Volume 1: The revenge of killing his father has not yet been avenged, and he fled to Beizhou with a Buddhist secret Chapter 62 Fabricating the appearance of the original god
"Genshin... What do you want to be?"
Shen Yichen asked himself muttering in his heart.
"Qingfeng Sword? no, it's too ordinary. Surely many people think of Genshin as a sword. β
"The symbol of the Brahman's Academy? No, no, no! Revealing that you are a Brahman will invite trouble..."
"Want to be like Yue'er? No, this is too perverted!"
Just when Shen Yichen was struggling with what he wanted Yuan Shen to look like, he suddenly had an idea, and his mind sneaked into his mind, and he suddenly saw the nine-story dark gold tower in his mind.
Shen Yichen's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "That's right, why don't you think of your mind as a dark gold nine-story tower!"
The dark gold nine-story pagoda in Shen Yichen's mind was naturally a recipe.
The Sanskrit recipe turned into this small dark gold nine-story tower, which had been entrenched in Shen Yichen's mind for several years, and his appearance was still noble and domineering, standing tall in Shen Yichen's mind.
Shen Yichen didn't let go of this excellent opportunity, and immediately closed his eyes, trying to imagine the appearance of the Dark Gold Nine-Story Tower:
The towering tower, the color of the dark gold body, the gorgeous edges...
Shen Yichen exhausted his lifelong imagination, and worked hard to clearly show every detail of the Dark Gold Nine-Story Tower in his mind.
However, Shen Yichen's imagination is still limited, and the dark gold nine-story tower he imagined is vague in his mind, and he can't even see the edge of the tower, and it is a mess.
Yitian obviously sensed Shen Yichen's difficulty, and guided with a smile: "Don't be anxious, your heart is like stopping water, the core of your mind is these four words." β
Shen Yichen took a deep breath, relaxed his whole body soothingly, put his heart all in his imagination, and was so quiet that he could even hear the sound of a needle falling.
It was as if time had stood still, as if a single movement could shatter the peace.
Shen Yichen didn't even notice it. His heartbeat was slowly fading, a sign of the germination of his mind.
In Shen Yichen's mind, a dark gold nine-story pagoda was slowly taking shape, that was what he imagined the appearance of the primordial god, and this primordial god would accompany him for the rest of his life.
Outside Liu's Mansion, the black on the top of Yunlan City shrouded all the houses in Liu's Mansion, the moonlight was hazy, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind was gentle, blowing the bright faces of the stars.
Whew-
Shen Yichen breathed slowly and steadily, his heart was as still as water, the world was quiet in his ears, and he could feel the slightest feeling at this time, as if everything around him had begun to become more sensitive.
The texture of the tower, the angle of inclination of the corners of the tower, and even the internal structure of the nine-story tower are all outlined by imagination.
After Shen Yichen finished sketching it, he put it in his mind, and the appearance of the Yuan Shen was set.
Yi Tian saw Shen Yichen slowly open his eyes, and asked in surprise, "Imagine it?"
Shen Yichen nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "Hmm." β
Yitian smiled and asked, "Oh, what does it look like?"
Shen Yichen smiled: "A tower." β
Yi Tian nodded and said, "It's a bit new... Okay, the next step, the hardest one, it may last a long time, are you ready?"
"If you decide carefully, the process will be extremely painful, which is why many people give up on this method. β
Yi Tian thought about it for a while, and said:
"There are two ways to become a mind master, one is to slowly cultivate the mind power, and after a certain period of time, you can achieve results. β
"But the first method, while simpler, is slow. It will take at least three years. β
The second method is to sharpen one's mind in a short period of time, so that the mind is completely transformed and turned into a primordial spirit. β
"The second method, which can be completed in less than a month, is extremely painful and unbearable for many people, resulting in distraction and delirium. β
Yi Tian paused and said complicatedly: "My senior brother, it is the second method, and it will succeed in half a month." β
Shen Yichen was shocked and said in disbelief: "Half a month? That's too fast, isn't it?"
"It's worthy of being one of the six geniuses of Beizhou..."
Yi Tian retracted his face, returned to his old demeanor, but was a little more solemn, and asked again:
"The sectarian election is coming soon, and the next step is obviously impossible to use the first method, only the second method will work. β
"Shen Yichen, are you sure? I can't guarantee absolute success, because the risk is very high, and the process... It's painful..."
Shen Yichen also pursed his lips and secretly clenched his fists, as if he was making the next decision.
"Sectarian elections... I've got to get in!"
Shen Yichen thought in his heart, why did he come to Beizhou?
Isn't it just for the sake of revenge...
Born in the Sanskrit Monastery, the Brahmana Monastery was destroyed, relatives were killed, and the Brahmanic recipe was taken away...
"Father... Teacher..."
Shen Yichen didn't know at this time that tears had overflowed his eyes.
But he, Fan Yue'er, and Fan Wuji escaped from Dongzhou like dogs in the wilderness...
At that time, the scene of corpses in the Sanskrit Academy was still hotly imprinted in Shen Yichen's mind, and it could not be dissipated for a long time, becoming an eternal scar.
"Wu Zong..."
Shen Yichen's eyes began to climb up with bloodshots.
Wuzong, standing in the unattainable Zhongzhou, it is a behemoth, a giant beast, entrenched at the peak of the True Qi Continent, covering the sky with one hand, turning clouds and rain.
Wu Zong used to be even the young Shen Yichen's yearning for the Holy Land, but now it has become a great shame.
When Shen Yichen first came to Beizhou, he once made a poisonous oath, and if he did not avenge this revenge, he would be destroyed.
The tears that had already overflowed quietly slid down Shen Yichen's face.
Phewββββ
Shen Yichen exhaled deeply, his eyes full of conviction and determination.
"I can't cultivate mental power. β