In the study, a thick thread-bound book was spread out on a pale gray desk, and a line of small words appeared at the top of the unfolded page: "The Principles of Meditation - Chapter 2".

Fan Bei looked down, but the focus of his gaze did not fall on the spread book, but on the illusory white book in front of him that emitted a faint white light.

He was thinking.

The Great White Binding System can ignore the invasion and pollution of evil spirits on the spirit; Old man He sacrificed to Xiaobai, and there was a spiritual imprint left by the other party in his soul, which had a similar effect.

He had learned about the concept of "Mental Imprint" when he had previously looked at the "Steward" system logs.

At that time, there was such a clause:

"The stewardship system banishes the spiritual imprint in the host's soul – the mountainside of Coulenne."

Now it seems that the reason why both ignore the threat of evil spirits is the same, both are because a higher mystical being has left a spiritual imprint in their souls.

And this "Father of the System", from any point of view, is several grades higher than the "system" and Xiaobai.

But he couldn't do it, and he couldn't even communicate freely with Xiaobai.

The other party directly "hummed" at him, and he felt dizzy and ringing in his ears at that time

Thinking of this, he flipped the "Principles of Meditation" in front of him to the table of contents page, selected the key chapters, and reviewed them carefully, hoping to find the answer.

Some of the pages of the damp books, in bold letters, seem to reveal the deepest mysteries of this world.

"Chapter 7: Soul and Consciousness?"

"Ordinary people don't have souls, no, it should be said that the spiritual intensity is too low, and the consciousness can't be condensed into a real soul at all, just a fog scattered in the body. After death, the fog lifts and the soul disappears. ”

"Through meditation, use some more techniques...... You can sense the illusory location of the soul, and after increasing the spiritual strength, you can gather the soul into shape. ”

"The initial stage is to be able to project in the world of consciousness, just like playing a virtual reality game."

"The intermediate stage is the ability to detach from the body and exist in reality for a short time."

"The advanced stage is probably the form of an evil spirit, and you can survive in the spirit for a long time."

"At the higher stage, there is a lack of information and cannot be deduced."

He pondered the text, and finally closed his eyes, ran the meditation method, and began to feel where his soul was.

It was a little difficult at first, and I always subconsciously saw the sea beach in the conscious world.

It didn't take long for him to follow the techniques mentioned in the book, spread his mind, feel it with his mind, and finally sensed the existence of the soul.

The description in the book is very vivid, and it should be a synthesis of the feelings of many people.

Indeed, he felt a layer of mist permeating his body, his skull, his limbs, every cell, everywhere.

His mind carefully swept every part of the mist, and finally found that except for the dense mist, there was no other abnormality, and he did not feel any spiritual imprint.

Wait a minute?

In his heart, a concept of "binding equipment" flashed through his mind.

He looked at the illusory white book that emitted a faint white light again, and suddenly understood, could it be that this book was not actually bound to my soul?

As soon as his thoughts flashed, a prompt appeared on the cover of the Unreal White Book for the first time.

"The system maker binds the book, the spiritual strength is insufficient, and it needs to reach at least the bronze level."

Fan Bei was immediately relieved and greatly relieved.

It seems that after really binding "The Father of the System", not to mention the evil spirit, even Xiaobai, he will be helpless against himself.

Of course, this is only limited to the spiritual world, and if the other party controls a gun to shoot his own black gun, he still has to sing a cool song.

After confirming the reason, he no longer had any doubts, returned to the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.

A little bit of spiritual power continued to be extracted from the illusory white book, turning into warm currents that appeared in my mind, and then turned into countless water droplets, nourishing the world of consciousness and expanding the area of the beach on the sea.

Now, he has three "hosts" to supply spiritual power, and he doesn't worry about cultivation resources at all.

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Two days passed, and by the morning of July 18, the evil tide that had lasted for three days had completely dissipated.

Within two days, Fan Bei ate and practiced every day, and all the work of the inspection was lost to Da Bai and Chef He, and there was no mechanical failure, so he didn't need to repair it.

