Wind armor, consciousness, a gray mist wrapped around his body, and fell silently.

Sound, smell, taste, touch, all four senses are lost, a person, an abyss, a self, and nothing else.

This time, he opened his eyes, consciously, perceiving the golden light that had been summoned earlier, looking for direction.

The road ahead was foggy and chaotic, and he didn't know where he was, and he was waiting.

In the depths of Feng Jialun's mind, a stone platform, a place where consciousness gathers, the old man in the zodiac robe stood quietly, the chaos in front of his eyes had opened, and the turbidity and the two qi were separated.

He held a nine-story glazed pagoda in his hand, blooming with golden light, expelling the endless darkness around him, turning into a lighthouse to guide those who came.

Yin and yang, the qi of the two instruments, one clear and one turbid, one day and one place, the sun and the moon.

Yin and Yang are mutual, Yin and Yang are cultivated, Yin and Yang are opposed, and Yin and Yang have the same root.

Chaos, Wuji, Taiji, Liangyi, Yin and Yang, two in life.

Yin and yang, sympathetic rebirth, the beginning of heaven and earth.

For heaven and earth, this is the beginning of life, a good beginning.

For the individual, it is the enlightenment of spiritual consciousness, the fog of chaos is opened, the mind is clear, the consciousness is clearer, and the gradual growth is made.

Seeing and seeing the heart, following your heart, the consciousness returns. ”

The yellow-robed old man shouted, this time it was different, he already knew that Feng Jialun's vision was turned on, and the nine-story pagoda in his hand burst into golden light and turned into a lighthouse.

Dry, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Zhong, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui.

Nine days, nine rounds of the sun, scorching its glory.

Feng Jialun sensed that the feeling of heat, the burning of his soul, and the nine rays of light that led him.

He followed that familiar warmth and chased after him.

In front of him, the endless darkness and bottomless abyss could not stop him from moving forward.

There are lighthouses, people with directions.

In front of him, the nine golden rays of light continued to grow, and in Feng Jialun's eyes, he saw a nine-story glazed tower, blooming with brilliance.

This time, he really saw it.

Seeing, seeing, conscious, remembering.

There are words on the tower, and each of the nine floors has its own name.

Qiangong, Kan Palace, Gen Palace, Zhen Palace, Middle Palace, Xun Palace, Ligong, Kun Palace, Dui Palace.

Nine Palaces, One Kan Palace, Two Kun Palaces, Three Zhen Palaces, Four Xun Palaces, Five Middle Palaces, Six Qian Palaces, Seven Dui Palaces, Eight Gen Palaces, and Nine Palaces.

Nine Palace Tower?

He was in, a stone platform, and on the stone platform, there were countless ink-colored stone tablets, and he fell on the platform, no longer falling, standing.

There are words on the ink-colored stele, Feng Jialun looked carefully this time, he couldn't understand it, the text on the stele seemed to be an ancient language, he didn't know it.

Under the stele is surrounded by countless circles, very similar to the annual rings of a tree, and each stele has it.

There was someone on the stone platform, and he saw it.

The yellow-robed old man in the 'Alchemy Pavilion' had seen him in a hurry since that day after the Yin Yang Pagoda, and today was the second time he had 'seen'.

Feng Jialun walked in front of the old man, opened his eyes, and waved his hand, his wisdom had been enlightened, and his consciousness had been opened.

However, as soon as I walked, I was shocked at the bottom of my heart, looking at myself, it was actually a born child.

Small arms, small short legs, walking and swaying from side to side.

Looking at the surrounding environment, there is a realm of nothingness, and yin and yang are separated.

The two rituals evolved, with light in the sky and darkness on the earth.

The change of heaven and earth, all it takes, it is time, it is a great change.

The only way to grow, waiting, patience, is essential.

The old man in the zodiac robe: "Know yourself and understand yourself." ”

He shouted heavily, and the nine-story glazed pagoda in his hand emitted a golden light, shining on Feng Jialun's body, Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Zhong, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, the nine characters, flashed one by one.

Feng Jialun felt warm all over his body, and nine streams of pure energy were injected into his body, filling all parts of his body, nourishing his body.

