A cold light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes, and he nodded with a smile: "I will consider it."
Whether Chen Yang believed what he said was unknown to others, but Wang Yu simply believed it.
As if he had let go of his worries, he slipped into the bed. From the lines outside the bed, it could be seen that his thin body relaxed completely.
It seemed that only by hiding himself under the quilt, Wang Yu was no longer afraid.
When Chen Yang saw this, he shook his head, then shook his head again.
He felt that it had only been a long time since he arrived in this world whose name he didn't even know, and he shook his head as he had been in the Dragon Gate world for so long.
It’s really a lot of helplessness and a lot of weird things.
Shen Lang is, Zhang and Li are,
Despite all the good intentions, Wang Yu, who is as cowardly as a chicken,
It's a wonderful flower all the same.
Chen Yang waited for a short while to make sure that Wang Yu, his younger brother, really would not disturb him anymore, then resumed his sitting position cross-legged and sunk his mind into the depths of the sea of consciousness.
As the habit became natural, Chen Yang subconsciously called on the reincarnation disk of the heavens and visualized the Yuanshi Tianzun.
The next second, his consciousness was shaking violently, and cracks appeared like decorative murals.
There is no trace of Yuanshi Tianzun;
The reincarnation disk of the heavens wants to come out and hide.
Chen Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This time I really suffered a big loss. I'm afraid I won't be able to recover these two trump cards until I reach a certain level of cultivation."
Fortunately, he had anticipated it, so it didn't affect his mood, and the method of "opening up the secluded world" echoed in his heart again.
One by one, the cold and dark golden handwriting emerged, flowing in a line like fish in the sea of consciousness.
The exercises that the original owner had memorized long ago were clearly presented before Chen Yang's eyes.
As the skills flowed over and over again in Chen Yang's sea of consciousness, gradually, some brand new lavender words were added to it, dancing around sections of dark gold text like children pulling adults to play.
Those are the contents of public sermons given to the disciples of the outer sect again and again, and they are all aimed at the understanding of the Tongyou Dharma Sect and the elders who go to the outer sect to eat and wait to die.
These understandings are naturally not worth mentioning to the real Yin Mo Sect masters, but to the handyman disciples who have never even touched the door, they are like a book from heaven.
At least the original owner has heard it countless times, and every time it goes in one ear and out the other, making him dizzy, but he doesn't get any real insights.
Human memory is very magical. As a human being, you can memorize something after reciting it several times, but you can also forget it completely as soon as you wake up.
The things that the original owner thought he had forgotten are actually still solidly present in the depths of his memory, but he just cannot awaken them.
For Chen Yang, this is of course no problem. He can even dig out when the original owner last wet the bed.
Those explanations that were like a heavenly book to the original owner were no secrets to Chen Yang?
Coupled with the original text of the Tongyou Dharma Gate, the thorough understanding suddenly emerged like the moonlight shining on the Western Garden.
Chen Yang only spent a short time and his understanding of the Tongyou Dharma was no less than that of the handyman disciples who had spent more than ten years in the outer sect.
His mood is stable and his mood is calm, but it is just a simple method for beginners, and Chen Yang is not proud of it.
"Give it a try."
Chen Yang opened his eyes, took a deep breath, changed his sitting position, and changed to supporting his head with one hand, lying sideways on the bed, and his mind sank again.
Enter concentration.
The Tongyou Method is, after all, a magic method, and its requirements are different from those of Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism.
Taoism emphasizes the five-hearted approach to the sky, in order to open the heart to the heart of heaven and get closer to nature;
The Buddha sits cross-legged and performs mudra. Each mudra reflects a door of enlightenment, and the one who is close is the Buddha;
Confucianism requires calmness, incense and calligraphy to stimulate the literary spirit in the heart and reflect the righteousness in the chest...