Ask the sky,

Somewhere in the building, a place where few people come and go.

It was large, and it was empty, with only a few sparse rows of bookshelves and a sparse hundred and ten tables and chairs.

Two figures in parallel...

"Over the years, it's rare to come across something that appeals to you. ”

"Don't you want to know what he's looking for?"

"Hehe... You've put bait for so many days, and you haven't seen him take the bait, right?"

"That bait change, you can always fish out his mind..."

"Maybe he's tired of eating..."

"Is it..."

“......”

The two figures drifted away and walked down the stairs.

In the middle of the field, there were only a few dozen Confucians left, sitting sporadically among them.

The sound of "rustling" flipping books, copying, and groaning are all complacent.

It's another sunny morning.

Xia Xun took out the pony from the stable, and galloped towards Xicheng with ease.

The breeze blows three thousand green silks on the top,

The horseshoe hits the east-west road for a hundred miles.

The sages and gentlemen in Xicheng who were disturbed by the fast horses had gradually become accustomed to the one man and one horse running by at this time of the day, and it was just a few words of reprimand on time.

After half an hour, the horse stopped, and the wind stopped.

This is the fifteenth day of Xia Xun's entry into the scripture building.

Same as the other day. He walked quickly into the scripture building, and after saluting the scripture keeper, he walked to the position he had turned over yesterday, and continued to pull out the book...

He was still standing close to the door. Behind him, the endless shelves of books overlapping like mountains still make people unable to see the boundary at a glance.

Before him, it was one hundred and seventy-one bookshelves. In the past fifteen days, he has gone through all the tens of thousands of miscellaneous records.

However, he still didn't seem to have a clue about what he was looking for.

This, I can't help but make him a little lost...

Perhaps he was in a hurry to find those things, and inadvertently flipped through the book too quickly. Or maybe he turned it so fast that it didn't look like he was reading.

So much so that everyone who passed by him couldn't help but cast a little suspicious gaze...

Until the end, the news spread. Everyone knows that there is such a strange person in Jinglou.

This weirdo doesn't speak, he doesn't write, he doesn't sit still. When I entered the scripture building, I went directly to the bookshelf to draw books, flip books, and put books, day after day.

It's just that...

When everyone sees his amazing speed of flipping books, no one will think that he is really reading a book. They just thought that he had left something important in the book, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

Therefore, the people who are still paying attention to him are only concerned about whether he has found the item, and no one will notice the glimpse in his eyes.

Now that he's here again today, it proves that he hasn't found it yet...

I have to keep turning the books.

Xia Xun's flip book speed is still very fast, even seven points faster than when he came on the first day...

Because there are so many books here.

Now, every time he flips through a page, his hand only turns the paper halfway through, and then quickly picks up the next page and opens it. In other words, he basically only read half of the content of each page, and from the half of the content he saw, he deduced the approximate content of the other half of the page. When he comes across a new book that he has never touched on, he will turn the page and glance at it quickly.

Even so, in the face of the endless sea of books behind him, he is just a small fish that swims extremely fast...

At noon,

From the smallest open-air cafeteria, there was a faint smell of rice.

The readers in the building put down their books one after another and walked to the cafeteria, leaving only a few people who were so engrossed that they forgot that their meals were still beside the bookshelves.

The cafeteria was not large, and the long tables were soon filled, and there were several long queues waiting outside the cafeteria. There is nothing to do, and the best way to pass the time when a crowd gathers must be small talk.

Therefore, the noisyst time of the day in the quiet Jinglou is lunchtime.

The most talked about a few days ago was the new weirdo, but after a few days of chatting, it was boring, and no one mentioned it again.

Today seems to be a little different...

I don't know which Confucian student was waiting for the meal to first notice that the strange man was actually standing quietly today, and he didn't move...

"Look, he's not moving," the man reminded, and many of the people waiting for the meal looked at the strange man.

"Did he find something missing from the book?"

"Probably not, he was standing in that position when I passed by this morning, and he didn't move."

"He's reading a book, you see he's flipping through a book"

Of course Xia Xun is reading a book...

Judging by the bright color of the book in his hand, it should have been just a rubbing. No matter how big or small, the thickness is similar to other books, and there is nothing special about it.

However, it was just such an ordinary book, but Xia Xun finally stopped his impatient movements and footsteps for many days.

