Spiritual guidance is to open a meridian in the body for spiritual beginners, just like opening a door, so that they have the qualifications to enter the door. With this qualification, you can absorb the aura from the outside world, and use the different cultivation methods of each sect and sect to transform the aura inhaled into the body into spiritual power, and store it in the sea of qi, which is Na Ling. After accumulating to a certain extent, and then relying on one's own spiritual power to impact the twelve main veins, and so on, the cultivation can be improved, which is the spiritual path.

This is the main thing that this book is about.

Because of the absorption of spiritual energy, the transformation of spiritual energy into spiritual power in the body, and then in the form of spiritual skills, these processes need to be controlled by human mental power, so spiritual cultivation must condense one's own mental power at the same time. If the mental power is well controlled, coupled with good exercises, the loss of the spiritual energy inhaled into the body will be much less in the process of transforming into spiritual power, and the speed of cultivation will naturally increase, and for the spiritual cultivation with limited life, the future growth space will undoubtedly be even greater. If the mental power control is insufficient, then there is a good chance that the aura inhaled into the meridians in the body will be lost during the transformation process, and the result will be half the effort, which will not only delay the cultivation, but also more likely to cause damage to the body. This is the biggest reason why each sect and sect must use telekinesis stones to test the telekinesis value when they receive disciples.

This is what Wei Zhen was told in the book "The First Essentials of Mental Power".

The age of spirituality is different from the ancient world of gods and demons, and the ancient years of competition with immortals and witches are also far away, and there is no hope for immortality. These are not what Wei Zhen can know at this time.

Because it is only an introductory spiritual book, and the focus of the inheritance of the Maoshan Sect is not the cultivation of spiritual power and mental power, so the content of these two books is very simple and easy to understand, Wei Zhen carefully read it three or five times, and he can be regarded as understanding seven or eight percent, seeing that the senior brothers and sisters have not finished their cultivation, he secretly pondered while reading again, and firmly remembered some things that he did not understand.

This time he read very devotedly, and unconsciously imitated the appearance of a senior brother, began to sit cross-legged, and silently muttered in his heart: "Concentrate on the mind and calm the qi, take the mind as the guide, guide the qi into the body, the cyclone in the sea, three floats and three sinks, and the mind condenses one ......."

In the distance, Mo Zongnian caught a glimpse of this scene with squinted eyes, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, and said secretly: "The kid is too ignorant, his qualifications are average, and he is still so disobedient. I don't know what the senior brother likes about him, he spent so much effort to open up a side vein, and almost fell into a small realm with his own cultivation. ”

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw in his eyes that there was a strand of aura the thickness of a hair in the air, drawing a zigzag trajectory in the air, and directly drilling into it from the palm of Wei Zhen's left hand.

"Oops. Mo Zongnian secretly screamed badly.

"Stop!" he roared angrily, his body soared into the air, and with a strong gust of wind, he rushed towards Wei Zhen's location.

He originally thought that with Wei Zhen's performance in the telekinesis test, this first time of conducting qi into the body would not succeed no matter what, but he didn't expect that Wei Zhen would do it under the ghost's mission.

At this moment, as soon as he realized that something was wrong, Wei Zhen's body had begun to tremble violently involuntarily, and his face was purple and swollen.

After he threw himself in front of him, Wei Zhen's body had a terrifying spasm, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't wake up, which was much more serious than the day of the spirit induction.

The disciples of the Maoshan Sect, who were immersed in absorbing spiritual energy, were all interrupted by Mo Zongnian's sudden roar, and when they opened their eyes, they only saw that the newly entered junior disciple was picked up by Uncle Mo, and his figure rushed into the main hall like a wind, and he knew that something was wrong.

Seven days later, Wei Zhen opened his eyes weakly again, he felt as if he had slept for a long, long time, but he couldn't remember exactly how long he had been asleep.

He had a lot of weird dreams. In that dream, there was a young man and a woman, snuggled up to each other under a large purple flowering tree, and whispered warm love words, while a child of about two or three years old played in the grass in front of them, and from time to time a childish laughter came from his mouth. He had a strange feeling, as if the child was himself, and the young man and woman were his parents. Time passed, when the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark, the young man and woman walked hand in hand and gradually walked into the distance, he followed behind and cried, staggering and chasing, his little face red with anxiety, and the layers of cold sweat flowed unceasingly because he was afraid that he would be left behind, but no matter how he shouted, howled, and hissed behind him, they never looked back, even if it was just to look at him.

He dreamed of Zhao Houde, who was stocky and stocky, and Du Suo, who was thin and shorter than him, their father Zhao Langzhong and Du Locksmith, and the lively Wild Dog Town.

