The car was going downhill and bumped on the slightly potholed road. The bag in the basket slowly shifted in the tremor and wind, and finally slipped off in a moment.

Then, the bag, which was attached to the handlebar, arced in the air and crashed into the front wheel bar.

Squeak, a sharp sound of brakes, and the wind of death blows in the face. The two men in the car flipped out, the boy on the outside and the girl on the inside. On the boy's side is the lawn on the side of the road, while on the girl's side, there are speeding cars.

In an instant, the irresistible terror occupied the boy's entire heart. That horror is not just a fear of death, but more of a fear of loss. The fear of losing one's own life, and even more so the loss of another person.

The fear of loss goes even beyond the fear of death. The fear was so strong and so fierce that it instantly burned out all the boy's sanity. All logical thinking fails here, the brain is blank, and what remains is only the most instinctive and straightforward reaction.

So, the boy in mid-air stretched out his hand, grabbed the other tender hand, and then pulled hard, and the position was reversed—the picture, blurred.

The next clear picture is in an apartment. On the couch, the girl was sitting honestly. On the ground, the boy was squatting upright. The boy took out a lot of medicines, such as muscle-building scars, blood circulation and blood stasis, everything he could think of. After carefully sprinkling the medicine on the girl's left knee and right elbow, the boy bandaged it in circles.

A girl with star-like eyes beside her couldn't help but count: "Fool Qi, you are really a fool this time." Because of you, Xixi will have two scars when she wears a skirt and short sleeves in the future. For a beautiful woman, this is a lifetime of sin, so your sin is really great!"

The boy's hands froze, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he was speechless with guilt. If it weren't for the fact that I got carried away and turned back when I was going downhill, I wouldn't have found the loose bag, and I wouldn't have happened today.

"Okay, Mengmeng, don't talk about him, today is an accident. The girl's voice was soft, then playful: "Hey, fool, does this count as a mark you have left me forever?"

"Whew-" The boy took a deep breath, put away all the negative expressions, and then showed a smile: "Don't worry, I will be in charge for the rest of my life." ”

"Ha Luha, what do you say!" The star-eyed girl smiled and patted the boy's shoulder and said, "Fortunately in misfortune, there is nothing big for both of you today." And you can pull her back in mid-air, which is enough for you. So, to atone for your sins, as our good buddy, you are responsible for getting the scar off. You don't have to be responsible for the rest, don't forget, although you're out of town, people also have-"

Hum, the picture suddenly shattered, turning into countless meaningless turbulence rushing in the mind, rolling up a storm of pain in the ocean of consciousness. This unavoidable pain was so sudden and so intense, as if the whole soul was instantly pierced and torn apart.

In the small black room, Yang Qi suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head and opened his mouth to let out a loud roar: "Ah——!!" The roar rolled and echoed in the empty room, and in the echo, Yang Qi held his head with his hands and fell on the bed in pain, and only calmed down a little after a while. Panting and sweating, Yang Qi slowly sat up.

With a self-deprecating smile, Yang Qi muttered: "Heart Demon, I didn't expect her to become my Heart Demon." It's just a small emotional wound, and I'm not a person who can't see it, so it shouldn't cause this situation. It seems that there are some inconsistencies in my way of smashing the pass, and I should revisit the first six rounds before hitting the seventh round. ”

Inner demons, a word that is not unfamiliar to all those who like to read novels. The definition of inner demon in each novel is different, but for Yang Qi, the so-called inner demon is something that pops up to affect your mind when you are deeply introspective and self-realizing. To put it bluntly, in fact, everyone has more or less demons. The things that make us toss and turn and can't sleep, the things that make us dream back to our pillows in the middle of the night and get wet with tears, those things that make us restless and make us lose our appetite, those are the demons of the heart.

Demons are not mysterious and not far away, everyone has them. Regret, regret, self-blame, guilt, loss, despair, these emotions are demons. Even in ordinary people, these demons can lead to neurasthenia and other diseases. And in the masters whose spiritual power is higher than that of ordinary people, the destructive power of the heart demons is even greater.

