On the side of the west cliff, Jiang Xiaobai sat cross-legged with five senses.

The mind is empty, the eyes are closed, the five qi are running, and the dream mantra in "Dao Dream" is followed.

After a long time, Jiang Xiaobai felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, as if he was in chaos.

Slowly, the muscles in his body relaxed completely, and the breathing between his nose and mouth became lighter and lighter, and he gradually lost feeling the faint airflow.

For about a few minutes, Jiang Xiaobai, who was in a chaotic consciousness, felt a cool breath coming from the Mud Pill Palace between the center of his eyebrows and the back of his head, and he was suddenly excited.

In the next second, he immediately opened his "eyes".

Those "eyes" were clear, and there was no chaos or dementia.

Now he is a divine soul consciousness, in a dream, to be clear, now his meaning is condensed in the Mud Pill Palace.

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was a white haze, surrounded by a fog, no sky, no earth, only a vast white.

There is only space about a foot in radius, and there is nothing.

Jiang Xiaobai was not surprised, he fell asleep last night, occasionally stayed at the level of dreaming, and saw this "dream".

He closed his eyes again, and in the middle of the day, a bamboo chair appeared out of thin air like a portrait, and landed in front of him, just like the one in his hall.

He closed his eyes again, and a square table slowly appeared in the void again, as if some invisible pen had drawn in the void, but at a slower speed than just now.

Jiang Xiaobai is watching a dream, contemplating something in reality, and "changing" it in a dream.

It's amazing!

Next, he changed a pot of tea, a cup.

Then he sat down in his chair, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip.

The entrance of tea has the feeling of a tea entrance, but it feels like drinking water.

According to the Tao Sutra, he can feel the tea because he is too familiar with this feeling and can visualize it naturally.

There was no smell of tea, and he tried to visualize.

Next, he poured another glass and took it into his mouth.

"Phew"

He spat out the tea, and it was very unpalatable.

He searched for the memories in his mind, visualized the taste of the tea he usually drank, and visualized this taste into the tea, but it tasted very unpleasant, strangely bitter.

He thought about it for a while, and then his face suddenly appeared,

The fragrance of tea is remembered through the taste buds, and he is looking for the memory in his mind to visualize, no wonder he can't visualize.

He tried a few more handfuls, but it didn't work, and it always tasted a little weird.

After thinking about it, he gave up, and it can be seen from this visualization of the "tea taste" that he has reached a certain level, and can only slowly accumulate and experiment.

Observing all things in the world and observing the subdivision from the subtleties will undoubtedly be beneficial to the tempering of the divine soul.

And he can do this in his dreams, observing dreams and observing the subtleties of all things, which is undoubtedly of great help to him.

After trying to visualize these dead things, Jiang Xiaobai's face moved, and he had a thought in his heart.

"Try a living thing. ”

He closed his eyes again, contemplating a living creature he was familiar with.

Jiang Xiaobai thought of rhubarb.

Just as he was trying to visualize the rhubarb, the next second, his consciousness was scattered and he disappeared in the white dream space.

Outside, the night was foggy, and Jiang Xiaobai, who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, suddenly trembled.

Immediately after, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, his weak breathing thickened, and his eyes opened in time.

There was a blur in the eyes at first, and then it cleared.

Suddenly withdrawing from the dream, this time, Jiang Xiaobai felt a slight tingling in his head.

He suddenly paused, and muttered:

"I can't even visualize the fragrance of tea, and I still want to visualize rhubarb, which is a bit whimsical. ”

Laughing at himself with some jokingness.

But his eyes sparkled in the darkness.

After entering the level of dream contemplation, he will be able to visualize all things in the dream world and condense the soul, so that entering the innate can greatly shorten the time.

Of course he was happy.

As for the stinging pain in the back of his head, he didn't care about it, thinking that it was because he was visualizing rhubarb just now, his soul couldn't bear it, and his consciousness was damaged, so he was forcibly withdrawn from the Mud Pill Palace.

It's good to practice for a while.

Thinking about it, he closed his eyes again, began to open his mouth, and began to breathe in and refine his qi, this is his daily homework, and he can't slack off.

On the edge of the west cliff, in the fog of the night, a cloud of mist rolled into Jiang Xiaobai's mouth and nose, like an upside down.

Suddenly, two clouds of white gas exhaled from his mouth and nose, galloping like a dragon... And so the cycle repeated.

......................

The next morning, the sky was hazy and there was another monstrous fog.

It seemed to be a little thicker than the day before, and only two or three meters could be seen.

Early in the morning, when Jiang Xiaobai opened the door, he glanced at the fog and raised his eyebrows.

This fog always felt uneasy for him.

He went to the yard again to look at the old peach tree, and in the mist, the cold dew hit the newly drawn flower buds, and the greenery was a little thicker.

After breakfast, Xiaolu, the little girl's calves, slipped away, and she ran to the room to read the villain book that Jiang Xiaobai bought for her.

Completely fascinated, and there are also candy for the New Year, and the days are moist.

Jiang Xiaobai saw the little girl like this, and could only think silently in her heart, if only this little girl had such good energy to read the Taoist scriptures.

After breakfast, Jiang Xiaobai was going to get busy.

Because tonight was Chinese New Year's Eve, he had to prepare for the evening's "feast".

Like ordinary people, he has to prepare well for this New Year's holiday.

The festival that has been passed down for thousands of years has the meaning of auspiciousness and is also in line with humanitarian ethics.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, he had to prepare eight large bowls.

Hot pot, dumplings, bacon stewed vermicelli........

Jiang Xiaobai already had a menu in his heart, and after eating, he went to the back of the kitchen to clean up.

In the evening, the sun set, and a faint mist came out with the moon.

In the night, a high-pitched loud sound pierced through the courtyard.

After a while, two large cranes circled gracefully, pierced through the fog, and landed in the courtyard in the hazy night.

The old black couple is here!

"Wang"

When the old friend came, Rhubarb barked happily, rushed out of the door with a whoosh, and ran out into the garden to see the old friend.

I saw a single Wang wagging his tail and turning around at the two big cranes half a head taller than him, looking so unhappy.

The crane came, and the man came at this time.

Jiang Xiaobai heard the movement of the old black couple, came out of the backyard with a pot of freshly steamed dumplings, put it on the table, and then wiped his hand on the apron on his waist with a smile, and went out of the yard to greet the old man.

"Haha, boy, I'm here to ask for some food. ”

In the fog, no one came, and the hearty laughter of the old man had come clearly from the fog.

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