In the room, Lin Qiu looked at Feng Xue, who had obvious signs of emaciation compared to before, and frowned slightly, but whether it was the Absolute Spirit Array, the magic talisman in his hand, or his own perception, he didn't notice the slightest abnormality.

"There is no problem with the demons, the mental state is not normal, except for a few days without eating or drinking, there is no other problem at all...... Lin Qiu conducted a new round of examinations as usual, confirming that there would be no problems in a short period of time, before turning around, opening the door, and bringing the still warm meal into the room.

There are two servings of meals, one is four dishes and one soup, the amount is meaty, and there are a large number of medicinal materials to replenish lean qi, while the other is just a simple bowl of meat, a vegetarian and a bowl of rice, which looks different from ordinary families, only in the meat and oil.

Lin Qiu picked up the simple dish and ate it, neither fast nor slow, one dish and one meal, eating very rhythmically, but her attention was always on Feng Xue.

After eating, Lin Qiu stacked the dishes, and then reached out and touched the bottom of the plate as usual, and sure enough, he found an envelope, Lin Qiu shook off the letter paper, and saw the beautiful handwriting on it-

"Master, master, it's been three days, and the little uncle is still not well? Is there nothing wrong with you over there? Nothing happened to the king yesterday, everything was very stable, but I went to beat up the little ghost of the Liu family at night-that little ghost passed on the gossip of the little uncle! Well, okay, that's it, whatever the master wants to eat at night, I'll let the kitchen cook it for you......"

"There's more and more nonsense......" Lin Qiu folded the letter again, although he complained in his mouth, the corners of his mouth turned up, he took out a piece of letter paper, and wrote it with a brush, of course, not to write about tonight's menu, but to ask about something.

Although there is nothing major at the moment for the Monk Countermeasures Bureau, as the head of the department, she still has something to consider.

Although Feng Xue is in a good state now, she is not sure when there will be problems, and it is impossible for Xu Qin to send in official business, so it can only be in this way, and it is better than nothing.

Lin Qiu's state of mind was very calm, because she didn't worry much about Feng Xue, or rather, Feng Xue's current state was the best state.

What is the most terrible thing for a monk?

Enchanted, of course.

As long as you don't fall into the devil, everything else is just a drizzle.

Feng Xue is in a good mental state now, Lin Qiu doesn't need to think about anything else, even if the flesh is exhausted, there are many monks who have a way to make it back, what really needs to be considered is nothing more than when to forcibly wake him up.

......

Compared to Lin Qiu's eating and drinking, and looking at the apprentice's message, Feng Xue has been much more boring these days, and the repetition of homework itself is grinding temperament, not to mention grinding stones, if Feng Xue hadn't been punching for two years in a row, I'm afraid she would have been nervous now.

But there are also results - at least in front of him, there is a pile of rubbed dust.

The place where Feng Xue's consciousness is located is the fantasy space called the sea of knowledge, and the thing he is rubbing and causing fire is not the "spiritual power" and "divine consciousness" in traditional online texts, nor is it the spiritual power source that is analogous to the origin of mana, but the mind itself.

It may be a bit abstract, but the mind is an abstract concept.

It is not an entity, but more of a thing formed by a person's subjective cognition, which can be regarded as a part of the soul and the intellect, intangible and insubstantial, and no one can detect its existence for sure, but it is indeed there.

And the term burning the mind is itself a very broad idea, as if it is in a state of lust, how did it burn up, and what did it burn? There is no way to explain it, because the explanation becomes a kind of "metaphor".

Even if a monk wants to truly burn his mind before he truly reaches the realm of "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top", he only relies on "visualization" to do so.

In other words, all practices, until they are actually achieved, are just visualizations.

It's like looking inside, can you really see the dantian? Can you feel the internal organs? Actually, you can't, the eyes don't have that function, and the divine consciousness doesn't reach that realm.

So, what's the deal with inwardness?

It is nothing more than to establish a comparative model in the mind through various feedback from the body, and to imagine the corresponding picture with reason.

But can you say it's a pipe dream? No.

This is because even what the eyes see is only a light signal generated by the reflection of light, which is then converted into an electrical signal and transmitted to your brain through the nerves.

The difference between the two is that the "data" that the eye captures as the source of fantasy is more "visual" than the "data" that is accumulated by the senses.

All human perceptions are subjective, and deep discussion can only fall into the whirlpool of philosophy, and Feng Xue, as long as he knows that he embodies such a scenery through visualization, and can achieve his own purpose through this knowledge of the scenery in the sea.

But the visualization of the mind is not a fantasy, it is formless and insubstantial, but it has a clear reflection, you can't imagine it fluffy and soft, it becomes fluffy and soft, you can only materialize it according to its own characteristics.

Feng Xue's will is firm, reflected in the sea of knowledge, it is the posture of steel bars, Feng Xue can visualize the plural will steel bars rubbing against each other, because the will has no concept of quantity, but he can't manually break the will, because that is tantamount to negating the results he has exercised in the past two years.

But fortunately, it can be ground down after all.

Seeing that there was more and more powder in front of her, Feng Xue's sense of anticipation was slowly accumulating.

He had wanted to ignite it more than once, but he had been restrained by himself.

The reason is simple, he is not worried enough.

Human beings are very strange creatures, and when you think "hold on for x seconds", the time you realize is often much faster than the real flow rate.

In the same way, when you feel that you have "finally saved enough", it is often not enough.

So, he'd rather scrape a little more than do it again after a failure.

It's like a lot of people play the game of brushing, and they can still stick to it after a long time, but once they lose their account, they don't even want to touch it again.

Feng Xue wasn't sure that he would be able to show the confidence to do it again, so he would rather do it to the limit at once.

Even though he knows that he may have begun to enter a state of dehydration, anemia, etc., and may even have begun to digest his own fat and protein, he is still persevering.