At the moment, he is turning through books much slower than before. There was an irrepressible excitement and a hint of concern in his eyes.

And the rubbings in his hands are called "The Second Part of the Divine Consciousness Interpretation". It's really not a unique book, nor is it a powerful understanding, it's just written by an unknown scholar...

The content of the book is also very ordinary, just some theories and conjectures about divine consciousness, nothing more...

Maybe it's because this rubbing, it's too ordinary. Ordinary Xia Xunzhen has never heard of or understood. It is precisely because of this that when Xia Xun opened it and looked at it for the first time, it suddenly thundered like five thunders...

It's just that the conjecture and discussion of divine consciousness in the book are really crazy for ordinary people. It's just that for Xia Xun, who has been reading books with his mind since he was a child, there seems to be some truth...

The flesh and blood on his body were sealed by the sky, and he could not practice. Later, the divine soul was also locked by the sun, and he didn't even have the opportunity to comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Now, the only thing left to use is the Divine Sense...

This is something that the old man can't seal. Divine consciousness is the mind and consciousness of living beings, invisible and formless from the mind and brain, body language, sensory movements are all under the control of divine consciousness in order to execute and make...

If the old man even sealed his divine sense, then Xia Xun would be no different from a dead person.

His hand flipped back and forth on seven of the pages...

He had already dabbled in the content before, so he didn't read it. And the contents of these seven pages of thin paper, which he had never read, were his most pressing question at the moment. The content explains the use of the mind in the seven senses......

Xia Xun held the book in his hand and stood there quietly.

Fingertips keep beating on the side of the seven pages, turning over and over. The speed has also changed from slowly flipping through at the beginning, to a rapid flip at the end.

A trace of concern in his eyes was gradually replaced by resoluteness...

The time of the meal will pass,

Only a light aftertaste is left in the air.

There are not many people left waiting in line for food...

"You can try..."

Xia Xun smiled slightly and said to himself.

At the same time, the "Divine Interpretation" was carefully put back in its place.

"He's gone"

"He should have found what he missed. ”

"He's lucky, this can be found in the Jing Lou. The guy who asked Yuege last time missed a few gold leaf signatures in the book when he borrowed the book, but he didn't find the book for months."

The few people who stayed in the cafeteria looked at the back of the person who left early. I couldn't help but mutter a few words to each other...

A middle-aged man in linen with black hair and waist-length walked to the place where Xia Xun had just stayed.

I casually pulled out the "Divine Consciousness Interpretation" and flipped through a few pages at random.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up a little...

"Xiao Yu has taken the bait, it seems that there is something wrong with his cultivation. ”

"Hehe... Then he's looking for the way..."A natural male voice came in the wind at any time, and no one was seen.

The long-haired man slowly closed the book: "Maybe he's also looking for revenge." ”

"That's not something he can control. ”

"The people behind him can..."

“...”

The sun hangs right in the center

The scorching sun of late autumn is not much different from summer.

Xia Xun left the Jinglou, and rode on the jujube red pony to the east of the city.

The horse is running in a hurry...

When the fast horse galloped back to the Seven Star Courtyard, it was still a long time before the watermelon and their class was over.

Xia Xun went to the cafeteria alone for a brief lunch, and immediately returned to the wing room of Yuheng Courtyard.

He cut a pot of tea, took a few sips, and then sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and meditating.

The description in that book is actually very bizarre, so that no one who has read it can agree with the author's thoughts. From the notes and doubts written on the pages, it can be seen that the author's cultivation is very ordinary, at least at the time he wrote this book.

But it was precisely the whimsy in the book that gave Xia Xun a few wisps of thought.

As the book conjectures, he tried to emanate his mind, and at the same time direct his perception to the hundred remains, the nine orifices, and the six internal organs in his body.

Everyone knows...

Perception is extremely difficult to diverge. Perception comes from the heart, and it becomes perception when it reaches the eyes, but there can only be one mind. It's hard to do it twice, and it's even harder to do it all.

The seven pages of the "Interpretation of Divine Consciousness" are to make people turn their minds into multiple channels of spiritual consciousness and send them to the limbs and bones of the human body, so that the hair is the eye and the flesh is the heart.

Although it is simple in the book, it is too difficult to do.