He even dreamed of Old Man Wei. In front of the bleak lonely grave in the corner of the hillside, Old Man Wei stood there with a smile on his back, full of pale hair, greeting him affectionately, and stretched out a dry hand to him, as if he wanted to take him into a deep door that opened at some point in front of the grave.

He was full of joy, wiped the sweat and tears from his face, and ran briskly, crying and laughing at the same time, for fear that he would miss his only relative in this world again.

At this moment, an eerie voice suddenly came from behind, this voice revealed a deep chill and hatred, and kept shouting four words like a curse: "You are a sinner, you are a sinner......

His running little body suddenly became a spirit, and he couldn't help but turn his head, but there was nothing behind him, but he couldn't see anything, and the evil voice disappeared like an illusion. When he turned around again, Old Man Wei was gone, and the deep door in front of the grave was gone.

He was sad, cold and hungry, lonely and helpless. It was completely dark, and darkness fell, leaving him alone to crouch in the bleak darkness and weep silently.

In this way, he cried for an unknown amount of time, until someone seemed to forcibly tear open a door in the dark, and his tearful red and swollen eyes were violently stimulated by the bright light behind the door, and slowly opened them when they closed them.

The whole body only felt heavy and weak, and there was a fiery pain in the entire left arm, and there was a faint pain in the lower abdomen, and Wei Zhen's consciousness was awake. He looked around and found himself lying in the room with a brightly colored white paper painting.

"You're awake. A gentle voice sounded in his ears, and a very haggard face with pale eyes and deep sunken eyes came into view.

"Master. Wei Zhen didn't know where the strength came from, his upper body was raised, and his arms tightly wrapped around Mao Yiqing's neck. He had already remembered what had happened to him - that day, he had followed the example of a senior brother, meditated and inadvertently introduced a wisp of aura into his body, and before he had time to be surprised, he was horrified to find that he could not control it no matter what, and finally that amazing scene occurred.

"I'm sorry, Master. Wei Zhen's voice was weak, and his face was ashamed.

"It's okay. Mao Yiqing's voice revealed a trace of exhaustion, caressing Wei Zhen's back, he knew that until this moment, this little disciple really regarded himself as his master. "You take good care of your body and don't think nonsense. After a few days, the body will be healed. ”

Wei Zhen wanted to say more, but was stopped by Mao Yiqingyi stretching out his hand.

"Six monkeys, from today onwards, your little junior brother will be handed over to you. Mao Yiqing instructed Sun Liuhou, who was thin and tall, with long arms and knee-length beside him.

"Master, your old man will put a hundred hearts. With me here, it will only take three or five days for the little junior brother to become lively again. Sun Liuhou's chest snapped, and his mouth was full of promises, and he winked vigorously at Wei Zhen.

"Don't talk nonsense, take good care of your junior brother. Mao Yiqing glared at him and walked out of the room with vague steps.

Wei Zhen looked at Mao Yiqing leaving, as if he saw another old man Wei, his heart was sour, for the first time in this Maoshan Sect, he felt at home, and he was no longer under the fence.

"Little junior brother, do you remember me, senior brother?" As soon as Mao Yiqing's front foot left, Sun Liuhou immediately regained his lively monkey strength. "You are so powerful, senior brother, I don't admire you, you can't do it, you just broke into such a big basket as soon as you entered. Do you know that your little life was snatched back from the Ghost Gate by Master and Uncle Mo, and you don't know how much of the treasured pills in the sect have been eaten in the past few days, and I feel a little distressed when I see it...... You didn't see it, Master's steps were unsteady, but Uncle Mo just lay down to save you. ”

He is also a disciple of Mao Yiqing, and at this moment, under the chatter, he recounted the events of Wei Zhen in the past few days in a coma.

Wei Zhen listened, and two thin tears flowed from the corners of his eyes without a sound.

"Don't cry, why are you crying so decently? Come, senior brother will tell you a joke. One monkey on the ground, seven monkeys riding on the tree, how many monkeys are there? Can't guess what?--two monkeys, maybe three monkeys, one monkey pregnant, maybe four monkeys, two monkeys pregnant, eight monkeys, maybe nine monkeys...... Haha!"

"Oh, you black pig, no, what kind of pet is the black mouse, the master said, feed it with spirit stones first, and then dispose of it when you are well. ”

"It's boring. When you're ready, my brother will definitely take you out to have a good time, there are too many fun and delicious places in this area of Luoshan......"

Sun Liuhou's whole person was like a chatterbox, he couldn't stop as soon as he opened it, and when he saw Wei Zhen showing his lethargy, he finally closed his mouth.

From this day on, Sun Liuhou made a bunk in the room, taking care of Wei Zhen's diet and sleeping every day, in addition to being a chatterbox, he was very dedicated, meticulous, and always got some interesting things every few days to send Wei Zhen to make him happy.