"Here it is again, here it is!" Zuo Feng lay on the bed, squinting because he was pretending to sleep, and he was so frightened by the various visions in the dormitory that he didn't dare to move. The thick coarse cloth mosquito net surrounded his one-meter-two bed very tightly, and it stands to reason that if ordinary people open their eyes, even if they have a 5.3 eyesight, they can't see through the mosquito net, but Zuo Feng just saw it, to be exact, he felt it.

In the 40-square-meter dormitory, there are three beds on the left and right, each bed is used for sleeping, and the lower bed is designed as a desk and computer desk. Due to the late arrival of seven days, the bed originally arranged by the school for Zuo Feng was occupied by other students, and after communicating with the counselor, this dormitory was arranged, but the bed arranged by the counselor was occupied by Qin Xinyu again, according to Qin Xinyu's words, I thought that Zuo Feng would not come to repeat.

In line with the principle of uniting his classmates, Zuo Feng generously slept on this bed by the door, after all, such a good dormitory, Zuo Feng is also the only one in his life. In the past, the upper and lower bunks were all sleeping, and if anyone broke a fart on the upper bunk, the lower bunk would have to shake three times.

It was estimated that it was two o'clock in the morning, Zuo Feng was lying with his eyes squinted, but he felt that the five classmates on the other five beds were meditating cross-legged, each exuding a faint light of different colors, and it was at this time yesterday that they started to act.

"It's ugly, everyone, it's time to start. The clinical Liang Huan took the work, and the pink light around him gradually converged. He suddenly made a sound, so frightened that Zuo Feng was about to tremble, and only recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart in order to calm down.

The violet, cyan, gold, and black light of the other beds also converged. The purple light is Wu Dingxiang, the blue light is Wei Fen, the golden light is Qin Xinyu, and the black light is Feng Jing. Tonight is the third day after military training, unlike during military training, when he slept upside down until dawn, Zuo Feng was able to wake up in the early hours of the morning by urine, and he could distinguish it after a few days.

"Let's act, Liang Huan, you cultivate illusions, and you have to cast a spell on Zuo Feng to make him have a good dream. "Wu Dingxiang is the fattest in the whole dormitory, and he is full of confidence in speaking. A pink misty fox catapulted out of Liang Huan's fingertips, penetrated Zuofeng's thick cloth mosquito net, and then silently dispersed, and then fell like fine sand, seeping into Zuofeng's body.

"His grandmother's, let me hold my urine again! What classmate is this!" Zuo Feng only felt that his body was paralyzed, and his squinted eyelids automatically closed, but his consciousness was still awake, and he couldn't help but curse secretly. After listening intently for a long time, I only felt that everyone had gone out, and then I relaxed.

Zuo Feng only trained for 21 days because he was late, and he was so tired that he slept until half past six in the morning. The day before yesterday was the first day after the end of military training, and Zuo Feng also slept beautifully, but he couldn't notice anything. It's just that I was about to ease up yesterday, it was also two o'clock in the morning, I also woke up with my urine in my breath, and I was also cast by Liang Huan.

You can't sleep with your urine in your hands, Zuofeng has endured it yesterday, and they will come back after the bell rings in the morning, and then the spell will be invalid. Psychological construction has been done yesterday, although shocked by the collapse of the worldview, but yesterday's whole day of thinking also allowed Zuo Feng to slowly adapt, calm, and even have a surprise. It's just that Liang Huan's smoky spell only made him lose control of his body, and it didn't shield his own senses.

"Sooner or later, I'll have to get revenge!" Zuo Feng thought hatefully. At this moment, he felt that his body was like a container that imprisoned him, but his spirit was able to float in this container. Thinking like this, Zuo Feng's mind suddenly moved, and he hurriedly observed intently.

This feeling is very familiar to Zuo Feng, he has been dreaming again and again for the past month, and he can do everything in his dreams, but he gets stuck when he reaches the key place. I dreamed several times, knowing that it was in a dream, struggling to wake up, but I couldn't wake up, and I was very afraid of whether I would be trapped in the dream and couldn't get out. Sometimes in my dreams, I will fly, I will fly and fly, but I will never reach my destination.

But this time it's a little different, in Zuo Feng's feeling, he is a little transparent and soft particle, embedded in the center of the eyebrows, smaller than a mung bean, but it is not integrated with flesh and blood, as if there is an extra space there, and this space does not actually occupy the space of the head.

Just thinking about going out of this space, the small transparent particles also stretched out invisible tentacles, and Zuo Feng only saw a small amount of pink light mist and a large amount of white light filling the entire head space, all the way down to the shoulder socket. Wherever the white light went, the pink light slowly melted away, and one part of the neck was brighter than the other, as if it were a spring, slowly transporting the white light in.

It was the first time Zuo Feng saw such a strange scene, and modern technology could not scan the inside of the human body so meticulously, so he wanted to look down at the condition of the body. As the consciousness spreads, passing through the white space, it is all filled with pink light below the shoulder. Zuo Feng thought of Liang Huan's spell, and it seemed that it was this pink mist that made him unable to control his body.

What is the white light? Zuo Feng withdrew his divine sense, walked towards the bright gathering, hesitated for a moment, and plunged into it.