After reading this book, the great Confucian once said that the seemingly reasonable arguments in the book are more like a fallacy. Not to mention whether there is anyone who can use all kinds of things, even if there is, it is definitely not that saints cannot have it. Otherwise, even if a person transforms into a hundred paths of spiritual consciousness, he can turn an ordinary person into a fool just by relying on those senses that are transmitted back through the divine consciousness. Think about it, how can a person think about hundreds of questions at the same time?

Maybe only Xia Xun, who was driven crazy by the hope of cultivation in this world, would rely on his powerful divine sense that could see a piece of paper at a glance, and run to try it with a few pages of discussion.

Xia Xun frowned, his closed eyelids kept shaking, and his hands clenched into fists. He couldn't lift his strength from the locked soul, and he could only use his mental power to forcibly drive away the division of his mind with his tenacious will. At this moment, Xia Xun is like a suffocating person, extremely uncomfortable.

Beads of sweat on his face slid down his cheeks and splashed onto his tight fists. The red and hot fist instantly turned the beads of sweat into mist. This is the backlash caused by his forcibly driving the spiritual consciousness into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and sometimes touching the heaven-covering path in the flesh and blood. That Dao Covering the Sky had an extremely strong hostility towards the divine consciousness of the flesh and blood passing by, and directly triggered the Dao Dao formation within the seal, firmly blocking all the blood channels of the flesh and blood under the skin.

Xia Xun had long expected this result, endured the severe pain of deboning, and tried several times to forcibly drive more than a dozen divine senses into the flesh and blood, but to no avail, he gave up the idea of integrating flesh and blood into the divine consciousness. In turn, he tried to drive the consciousness into the fur of his limbs......

Xia Xun, who was in a trance, seemed to have forgotten time. Watermelon and Big Fat shouted in Yuheng Courtyard after class, but Xia Xun didn't notice it.

It's late at night. Tranquility, only a few twinkling stars.

On the west floor, there is an oil lamp lit on the top floor, a pot of sake, two wine glasses placed on the eaves at random, and two figures under the oil lamp.

It's the two deans of Tianji and Yuheng...

The two veterans are swinging their calves in a dashing manner, sitting on the edge...

"He's a lot like a teacher..."

Lu Laodao looked up at the stars, as if reminiscing.

"yes..."

Dean Yuheng didn't look up, but looked at the dark wing room deeply: "They are all so stubborn, they all know that they can't do it, and they do it..."

"It's a pity... Even though he has a good economy, he is hopeless..."Lu Laodao sighed.

"Shall we go check his pulse in a few days and see if there is any other way?"

Lu Laodao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "When I was in Xia Village, the hidden master warned me not to force it..."

“......”

Dean Yuheng was a little surprised: "Could it be that he is the same as the teacher back then...?"

"Hehe, it's not the same..."Lu Laodao replied with a smile.

Dean Yuheng frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

“......”

Lu Laodao shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

“......”

The stars are twinkling in the sky, and the moon is gradually obscured by dark clouds...

Xia Xun, who had been in his consciousness for nearly three hours, finally made some movements.

The wet clothes gradually dried, the red skin returned to flesh yellow, and the five fingers of the right hand were constantly trembling, and the trembling amplitude was very large and strange, as if five living objects were trembling separately. It was as if he was desperately struggling out of flesh......

In the past few hours, he had endured the sharp pain caused by his divine consciousness touching the heavens from time to time, and slowly pushed more than a dozen spiritual senses through his mind, and at the same time carefully drove them from the Heavenly Spirit Gai to his palms. By the time they reached the two palms, only two of the dozen or so divine senses remained, and the others had already been lost and dissipated on the way.

After several attempts, he succeeded in integrating one of the divine senses into the fur of the five fingers of his right palm.

He opened his eyes slowly and wearily.

He looked at his white five fingers...

At the same time, five fingers, like five eyes, were also looking at himself strangely. It's like there's a sudden extra self in this world.

The weirdness left him speechless for a long time...

It's a bit of a strange thing. I guess the scholar and author wouldn't have thought of it. His random guessing will make people realize a point one day...

When Xia Xun put down his right hand, he found that the room was dark, and he forgot about it again.

He took the lit oil lamp, looked at the sleeping watermelon next door, and then walked under the gazebo.

Just like in Summer Village, roll up your trousers and soak your legs in the running water. Looking at the moon in the sky in a daze...

said a short sentence to himself:

"Grandpa, is this a glimmer of hope you left me?"