When he thought of meditating, Xu Dong suddenly remembered one thing, that is, when he went to the temple with Mu Siqing that time, he also had a very magical 100-day dream, and now he is dreaming with his eyes open just like that day?

After thinking for a while, the fat man had already fallen asleep again, Xu Dong didn't want to sleep alone, and couldn't sleep, so he really folded his palms cross-legged at the moment, turned his heart to the sky, and calmed down and hugged Yuan together.

However, after a while, the breath entered the dantian, and slowly rose to the Baihui acupoint above his head, which made Xu Dong's mind clear, and the whole person was immersed in a peaceful and quiet realm without fear, this feeling was very good, but Xu Dong couldn't hold on for a while.

To maintain a posture, it is a very simple thing, but to maintain a long time without distractions, it is difficult, not to mention, Xu Dong is now the first time to do this, except for the time when Mu Siqing and Qiao Yanxue taught the fat man kung fu before, Xu Dong barely heard a few tips on the side to practice qi, and the other Xu Dong was also black-eyed.

However, because the feeling just now was really good, this made Xu Dong taste the sweetness, just like when he was a child, when he saw the candy in the jar, he ate a grain, and naturally he would never forget it and want to eat another one.

In this way, after Xu Dong had distracting thoughts in his mind, he tried to eliminate distracting thoughts again and enjoy that moment of peace.

Xu Dong was quiet for a while, and distracting thoughts immediately came one after another, just like a child eating the candy in the jar, taking out a grain, although he was happy to eat, but after eating this candy, his mouth could only be sweet for a while, and after this while, he had to continue to take the candy out of the jar, so that it became a cycle of unhappiness.

After trying a few times, Xu Dong suddenly found that in this peaceful and quiet realm, there were some ethereal, formless and misty things, Xu Dong was curious and tried to touch these things.

These things were very obedient to Xu Dong and were very willing to contact Xu Dong, but after contact, Xu Dong discovered that these things could actually be condensed, as if collecting mist.

Fog is a combination of water vapor and dust, which can of course be collected to condense into water droplets.

Xu Dong thought it was very funny, collected these mist-like things, and then watched it slowly become more and more large, and finally condensed into a huge ball.

As Xu Dong collected more and more mist-like things, the pellets became larger and larger, and gradually became an entity, and when this entity took shape, Xu Dong suddenly found that these things were just a collection of some of his own thoughts, in other words, also called "consciousness".

It's just that these consciousnesses of Xu Dong have been gathered into an entity that can be touched and felt, and because there is still a considerable amount of space in Xu Dong's consciousness, there is still a considerable amount of space that is blank, and those of his original consciousness are mixed with the blank, like a grain of sand in the sea and a speck of dust in the vast space.

Even Xu Dong wanted to dilute them, and at this time, it would be extremely easy.

It's just that Xu Dong just thought it was fun at first, but what Xu Dong didn't know was that this was originally a realm of qi training.

Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism to practice meditation and Taoism, most of them pay attention to essence, qi, and gods, which are called the three treasures of people, mortals survive in the world, relying on the consumption of essence and qi to survive, and when the essence is exhausted, the gods will die, so there are refining and refining gas, refining gas and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to the void, and cultivating back to the original ...... said.

This essence, that is, "ontological consciousness", "primordial spirit" and the like, ordinary people rarely succeed in cultivation, even if they are ancient and modern cultivators, they can do Xu Dong like this, it is already very few, but Xu Dong himself is alienated, and by chance, he has eaten ginseng for thousands of years, and if he does not cultivate this kind of thing, once he cultivates, he will naturally be several times faster than ordinary people.

When Xu Dong was having more and more fun, something suddenly broke into Xu Dong's mind.

This is a feeling that Xu Dong is completely unfamiliar with, very strange, as if in front of Xu Dong, there is suddenly something of unknown origin, that strangeness, a sense of suddenness, which caught Xu Dong off guard.

When he was stunned, the trace of something that broke in suddenly exploded, invading Xu Dong's five senses in an instant.

The so-called "five senses" are the five cognitive functions produced by the five mental consciousnesses, namely, eye, ear, nose, tongue, and body, in other words, the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.

In ordinary people, these five senses are intruded, and immediately there will be a loss of awareness of not being able to see, not being able to hear, not being able to smell smells, and no sense of touch.

It's just that this so-called "consciousness" was originally an invisible, ethereal and ethereal thing, but in Xu Dong's consciousness, he could actually perceive this invading thing, but it was a tangible and traced, like an entity, roughly branch-like, but constantly changing shape, and flowing at a super high speed.

It's just that in comparison, this strange fluid that inexplicably broke in and suddenly invaded Xu Dong's mind seemed to be slightly weaker than Xu Dong's ontological consciousness, so Xu Dong could feel it.

