Chapter 259: Released

For a person, the most important sense is vision, color, shape, distance are all defined by vision, and color, shape, distance are all important parts of people to understand and analyze the world. For the monk, sight is more important, and hearing and taste may help you detect the existence of hidden enemies, but you still need to use your sight to find him and fight him.

So generally speaking, a monk's vision will be limited to the upper limit of his combat power, you may have powerful spells, you may have higher cultivation, but if you can't capture the opponent's actions, it's all in vain, your attack has no direction, you don't know the opponent's attack, you have no way to deal with the opponent's attack, you have no chance to hit him at all.

Therefore, there is a corresponding class of monks, who give up part of their flexibility and part of their power in pursuit of extreme speed, just to avoid the visual capture of the enemy, so as to hide their attack mode and direction, so as to defeat the enemy who is more powerful than themselves. Of course, when it comes to a certain level of cultivation, when the role of vision is slowly replaced by the exploration of the divine soul and vitality, all this has changed in essence.

So what does absolute darkness mean to a monk? It means the loss of vision, the loss of the most important support of the heart, and you will be flustered by it, and your heart will become less invulnerable.

And then there's loneliness, utter loneliness. Originally, when you have color, sound will be an auxiliary to your picture, but once you lose your vision, sound becomes the protagonist of your perception, but sound no longer brings you a sense of security, but becomes a mysterious and strange oppression. All the sounds will start to amplify, the sound of blood flowing, the sound of heartbeat, the sound of breathing, the sound will echo around, like ringing a bell in the heart, exploding in the brain. Behind such a roaring sound, it oppresses the loneliness of the seeping people.

Yao Jianzhi is in such a small dark room, isolated from the world, invisible and qualitative time was originally a housekeeper hidden behind the scenes, elegantly manipulating the aging and transformation of everything in the world, but at this moment, it has become a sawtooth on the flesh and blood, slowly cutting on Yao Jianzhi's body, Yao Jianzhi is tortured in endless torment.

Of course, Meng Li didn't throw Yao Jian Zhi into the small black house in order to torture him. Everything Qin Ping wanted to know was asked by Meng Li in his unique way, after all, it was the practice of the Shura Sect, it was impossible to say that he would take care of flowers and plants or something, which naturally caused some damage to Yao Jianzhi's soul. The purpose of being locked in the small black room is to isolate Yao Jianzhi's senses, so that his divine soul can slowly recover under such circumstances, so that Meng Li can successfully plant Yao Jianzhi's soul in the future.

Yao Jianzhi's spirit was beyond imagination, and under such mental pressure, there was no problem, but calmly waited in the dark, like a cheetah waiting for its prey to approach in the jungle. Yao Jianzhi knew that this was not Qin Ping's intention to punish him, but just to let him recover from the injuries on his soul, and there was no worry about his life, so Yao Jianzhi was not in a hurry.

In the darkness and silence, a very harsh creaking sound sounded, Yao Jianzhi, who was squatting in the corner motionless, raised his head instantly, and his originally dim pupils burst out with dazzling brilliance, and at that moment it seemed to tear apart the thick darkness in the room in an instant.

The wooden door gradually opened, and a ray of sunlight seeped through the crack in the door, and Yao Jianzhi knew that after staying in the dark for a long time, he could not immediately look at the strong light, which would bring great damage to his eyes. But Yao Jianzhi still looked at the light that seeped in, it was the dawn in the darkness for a long time, that was the only salvation, how could he avoid it, even if his eyes were full of tears, it also contained the desire and emotion for the light.

But that glimmer of light vanished in an instant, and a dark shadow was thrown in through the crack in the door.

"Boy, count yourself lucky, the Lord is going to help you break through, you put on your hood now and close your eyes before coming out, otherwise the bright light will destroy your eyes." Hurry up, I don't have so much time to ink with you. Meng Li's impatient voice appeared behind the door.

Listening to Meng Li's words, the light in Yao Jianzhi's eyes flickered, relying on the moment the light shone in just now, he remembered the location of the black shadow that was thrown in, and slowly groped in that direction, the long-term darkness still affected him, Yao Jianzhi, as an old hunter and monk, had already deviated from the sense of distance, and failed to touch that thing for the first time, and looked around, a cotton feel appeared, Yao Jianzhi slowly picked it up and put it on his head.

Yao Jianzhi slowly touched the door, gently pushed the door open, the warm sunlight shone on his body, and his closed eyes felt the red light in his eyes, he couldn't help but smile, it was a feeling of happiness.

"Follow me. Meng Li's indifferent voice sounded in front of him.

Yao Jianzhi felt a small touch on his arm, first a child's hand, Yao Jianzhi laughed lightly, that should be Meng Li's little hand.

Under the leadership of Meng Li, Yao Jianzhi bypassed several corridors and came to a room, and in Yao Jianzhi's memory, he had no impression of this room at all. As the hood was taken off, Yao Jianzhi's eyes slowly opened, the light pierced his eyes, he still felt the stinging, after a short period of adaptation, Yao Jianzhi slowly regained his eyesight, the color in his eyes slowly became clear, and the furnishings in the room slowly appeared, which can be said to be quite simple.

There were three earthy yellow futons in the middle of the room, as if they were made of weeds, Qin Ping sat on a separate futon, while Chu Yu sat on a futon opposite Qin Ping with his eyes closed, and the remaining futon was empty next to Chu Yu.

There was nothing else in the house except for the futons, and of course, the bare walls and roof on all sides. Yao Jianzhi was suddenly full of doubts about this Qin Ping's ability to help him break through, such a broken house, plus these broken futons, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a place that can improve your cultivation.

"Go sit on that futon and be honest. Meng Li's voice sounded again.

Yao Jianzhi felt that he was now surrounded by a group of enemies, the domineering and powerful Qin Ping, the weird and terrifying Meng Li, plus Chu Yu who didn't know the situation, Yao Jianzhi didn't seem to have more choices, so he had to be obedient, honestly walked to the side of the empty futon, and slowly sat down cross-legged on it.