The severe pain is not enough to describe the feeling at this moment, the divine sense passed through the bright spring, and the body space was revealed, and Zuo Feng saw clearly the source of the white light at that moment, which was the Hetian Jade Pixiu pendant on his neck, which was a relic of his grandmother! At the moment when the divine consciousness touched the Pixiu pendant, an inexplicable suction force pulled out of Pixiu's mouth, not only Zuo Feng's divine consciousness was swept in, but the pink light in his body was also swept out, and a little blood also oozed out of the place where the Pixiu pendant and his neck touched, and all of them were swallowed by the Pixiu pendant as if it had come to life!

Zuo Feng completely lost consciousness, but he didn't know that the jade pixiu outside suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire dormitory, which lasted for dozens of seconds, and then infiltrated Zuo Feng's body little by little, disappearing, leaving only a neck rope.

The familiar music bell resounded throughout the campus, and Zuo Feng's body shook and slowly opened his eyes. Liang Huan and the others have already returned, each lying on the bed, and I don't know if they are really sleeping. Zuo Feng hurriedly went to the toilet to put water, lay back on the bed again, poked his index finger at his eyebrows, closed his eyes and sensed for a while, before he was sure that everything before was not a dream.

"Huh. Zuo Feng laughed unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at, what are you dreaming about, and you're still so happy when you wake up. Qin Xinyu is more talkative, if it weren't for the observation and experience of the past few days, Zuo Feng would not think that this little fat man is so simple. No, the whole dormitory is not a fuel-efficient lamp, including me in the future, Zuo Feng thought silently in his heart.

"It's nothing, I dream of something funny. Left Wind replied. The dormitory was quiet again, and Zuo Feng was able to sort out what had happened recently.

Pixiu is a relic of her grandmother, who passed away on the day of school. Grandma was happy and mourned, and died of no illness at the age of 83. Fortunately, after receiving the notice at the end of August, the counselor contacted the whole class, and everyone entered the WeChat group, and Zuo Feng asked the counselor for seven days off.

When taking care of the relics, Zuo Feng got this Pixiu pendant. During the military training, he didn't wear accessories, so Zuo Feng didn't wake up until half past six every day, and it was estimated that Liang Huan's contribution was indispensable. Fortunately, the military training was over, and Zuo Feng put on the Pixiu pendant, one to express mourning, and the other to Zuo Feng's customs, the relics of the old man were blessed.

Sure enough, it is blessed, the Pixiu pendant is actually not Hetian jade, but a inheritance made by secret methods based on the spirit stone of the spiritual energy crystallization of heaven and earth, mainly based on the essence of divine thoughts. This kind of inheritance requires spell triggering, divine consciousness, and blood donation to be introduced into practice. Zuo Feng was cast by Liang Huan for nearly a month and actually exercised the divine consciousness space, and at night he was hit by a spell, and his divine sense could still pierce the skin, everything was a coincidence.

Time returns to the left wind to be sucked into Pixiu space. It was a spaceless space of unknown size, as if it had been imprisoned somewhere in the void. You can't see the boundary with the extreme eye, and the strange thing is that although there are no stars and moons in all directions, you can see things clearly in the whole space. The left wind clearly saw that there was a three-step small platform in the center, and the platform was a simple blue color, and it also exuded the brilliance of blue color. On the platform, there was a transparent book out of thin air, but the book was like substance, flickering from time to time.

Zuo Feng's mind moved, and the villain who had been transformed into divine consciousness immediately crossed over to the platform, observed for a long time, and identified for a long time, before he determined that the three big seal characters on the book cover were shining with clear light-Void Sutra.

The Tao is big and quiet, and the void is also the Tao. Nothingness opens and closes, and a Qi is turbulent. After parting ways and releasing Confucianism, the eternal way is the way. These three words, the words are concise, expressive and grand, and when he looks at these three words, Zuo Feng is so excited that the divine villain almost collapses. He majored in Chinese, and was always interested in some traditional literature, Taoism and other books such as the Tao Te Ching, and was often confused by some mysterious words and phrases. Now that it is within reach, Zuo Feng did not hesitate, and the divine sense villain stretched out his hand and grabbed the "Void Sutra".

Then the "Void Sutra" collapsed and dispersed, and the divine consciousness villain that enveloped Zuo Feng, in the blink of an eye, smelted with the divine consciousness villain into a dark blue halo, and slowly spread to the entire space. The halo slowly spread, and the Pixiu pendant on Zuo Feng's neck slowly integrated into his body. When the halo filled the entire space, the Pixiu pendant also completely integrated into Zuo Feng's body, and turned into a white light in Zuo Feng's body, and then spread to every part of his body.

Zuo Feng had completely lost consciousness, but after his body was moistened by the spread of white light, all the remnants of the pink light cast by Liang Huan were swept away, all the scars were slowly smoothed, and the moles on his body also tended to fade. Until the white light faded, it returned to the dantian, and slowly opened up a small space in the dantian. When the dantian space was formed, the white light dimmed and disappeared at this time, and it was injected into the divine consciousness space in the center of Zuo Feng's eyebrows along the meridians.

Zuo Feng didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt as if he was in a dream. In the dream he read a thick book, and with each word he read, it jumped out and smashed on the door of his head, and then it became smaller and smaller like an awl into his head.

The Void Sutra, carrying the Tao with nothingness, and seizing the yuan through divine consciousness. When the white light was subsumed into the space of Zuo Feng's divine consciousness, Zuo Feng had already regained consciousness, and he didn't care about urinating, and Zuo Feng carefully realized the Void Sutra in his divine consciousness.