His eyelids throbbed, heavy, slowly, slowly, gradually, closed, meditative.

Vaguely, looking at the sky.

The Seven Dawns of the Heavens.

One day and one month, metal, wood, water, fire, earth.

Beidou of the sky, nine stars, greedy wolf, giant gate, Lu Cun, Wenqu, Lian Zhen, Wuqu, broken army, left auxiliary, right Bi.

In turn, Tianshu Star, Tianxuan Star, Tianji Star, Tianquan Star, Yuheng Star, Minyang Star, Shaking Light Star, Cave Star, and Hidden Yuan Star.

Vaguely, looking at the ground.

In all directions, east, west, north, south, and middle, there is wind, wandering everywhere, and his whereabouts are uncertain.

The green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, the Xuanwu, the four spirit gods, the four corners of the earth.

Medium, thick soil.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth.

Vaguely, look at yourself.

Numerology, the four pillars, the year, the month and the day.

Ten Heavenly Stems: A, B, C, D, E, G, G, Gen, Xin, Ren, Aoi.

Twelve earthly branches: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai.

Four columns, eight characters.

Yearly stem, annual branch, monthly stem, monthly branch, daily stem, daily branch, time stem, time branch.

Concept, heaven, earth, man, three talents.

Two instruments, evolution, three talents.

Feng Jialun fell into a wonderful situation, his own consciousness changed, and this world changed with it.

It's been a long time, and I don't know how long time has passed.

The old man in the zodiac robe: "If you don't open it at this time, when will you wait?" ”

The old man urged the nine-story pagoda, and the nine golden rays swept up and down the stone platform, shooting at the four sides of the heaven and earth, dividing the yin and yang qi of the two instruments, and at the same time, the golden light was injected into Feng Jialun's body, opening his world.

Finally, Feng Jialun opened his eyes, yin and yang eyes.

The heavens change, there are the sun and the moon, there are five stars, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

The Big Dipper Nine Star Chart, the stars are beginning to appear.

Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Minyang, Shaoguang, Dongming, Yinyuan.

The ground changes, there are four directions in the east, west, north and south, a green dragon in the east, a white tiger in the west, a vermilion bird in the south, and a Xuanwu in the north.

The earth, the earth, the mountains, the water, the fog.

People change, numerology.

There is a face, there are palm prints, there is a self-heart, the center.

Heaven, earth, people, the emperor and the queen of earth, people stand on the sky and the earth.

Everything, mediation and creation.

Ming, out of nothing, avenue thaumaturgy.

Dark, two instruments and three talents, the art of nature.

Well, everything is just right. ”

The old man in the yellow robe stroked his white beard with a look of relief.

Feng Jialun woke up and spoke.

Babble, babble...... ”

When the voice came out, his eyes widened at first, it was incredible, he became a toddler, and he couldn't speak.

Haha, son, I still need to be taught. ”

The old man in the yellow robe chuckled, stroked Feng Jialun's head, and cared for him.

One old and one young, looking at each other silently.

Time passes, time flies.

I don't know how to get back, and I don't know when I will wake up.

Outside, in the boys' dormitory, Feng Jialun opened his eyes and looked at himself first.

A bronze mirror, he is still him, his hands and feet, everything has changed slightly, and he feels that he is just a little more handsome.

Ah, oh, uh. ”

He spoke loudly, pronounced normally.

This made him in a trance, Fang is a dream?

If it were a dream, it would be too real.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried.

At this moment, the sky is faintly bright.

At the end of the day, the ghost pot mountain, bursts of white mist, a gentle breeze, clouds around the mountainside.

The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses. ”

Washing, dressing, looking in the mirror, going out.

Feng Jialun and Shui Dingsheng went to the Huifeng Canteen together.

Subsequently, the fire Geng cloud rose, and the cloud Yi escaped.

Huo Gengyun, wash quickly, dress neatly, and look in the mirror for a long time.

Yun Yiyi, the practice of opening the altar, wholeheartedly, has no other use.

Outside the dormitory, the fog is deep and nowhere to be found.

Today, it seems to be a cloudy day.