In fact, what Jiang Yi didn't know was that there were originally two kinds of meditation, one was intentional and the other was unintentional, and the difference between the two was the deliberate and casual thoughts of cultivators. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There is a specific process of mental concentration, the breath is from coarse to fine, the mind is from chaotic to pure, and the body is from torture to happiness, when all three are completed, that is the time to enter the meditation, and the vast majority of spiritual cultivators have chosen this path.

And unintentional concentration is from the process of drifting in the mind, suddenly entering the state of concentration, this is a natural process, similar to epiphany, now he belongs to the unintentional concentration.

Half an hour later, the solemn and soft feeling became thicker and thicker, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked a small arc, and suddenly, wisps of breath poured out of his soul, and the breath spread outward like rippling water.

Then a strange scene emerged, only to see those breaths, showing a little fluorescence, over time, due to the diffusion of the sparse and thin breath, then thickened, and the scope of the divine soul did not shrink, much larger than before.

At this moment, Jiang Yi is no longer able to perceive the changes in himself, he has no thoughts and no actions, no coming and going, and the whole person is in a peaceful state, not thinking about it, like a baby in the mother's womb, and returning to the origin with rest.

If there is a cultivator here, they will definitely exclaim, this is the most perfect state of the first realm of meditation and forgetting---- fetal breath.

On the long march from path to road, sitting and forgetting is only the first step of the spiritual soul cultivator, but this first step has a great possibility, and it is very possible to determine the level of the cultivator's achievement, just like the foundation of a tall building, which can determine the height of the floor to be built.

Jiang Yi inadvertently entered the meditation from the second path, but this path was more rewarding than the first path taken by everyone, because this is a process that goes with the flow and comes naturally, and the other is a compulsive and guided practice, there is a big difference between the two, forming a completely different path of practice, and at the same time, it also creates very different results.

Although meditation is also a state that increases the soul of the gods, it is not different from the fetal breath, which is the most perfect state of sitting and forgetting, the ultimate state, and the realm of luxury for all kinds of soul cultivators, according to the power of the fairyland, the fetal breath is the original state of life, but also the path of immortality, the gate of the immortal path, giving birth to the fundamental mystery of the essence of countless lives.

Normally speaking, if the process of "Void Nerve" is calculated step by step, and it must be familiar with the meditation before entering the self-forgetfulness, so as to achieve meditation, and then the soul will grow slowly.

This is a gradual process, with clear steps, but Jiang Yi is now directly unintentionally determined all the way from meditation to selflessness, and then to the most perfect state - fetal breath, subverting the gradual order, and the divine soul is completely soaring at the moment, the increase is greater than that of meditation, and the speed is faster.

The effect of an hour of our ordinary people can be alive and active all day long, and our memory is outstanding; If you are in a delicate state of self-forgetfulness, your mind will transform your body, and over time, you will become stronger and stronger, and you will live longer.

And if a spiritual cultivator enters the state of meditation or fetal breathing, he will get more than ordinary people, because the divine soul is the most important thing in the human body, and there is a broad and profound "Void Nerve" that specializes in cultivating the divine soul.

Of course, the nine sons of the dragon are uneven, and everyone's creation is different, which also has a great impact on future cultivation.

Jiang Yi has been in the statue of the mountain god for three whole days, in these three days, his mind has been outside the nine clouds, he has wandered too illusory, he has seen flowers and trees, seen the sun, moon and stars, ascending to the sky and entering the earth, galloping between heaven and earth, and swimming above the nine heavens. And his divine soul was more than seven times larger than before.

However, the first practice should be almost like this, because the wisps of aura on Jiang Yi's body have already fluctuated, and I believe that it will not be long before he will wake up from that fetal breath realm.

The sky is dripping with a light rain, followed by the bursts of moist mountain wind, clear water and stone streams, gurgling, one by one the top of the mountain poked out of the clouds and mist, like a flower of hibiscus out of the water, a white-haired old man, on the winding path facing the clouds, towards the mountain temple, like the clouds and mist of the immortals.

In less than half an hour, the old man came to the mountain temple, looked at the still dilapidated buildings, shook his head in disappointment, the corners of his mouth showed bitterness, and muttered: "The mountain god still hasn't come down from the heavenly court, it seems that I have to avoid the edge for the time being, after all, it is difficult to support alone." ”

Heaven and earth seemed to feel his mood, the rain suddenly became heavier, no longer a misty drizzle, he shook his head, and sighed: "Even the heavens are not beautiful." After speaking, he walked into the mountain temple.

The shabby and yellowed walls, the dilapidated and leaky roof, covered with cobwebs, and dusty, the old man hurriedly hid in a small corner, leaned against the wall pillars, and listened to the sound of the ticking rain, looking a little distraught.

"Has Heavenly Court given up on Wind and Snow Mountain?" He frowned and thought, the last time he heard his old friend say that the heavens and the earth were in chaos, demons and monsters were rampant, and the people of the heavenly court were tired of running for their lives, taking care of one thing and losing the other.

"There is not even a mountain god, what is the use of this mountain temple? I really want to throw it into the Abyss Canyon. The old man stared at every part of the mountain temple, and he would come at least three times a month to see if there was a mountain god in office, but unfortunately all he got was disappointing.

However, when his eyes came into contact with the statue of the mountain god, he suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong, he immediately walked out of the corner, squinted his eyes and circled around the statue of the mountain god a few times, letting the rain drip on his body, and did not ask.

"It's really not right! Who erected this statue of the mountain god? Is it a villager? It's impossible, they won't run up the hill for no reason, like me; Those big demons? It can't be, they want to tear it down; Could it be them? But it's not right, since ancient times, the Buddha has not stood on both sides, and there is no reason to erect a statue of the mountain god for our heavenly court; It couldn't be even the Yin Spirits of Ghost Valley and Qin Zhuang, they didn't dare to approach the Mountain Temple at all! ”

"It's not a villager, it's not a big demon, it's not a monk, it's not a yin spirit, it's ........?" The old man's eyes flashed with a fine light, staring straight at the statue of the mountain god, and after a while, there was an ecstatic expression on his face, he couldn't believe that what he saw in front of him was true, and muttered: "Although it has a broken arm, it has a charm, as if it has come back to life, which proves that there is a mountain god in it." ”

The mood can no longer be expressed in simple words, the excitement and excitement are like a flood that has burst the embankment, pouring out of his psychology mightily, he can no longer hide the joy on his face, and at the same time, the deepest guilt in his heart has also been lightened.

"For three years, hundreds of villagers died, and finally waiting for you!" The old man's lower lip was bitten white by his teeth, his body trembled slightly, and he slowly approached the statue of the mountain god step by step, raising his hand to knock it.

However, just as his right hand was about to touch the statue of the mountain god, suddenly, a figure flashed from his face, to be precise, a phantom, with sleepy eyes, snorted coldly, and said, "Old man, who are you?" What's going on here is affecting me, you know? ”