienced was a temporary building, but building the Eye Aperture now is equivalent to building a permanent facility.
Ronan already felt something.
His eyelids drooped, but he could feel a heavy pressure acting on them. The pressure came from Gestalt, which was the impact of his power on the spiritual level on the physical form.
Others practice "creating something out of nothing", but Ronan wants to "change things". He transfers the power trapped in the "my heart is like a prison" format to a controllable level.
After these days of exploration, Ronan felt that "imprisonment" was not entirely correct. It should be said that his soul power entered a processing production line and had to complete the process and become a certain finished product before it could be rolled off the line.
This greatly limits the scope of use - it can be used to tie people up with chains, but it is difficult to use it to embroider.
If Ronan had to mobilize the "raw materials", he would have to break through the barrier of "my heart is like a prison". If he does this first, he will lose everything, and it will continue continuously, which is inefficient.
Because of this, when doing the "Soul Power Activation" exercise at the "simulator" level of Lingbo.com, the effect is so bad.
But now that we are practicing "Eye Aperture", the intermittent supply is not unbearable. This kind of water grinding skill has a material level that carries and responds at all times. It can be said that "a drop of water penetrates the stone". Even if only one drop is transferred every day, it will leave a trace if it is dropped.
, if you do this every day, it will become a depression, which can store water, and then gradually open it up.
What's more, Ronan hasn't been that miserable yet.
Ronan's half-built "eye aperture" is like a pool of water, into which soul power trickles in. As long as it is carefully taken care of to prevent evaporation and leakage, it can become a pond, a lake, or a sea in the long run.
At this point, no need to mention it to the master of the temple, Ronan naturally understood the principle of collecting and storing. He used seven points every day to hide three points. Seven points were used to exercise his eyesight and build structures, and three points were accumulated in it.
When he closed his eyes, it was like a ball rolling in his eye sockets. It seemed cold but not cold, warm but not hot. It was warm but not hot. It was hard to describe how wonderful it was.
Later, it seemed like a ball of light was lighting up in my head. It was still hazy at first, like a candle that was about to go out. But if I work hard every day, I will make progress every day.
There is also a name here, that is, "a heart lamp, a candle illuminates the nine secluded places." The master of the temple said that when the heart lamp reaches down and the internal organs are illuminated, it is considered that the eye aperture is completed.
At this point, the "eye aperture" has indeed set up a platform and has an outline. It is no longer a mirage or the ravings of a madman.
As a result, Ronan didn't like to open his eyes, especially when he was alone. It felt so good to open his eyelids, moisten them with warmth and coolness, and illuminate them with the dim light of a candle.
He was sitting here in silence, not seeing anyone, and not deliberately mentally sensing. However, the pedestrians passing by left vague traces on his body. When he was illuminated by the heart lamp, he stretched forward.
Later, everything is revealed.
So criss-crossed, sometimes Ronan felt like he was like a spider, weaving an invisible web in this wonderful way. All living beings would touch him whenever they passed by, and he would react accordingly.
In contrast, the scope of observation at the spiritual level is larger and the level is deeper, but there is no such direct and pure reaction mechanism.
"……Um?"
Ronan suddenly slumped his shoulders, but it was still a step too late. He was held down by Xue Lei behind him, and the feeling of "spider spinning a web" was instantly shattered - the insect was too big.
"Hey? Did you use telekinesis?"
"No." Ronan's reaction failed and he was a little depressed. He still squinted his eyes and replied angrily.
"Then you can see me coming from behind? It's only been a few days since the lamp of the eyes and the mind illuminates oneself and others! For beginners, the Tongqiao acupoint requires the melting of thoughts, the enlightenment of flesh and blood, and the foundation building for a hundred days... I used it back then.
Two months!”
Seeing Ronan's progress, even Xue Lei was a little jealous.
"This hasn't been successful yet, and I have the foundation..."
"Haha, the museum owner has already said that, even if you have a deep foundation, you are mostly influenced by external dharma, your body is weak, and it is easy to understand, but it is more difficult than normal people to do it. Today is the 25th, within ten days,
You saw the signs, you genius!"
"It's not that exaggerated. I can still use some strength."
Ronan had a "self-knowledge" about this that was difficult for others to understand. Coincidentally, at this moment, an electric chain suddenly passed through his mind, and it passed by in a flash, but it stirred up his thoughts and made his heart light flicker.
Without stability and harmony, the light becomes brighter and brighter.
He frowned and missed it again.
The land of lakes and seas, even if it overflows a little, his small pond cannot contain it...
Before I could stop thinking, someone shouted at the bottom of the steps: "Nanzi, Leizi, it's time!"
Without looking too much, he knew that it was Xie Junping who came to pick him up. Ronan temporarily distracted himself, stood up, walked down the steps side by side with Xue Lei, and got into the car.
The sightseeing car circled outside the crowd and sped away.