Although Xu Dong didn't know whether he was closed or open, a piece of fragmentary, flowery, and strange shapes suddenly appeared in front of him, Xu Dong was startled, and quickly wanted to forcibly drive this sudden foreign thing away.

However, at this time, Xu Dong had no other way to think of, just relying on the ontological consciousness that was slightly stronger than that fluid, to desperately suppress it.

Focus on your eyes, form a dam of your consciousness, and then hold it against the invading fluid, causing it to accumulate.

That fluid was originally much weaker than Xu Dong's consciousness, and it was surrounded by the embankment gathered by Xu Dong's concentration, and the invading fluid slowly shrank.

Xu Dong was happy in his heart, this method can still work! So he gradually increased the power of condensing consciousness, wanting to completely drive this fluid that invaded his brain directly out of his brain.

As everyone knows, this fluid that invades the visual consciousness retreats some distance, and it actually merges with the fluid that invades the four senses of hearing, smelling, tasting, and touching, forming a huge force that goes straight to the ear.

Xu Dong's ears immediately sounded countless strange sounds, extremely noisy, so noisy that Xu Dong was not only nauseous and vomiting, but also had a splitting headache, and was almost deaf.

Xu Dong endured all kinds of pain, wanting to break this fluid, but he never thought that the fluid that continued to invade the rest of the four senses, like a strange snake, turned back together, but surrounded Xu Dong's ontological consciousness, and moreover, he couldn't stop tearing and devouring Xu Dong's ontological consciousness.

Xu Dong's ontological consciousness is powerful, but it is far less flexible than this fluid-like thing, besides, for the use of specific consciousness, Xu Dong is also the first time, and he has no experience at all, and for a while, Xu Dong gradually fell into a predicament.

Xu Dong was in a hurry, rushing left and right in the fluid surrounding, desperately resisting, but this fluid is the same thing, very vicious, devouring Xu Dong's ontological consciousness, it will be stronger, and after a while, the fluid, which was originally much weaker than Xu Dong's ontological consciousness, turned out to be much larger than Xu Dong's ontological consciousness.

What the consequences of the ontological consciousness will be after being completely swallowed up by this fluid, Xu Dong doesn't know, but Xu Dong knows that it is definitely not the consequences he wants.

But Xu Dong didn't have the slightest way to deal with this fluid at this time, even if he resisted desperately, his ontological consciousness was getting smaller and weaker.

After another moment, Xu Dong's ontological consciousness shrank to only one-third of its original size, and the fluid actually expanded several times, fully enveloping Xu Dong's ontological consciousness.

Xu Dongdu only felt as if he was in endless darkness.

Just when Xu Dong's consciousness was lost little by little, a ball of treasure rushed out of the ontological consciousness, and there seemed to be a faint, non-existent voice coming out, like a kind of "chanting", just as thin as a silk thread, but although this chanting is thin, it is endless, and there is a kind of power that cuts through the sky.

In an instant, the black fluid was pierced by this silk-like chant, and finally let Xu Dong see a touch of light.

It's the old monk! Xu Dong's ontological consciousness didn't need to be searched or recalled at all, the old monk originally existed in Xu Dong's ontological consciousness, but Xu Dong paid little attention to it on weekdays, causing the old monk's qiē to be annihilated by other thoughts.

Xu Dong didn't have time to take care of other things, and his proprioceptive consciousness moved out of the black fluid in an instant along the gap that had been punctured.

The black fluid seemed to be extremely concerned about the old monk's chanting, and for a while he didn't dare to come over again to surround and devour Xu Dong's ontological consciousness.

Xu Dong's ontological consciousness paused slightly, and he immediately collected those things that were as ethereal as mist again, and those things seemed to have been waiting for Xu Dong to collect them for a long time, and they rushed straight over.

And these things are very strange, the stronger Xu Dong's ontological consciousness is condensed, the more those things, the more those things, the stronger Xu Dong's ontological consciousness becomes.

In an instant, Xu Dong's ontological consciousness surpassed that fluid several times, and as the old monk's chanting became clearer and clearer, the black fluid actually seemed to be bound by a steel wire, although it kept struggling, but the volume of the black fluid became smaller and smaller.

Under the elimination of the other, Xu Dong's ontological consciousness pressed the top of Mount Tai, and cooperated with the old monk's Sanskrit Buddha singing, suppressing this black fluid to death.

However, at this time, Xu Dong did not dare to relax a little, afraid that as soon as he slackened, the black fluid would escape through the gap.

At this time, part of Xu Dong's ontological consciousness, driven by the chanting of the old monk, turned into strands of rope, which kept winding and binding the black fluid.

In less than a moment, the black fluid was bound into a ball of thread by Xu Dong's ontological consciousness and thrown out of his brain.