But the demons are not unsolvable. Even the most holy people will inevitably have one or two pieces of black history, a bit of an unbearable past. But in normal times, you can self-relieve and adjust. Time smooths everything, and after time passes, even if you pass by that person, you just nod and smile. It's just a little sigh in my heart, no one will look for death.

But when people are emotionally unstable and uncertain, these emotions will be magnified to the point where they cannot hold themselves. And this is the moment when the demons attack. Yang Qi's spiritual cultivation is already very high, but today he has produced inner demons, so it proves that Yang Qi's spiritual cultivation is not stable.

"That's right, in the final analysis, my chakra gong was practiced in a different way. There may be something wrong with using blood to open the spiritual wheel. Fortunately, I found it early, and if I had practiced Sahasrara, I am afraid it would have been too late. Let's do it again in the orthodox way. Yang Qi also regained his sanity after calming down his emotions: "After laying a solid foundation, the demons will naturally disperse." Moreover, it is precisely because of today's demons that I am reminded of a little bit of the past. ”

With a flip of his left hand, the phone appeared, and a phone was dialed: "Hey, Wendy, I'm Yang Qi, let Feministe answer the phone." ”

The phone was handed over, and Feminist's voice was disbelievable: "Yang Qi, can you really use your mobile phone in prison?"

"These are small things, and one piece of information that comes to mind might be useful. Remember the diary of the central character, which mentions a black corpse officer? ”

"Well, I remember there was such a person, but it was all an ominous brushstroke. What, is there something wrong with this corpse collector?"

"I'm not sure if there's a problem, but let's go find him. He didn't have much hope, but he might know something. Yang Qi remembered the sixth point on the strategy: "Write down the sixth point on the strategy: go find the black corpse officer, although this mysterious guy may not say anything, he may know something." ”

"Okay, I'll go and find out about the corpse collector right away. How's it going over there?"

"I'm very good here, and the beautiful life has just begun. ”

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qi sat down steadily again. This time, instead of rushing to hit the crown chakra, he went back and re-examined the bottom chakra. Focusing his consciousness on the first of the seven chakras, Yang Qi re-cultivated according to the orthodox method. The cultivation essence that the stupid Meng said was about to pass through his heart, and Yang Qi sank into a deep cultivation.

From here, it can be regarded as stepping on the right track of cultivation.

Before you know it, time slips away quietly. The rotation of the sun and moon could not be seen in the small black room, but Yang Qi gradually did not need the sun and moon or even a clock to keep time. After rebuilding the foundation for seven rounds, some mysterious abilities are gradually revealed. The sense of time in his mind became clearer and clearer, which made Yang Qi like to do some small experiments when he was interested. For example, let's say you name a time and then confirm it in various ways. At first, there were some deviations, but gradually they began to fit tightly.

And this is just a windfall, just like a gift given when recharging the phone bill, which makes people happy but not the subject. The greatest progress lies in the progress of the fourth layer of Prajna Gong. When it came to the third round of reconstruction, Yang Qi finally found a trace of feeling. From time to time, that super tactile sense will come out and make a appearance.

On the seventh day, Yang Qi stood in front of the iron gate. He closed his eyes and reached out to cover the door. The hands shook slightly, and a wave of concussive microwaves spread rapidly along the door panel. This oscillation is not enough to produce an audible sound, but it spreads and flows back like ripples in the rigid structure. When Yang Qi's hand skin felt the tremor of the transmission, he had roughly drawn the structure of this iron gate in his mind. Where there is a lock cylinder, where is the reinforcing beam, where the rust is more fragile, clear and clear.

Although this ultra-tactile sensation is still very unstable, sometimes it is not there. However, Yang Qi knew that he was not far from officially mastering the fourth layer, maybe it was an opportunity and a comprehension, and he could officially advance to touch the subtle changes.