The air seemed to be frozen, and moths and annoying mosquitoes were flying on the campfire.
The sparks point upward and dissipate under the quiet night sky.
As Victor swallowed his saliva, Father Sang's voice gradually became hoarse. He coughed and laughed: "I guess... I didn't expect it, right? Ahem..."
Listening to Father Sang's teasing, Victor remained silent.
"Ahem... I thought it was incredible that you and Henry, the cheapskate, escaped unscathed that time in the forest... Ahem, it's even more incredible that you, the Kaleidoscope gambling boat, survived the sinking.
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"Agents from the Inspection Bureau... well, who is not better than you? But they only came back with three people."
"Also...ahem...the most important point is...the weird thing in your body, the thing that fascinates you, has not been disposed of yet, but you only care about the assets and debts of your family and did not ask me about it.
Let me tell you something about secret creatures...ahem."
Father Sang's speculation was almost flawless and he accurately guessed Victor's current situation.
"So...ahem...have you found a way to suppress it now? What kind of secret transmission of sex have you obtained?"
After Father Sang finished speaking, Erlang's legs were still raised high, but Victor calmly picked up the spoon and stirred it twice in the pot to prevent the stew inside from burning.
"So what do you want to do? Report me, arrest me, or even get rid of me directly?"
He was talking while his hands were undetectable on the ground, picking out sharp objects.
"Ahem... The Inspection Bureau is not a butcher, an innocent child..." Father Sang did not notice the actions of Victor's men, "Unless you abuse invisible skills, kill people, steal money, or do something detrimental to this country
Things... ahem, otherwise, I generally won’t cause trouble for myself."
Victor's men's movements slowed down slightly.
"So how do you confirm whether you have abused the invisible technique?"
Father Sang lay down and looked at the starry sky: "Usually it is recorded in the file and actively monitored by the Inspection Bureau. In this way, you can live legally in this country... Ahem, you can even use invisible techniques to make money to make a living...
…Ahem, of course, you can’t break the law.”
"But... cough... cough cough, there is another way, and that is to work in the Anti-Suppression Department... Are you interested?"
The work of the Inspection Bureau is not easy, at least it is much more dangerous than running a plantation. Victor has never thought of joining them.
"Please allow me to refuse!"
"Little brat, don't reject it too quickly... Ahem, so, what kind of secret secret is your bastard?" Father Sang spoke more and more wildly.
The other party insisted on asking, and after Victor hesitated for a moment, he said: "I'm not sure, but maybe... it's a 'butterfly'?"
Butterfly?
Father Sang suddenly sat up and looked at Victor's face as if he were looking at an ancient relic: "Ahem... did I hear that right? Did you just say 'butterfly'?"
Victor did not answer. Father Sang touched his bald head and fell into doubt.
"Never seen..."
"Can you talk more about what you said about accelerating fermentation?" Victor didn't want to continue talking about secret transmissions, so he quickly brought the topic back.
Father Sang's thoughts were still on the "butterfly" nature, and he said to himself: "Although butterflies are among the ten natures, I don't remember any information recording the seers of the butterfly secret transmission...
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"Father San?" Victor asked loudly, dragging the other party's train of thought back.
"Ahem...Okay, you are concerned about how to make money by brewing wine. I have already given you the answer just now. Go to the Secret Hostel to find Danlos fungus." Father Sang replied casually.
"Bacteria fungus?"
"That should be the name, cough... It is among the few secret creatures recorded by the Department of Anti-Suppression, and it is also one of the few secret creatures that does no obvious harm. It is worse than the creeping source of biomass that can cause people to die."
Too much friendliness...cough...cough cough cough!"
Victor held his chin and carefully considered the possibility of Father Sang's proposal.
Turning all the grain in the barn into wine and selling it should be able to earn a few hundred farcal in dividends. The difficulty lies in the fermentation rate.
Danross fungus, this secretive creature should also be hidden in the mysterious and boundless fog, and there is no surrounding woodland.
To get it out, you definitely need a secret magic crystal, but Victor doesn't have this thing.
Seeing that Victor was deep in thought, Father Sang thought that he had not yet found a way to enter the secret place, so he smiled evilly and said: "Ahem... Even a seer would have a hard time knowing how to enter without being guided.
Secret stay... Ahem, I can teach you now, young man, I won’t charge you any money, after all, I have stayed at your house for so many days."
Before Victor could answer, Father Sang sat on his own in the river and began to explain: "When mortals fall asleep, there are generally three situations. One is awake without falling asleep, and the second is dreaming.
Light sleep, and the third type is deep sleep without dreams."
"We will... ahem, constantly switch and cycle between these three states of sleep, and what the seer needs to do is... ahem, control the second state of light sleep... let yourself
The astral spirit body can be controlled freely, so that it can enter the secret place."
"You try to breathe and meditate like me. This is a method of entering dreams that is not taught to anyone by the five major churches headed by the Realm of Bright Light... It's easy for you kid, cough... cough cough!"
Father Sang said, his eyes half-opened, squinting and pretending to sleep.
Victor was embarrassed to tell him: I already have the key and can go directly to my dream, why is it so troublesome?
However, the key is his secret after all, and it is related to the mysterious Taoist temple in Misu.
There is no other way, Victor can only try to imitate Father Sang and show off.
"I once taught you... ahem, everything has its own 'four worlds', the material world, the structural world, the creative world and the prototype world, ahem... the astral body is the external manifestation of the spiritual body, and the secret
The universe is inseparable from the spiritual world of creation... Ahem, you have to feel that... the sense of reality after putting aside your own material body... the sense of reality after putting aside the senses."
Father Sang's answering voice gradually became quieter, and in the end it was almost like babble. The rhythm of his breathing drove the rhythm of Victor's breathing, and the latter even felt that the other person was hypnotizing him.
"Life... is a bunch of pure fireworks, and there is an invisible sun in everyone's heart."
Listening to Father Sang's murmuring prayers, Victor's attention gradually focused on his breathing and mental concentration. As he followed Father Sang, the premonition that he was about to fall asleep gradually came over him.
My thoughts are somewhat diffuse, and my dreams are gradually getting out of control.
This is how mortals feel about the second state of sleep. Few people can control their dreams.
Victor tied up his wandering thoughts and firmly fixed his divergent thinking on a certain point.
This is something that seers can do more easily by meditating at this breathing frequency. The study of esoteric transmission enables them to master self-knowledge in "creating the world".
I don't know how long it took, but Victor could control the "point" of his thinking at will. He used this point to break through some invisible shackles and break the wall that bound the sea of consciousness. In the end, this "point" gradually spread like an infinity.
Value-added cells outline the individual outline of Victor’s self-perception.
The "woodland" gradually emerged from the chaos, and Victor knew exactly where he was about to arrive.
Wherever you reach, you can see and get it...
At this moment, Father Sang's last prayer in the material world was like the sound of a bell before dawn, entering Victor's calm consciousness.
"However, we mortals are born to pursue the brilliance... just like sparks flying upward."