He was very pleased to find that under his own costless and big krypton, 10,000 points of spiritual power were consumed in two days, and the beach had become an island the size of an acre.

According to the "Bronze Meditation Method", once you have such a large area, you can open up fields and plant plants on it.

First, you need to cultivate a bronze plant, and then use it to improve the land and transform the entire island into bronze.

If he could grow this bronze plant, it would mean that his spiritual cultivation had reached the bronze level.

Once you have planted the plant, it will be much easier to meditate later.

As long as he watered these plants with his spiritual power, they would automatically help him refine his spirit and increase his spiritual strength.

As for what varieties of plants to plant, Fan Bei had to think carefully about it and did not rush to start.

He thought about it for a while, and was about to go to the main control room and contact Lang Sheng through the radio to ask.

Although there is an old grandfather Xiaobai next to him, he can't fully trust the other party, and when it comes to cultivation exercises, this is even more so.

Dabai has a system of body protection, and now he doesn't have this qualification.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Chef He walking towards him.

"Uncle He, is there something wrong?" He said kindly.

"Oh, Mr. Fan, this is the spiritual core that I have knocked down in a few days." Chef He took out a bulging cloth bag and wanted to hand it to him.

"Well, it's your own gain, you don't have to leave it to me." Fan Bei shook his head and refused.

If it had been 10 days ago, he would have really wanted his eyes to shine at that time, but now he has a feeling of being hungry and hungry, and he doesn't want to destroy his image because of this.

Chef He's heart moved, theoretically speaking, he was not Fan Bei's servant, but the servant of the mysterious existence in the iron ball.

But he is in Fan Bei's industry, working for others and eating other people's food, although there is no salary for the time being, the problem is that the lifelong contract sold to the Silver Chamber of Commerce has to be bought back by the other party.

If he is replaced by a harsh master, there is absolutely a reason to take away all his hard work in the past few days.

Mr. Fan is indeed a decent person.

Chef He turned his thoughts, and then held the bag with both hands: "In that case, Mr. Fan, I hope to use these spiritual cores to ask you to redeem my friends and family from the Silver Chamber of Commerce, so that they can be redeemed by the owner of the Iron Ball just like me." If the amount is not enough, I will continue to accumulate it in the future. ”

"Oh, that's the case, okay, I'll take it," Fan Bei nodded, glanced at Chef He, and said, "You give me a list, I'll help you ask first." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Fan." Chef He held back the excitement in his heart, handed the bag to Fan Bei, and then took out a note notebook in the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to Fan Bei.

Fan Bei took two things, comforted the other party a few more words, and left.

At this time, next to the kennel in the living room, Dabai was playing with new toys and having fun.

It was a wooden windmill that Chef Ho had made for it yesterday, in order to thank the other party for helping him a few times in the evil tide.

And there's a bigger toy in the works, a very spectacular wooden track train.

"Xiaobai, let's come out and play together......" It stretched out its paws and plucked the windmill vigorously, and the leaves of the windmill "whirred" and turned straight, "The new toy is more fun than your iron egg." ”

"Leave me alone, I want to be quiet." The iron ball lay motionless in the kennel.

"Are you swollen, sick? But if you're sick, there's no way to get the master to give you an injection......" Da Bai scratched his head and wondered.

Xiaobai didn't answer, just depressed there.

In the course of two days, Chef He worked tirelessly to finally hit the first spiritual core, and before it could happily come over, the other party made a request that it could not refuse.

The other party hopes that the kind and compassionate owner of the iron ball will allow him to redeem his family and friends with this kind of thing.

What can it do? I can only agree generously.

If it does not agree to such reasonable demands, it believes that the loyalty of the other party will immediately drop to a negative number, and it will no longer believe in its own mercy and goodness.

Thanks to some sand sculptures, human beings are not ignorant of their existence.

Sure enough, people are still harder to deceive than dogs, so you can't rashly shift the target......