Zhang Yi knew before that his mind or invisibility was probably not unique in the world, after all, the world was too big, and there were too many strange things.

And today, he finally met someone who also had a mind, and what was an idea? The mind is controlled, and the feeling of controlling a qiē in the depths of his own mind is like being in charge, and he can feel every subtle movement of others, even every heartbeat of others.

From the outside of the door to the inside of the door, the distance was less than ten meters, and after Zhang Yi pushed the door in, he also saw a big monk at a glance.

This great monk is not bald in the real sense, but he has a layer of black stubble on his head, and Zhang Yi can't see the age of this great monk, some like a sixty-year-old man, but like seventy, in short, it is impossible to judge the specifics.

The great monk was standing, with a height of more than 1.80 meters, looking very rough, broad, and powerful.

"Junior Zhang Yi, I have seen the master." According to Zhang Shang's previous warning, Zhang Yi performed the junior ceremony.

"That's not right!" Zhikong did not give Zhang Yi a salute in return, but after Zhang Yi finished saluting, his whole body frowned, and he crooked his neck to say that it was wrong.

"Uh......" Zhang Yi didn't know how to answer.

"How did you practice your senses?" Zhikong asked suddenly.

"Divine sense?" Zhang Yi frowned slightly, but then understood that what Zhikong was talking about was his thoughts.

Zhang Yi thought for a while, and then replied seriously: "It appeared after an electric shock." "He wasn't lying, because he also wanted to figure out what was going on with him.

"Electrocution?" Zhikong was also flustered, and then said incredulously: "You mean, you have not been 'cleansed'. Consciousness appeared? ”

"What is the god of washing?" Zhang Yi asked rhetorically......

"Whew~" Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Zhikong took a deep breath. Then he stared at Zhang Yi and said, "Yes...... Let me put my palm on your head? I want to see what is in your head! ”

"This won't work!" Zhang Yi immediately shook his head, he had no reason to put his life in the hands of others.

"Oh. Then forget it, hehe, the world is big, there are no surprises, it's a poor monk. Zhikong put his palms together, he knew that he was happy to see the hunt, it was too abrupt, and he didn't blame Zhang Yi for not agreeing.

Zhang Yi didn't speak, just smiled.

"You may be seated. Sit down and talk. Zhikong pointed to the two futons on the ground.

"Yes." Zhang Yi sat down and learned to look like Zhikong cross-legged, but his cross-legged legs were not regular, not like the posture of a monk meditating.

"How long has your consciousness been around?" After sitting down, it's back to the topic just now.

"It's been more than ten years." This time, Zhang Yi had a heart, and he didn't say a few months, but said that it had been more than ten years.

"Oh, what can you see with your sense?"

Zhang Yi thought for a while and said, "It's equivalent to my eyes." can go through walls. ”

"Well, through the walls!" Zhikong nodded, and so did his.

"And how long do you have to save up before you use your sense? How long does it take to recover after using it once? ”

"How long do you save up?" Zhang Yi squinted. Rhetorical asked: "What about yours, senior?" He didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, because he felt as if he was different from the great monk.

"Mine must save up for at least an hour. That is, two hours, and once it is used, it is also an hour to recover. "Zhikong uses the word 'hour'. It is a name for the ancients, an hour. That's two hours of the current time.

"Mine is a little slower than my predecessors, mine takes four hours." Zhang Yi's heart was pounding, this Zhikong's divine sense could not be used continuously, it would take two hours to recover once it was used, while his was unconditional, unlimited, and released whenever he wanted.

"Hmm." Zhikong nodded, indicating understanding, how many years he has been cultivating, an hour is already very fast.

"And how far away can yours reach?" Zhikong asked again.

"This ...... Two or three meters, right? I haven't done the math. Zhang Yi continued to talk, he is also half of the way to the mix, knowing that when he meets people and says three points, he can't throw all his heart away, and he can't just because the other party is a monk, he will open the skylight and say what he thinks about his heart.

"Oh." Zhikong continued to nod.

"What about you, Master? And how far can you go out? What is the cleansing of the gods, and how does the consciousness come about? Zhang Yi asked several questions in one breath.

"My consciousness is a little farther away than yours, eleven meters!" With a hint of pride, Zhikong continued: "As for what the God Cleansing is, this is a supreme ability to condense divine skills, just like the holy relics of Buddhism need to be consecrated. Of course, in today's world, no one can do their own cleansing of God, the reason why I was washed is also a chance to be cleansed by a master, and I washed God, and naturally appeared divine consciousness. ”

Zhang Yijing's light flashed: "That's the case, the divine consciousness is not cultivated by the predecessors themselves, does that mean that there are very few people in this world who have divine consciousness?" Can't even be a master of internal boxing? ”

"Of course, you are the second person I have ever seen who has divine sense, even if the inner fist is cultivated to the fourth level, it is impossible for the divine sense to appear!"

"By the way, Master, how did you know I was coming?" Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that the master wanted to see him alone, and seemed to know that he was coming.

"Huh." Zhikong smiled faintly, shook his head and said, "The Buddha said, don't say, don't say!" ”

"Yes." Zhang Yi scolded in his heart and brought the Buddha out, so he couldn't continue to ask, but he should be the same as Zhang Shang, he can pinch and calculate, and he can calculate what has happened recently.

This great monk is also a god stick, or the kind of old god stick!

Zhang Yi could see that this great monk seemed to be unpretentious, but he had a sense of unreality.

People live to be old and become sperm, so it is difficult to get some truth out of his mouth!

"What are you doing here?" Zhikong finally got to the point.

"It's such a senior." Zhang Yi immediately told Lu Xiaoyun's illness again, and then implored him to go for treatment or something.

"I may not be able to cure this disease, you have divine sense, similar to me, so I'm afraid I can't go either." Zhikong shook his head and said.

"Senior, please help the junior once, this patient is very important to the junior!" Regardless of whether he can be cured or not, Zhang Yi will invite him to go, and when the time comes, he will not be able to cure it.

"Hehe, Zhang Xiaoju came from thousands of miles to invite him, and the poor monk will go with you." Zhikong did not hesitate, and responded after a faint smile.

"Thank you, senior!" Zhang Yi was overjoyed, although this great monk was mysterious and secretive, as long as he could save Lu Xiaoyun, he would be able to be offered as an ancestor.

"Zhang Xiaoju does not cultivate the soul, but he has divine sense, which is infinite blessing and creation, and it also shows that Zhang Xiaoju has cultivated a blessed fate for several lifetimes, and also has a fate with my Buddha, and those who have a Buddha fate are all good, and the poor monks should do their best in this trip."

Zhang Yi thanked him again, and at the same time was anxious to leave immediately, but the great monk didn't seem to have the intention of leaving immediately, but continued to ask Zhang Yi about the origin of his consciousness, and wanted to hear Zhang Yi's specific experience and feelings about being electrocuted.

Zhang Yi could only be patient, and he could only talk about it.

And pulling and pulling, he suddenly remembered something, and then immediately asked: "Senior, divine consciousness is thought, right?" So can the divine consciousness control objects? ”

"Divine consciousness controls objects?" Zhikong paused for a moment, then laughed and asked rhetorically, "Can your eyes control objects?" ”

"I can't." Zhang Yi shook his head and said.

"That's it, how can a person's eyes control an object?" Zhikong shook his head and said.

"Understood." Zhang Yi laughed, this Zhikong's divine sense could not control the object.

That is to say, the divine consciousness of the inner family fist is completely different from his own mutated thoughts, similar, but completely different!

"Senior, what level are you in the inner boxing?"

"Huh." The answer to Zhang Yi was just two words, hehe, this Zhikong is also a cunning person, and he didn't tell him about his specific cultivation. (To be continued......)