My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 2: The Heart Sutra of No Form
The work in the Heavenly Prison... is a bit simple.

There were no new prisoners and no prisoners sent for execution.

At least for one layer.

Ye Wuyou, dressed in a black prison guard uniform, walked in the prison corridor and distributed the food in his hand to the prisoners one by one.

Over the past few days, Ye Wuyou has become completely familiar with his work, and his previous work experience has also allowed him to get along well with his colleagues.

I have even reached the stage of actively requesting overtime and helping my colleagues to take over shifts.

Ye Wuyou was certainly not willing to become a so-called labor scab.

But Tianlao overtime, it really pays! And double!
They even pay me for overtime work, which makes me cry. They can obviously do it for free.

Work two days and rest two days, double pay for overtime, three meals included, indoor work, management level (brainwashing: responsible for managing dozens of prisons), no risk of being fired due to old age.

In the past, when it came to doing this kind of work, Ye Wuyou felt like he was just reading a novel.

Ye Wuyou is really short of money now.

Because he has not yet reached the first level, he still needs to complete body training before that.

To strengthen the body, a large amount of blood, food and medicinal materials are needed.

These all require money.

With the identity of the Heavenly Prison Jailer, Ye Wuyou finally got the thing he had been longing for.

"Dahe Yuqi Jue"

Even though it is heard that this is considered a common product in the outside world, it is still a serious practice method that is still inaccessible to ordinary people.

And it is enough to support people to cultivate to the third realm.

During the break, Ye Wuyou began to look up this technique.

Although he is still in the stage of incomplete body building and cannot truly enter the first level even if he practices martial arts, it is also very good to practice Qi sense in advance.

[It's unreasonable, it's simply unreasonable. How can this be called the Great River Controlling Qi Technique? It's just the Pee Controlling Qi Technique. You snorted coldly, thinking that such a rubbish technique is not worthy of your attention. You tore it into pieces and stepped on it.]

The dog is barking again...

Tear this thing up and you'll find me a new one?

Ignoring the complexity in his mind, Ye Wuyou immediately calmed his mind and tried to find the so-called Qi feeling according to the formula in the technique.

[No, no, no, my body… my body is not clean anymore. The energy generated by cultivating this kind of crappy technique is simply polluting.]

[To avoid this from happening, you move your mind and integrate everything within yourself]

[Hahahaha, I got it. I, the Taoist, got it. You laughed three times. In a flash, you realized a brand new technique. From now on, my fate is in my own hands.]

The complicated and trivial words in Ye Wuyou's mind have gradually faded away.

The characters in the Dahe Yuqi Jue popped out of the book one by one, then dissipated and distorted, and then reorganized into a brand new text in the mind.

The Heart Sutra of No Form

There was no need to understand or even watch it, the entire mental method was already firmly imprinted in Ye Wuyou's mind, and every word was crystal clear.

The sea of ​​qi was surging, and Ye Wuyou could even feel the qi in his body flowing unconsciously.

Ye Wuyou quickly calmed down and tried to stop the flow of Qi.

Can you practice the mind method in advance without completing the physical training? Don't overextend yourself!
But soon he discovered the difference of this "Heart Sutra without Form".

"I see. There is an extra guide chapter."

The "Dahe Yuqi Jue", a book that was full of content and enough to cultivate to the third realm, has now become the "Wuxiang Xinjing", but has only evolved into two texts.

One article provides guidance, while the other can only enable people to cultivate to a certain level.

The purpose of the guidance chapter is to allow people to practice in advance during the body-building period, without having to wait until after the body is built to practice the so-called mental method.

Ye Wuyou heard this from the storyteller in the teahouse. Generally, only those talented practitioners with prominent family backgrounds have this kind of skills. It can be said that it lays a solid foundation and saves time.

The content has shrunk, but has the quality increased?

And it can also practice automatically...

This really opened Ye Wuyou's eyes, and he thought that this dog narrator had finally behaved like a human being.

Then he looked back at the "Da He Yu Qi Jue" in his hand...

The originally obscure martial arts technique changed in Ye Wuyou's eyes. Based on Ye Wuyou's current understanding, it was truly the Urination Control Qi Technique.

"Worry-free."

The voice that came from his ear pulled Ye Wuyou out of his immersion. It was Uncle Wang who was walking towards him holding his large porcelain jar filled with tea leaves, which had never changed for thousands of years. He glanced at the book in Ye Wuyou's hand.

"Practicing?"

"Just watching for fun, Uncle Wang, you are joking. I am still working on my body."

Uncle Wang spat out a mouthful of tea foam and said.

"You're on duty again today, are you short of money recently?"

"I am a bit... anxious to practice." Except for those with connections like Ye Wuyou, the jailers in the Heavenly Prison have to have the minimum cultivation level of the first level.

Even though Ye Wuyou is able to work in the Heavenly Prison today through a backdoor, this is actually a tacit rule within the Heavenly Prison.

Strictly speaking, Ye Wuyou is now at most an "intern" in the Tianlao, which can also be understood as a temporary worker.

The duration of this "internship" is three years.

"That's right. If you can't advance to a higher level within three years, you won't be able to stay in the Heavenly Prison. In today's world, it's not easy to find such a stable job."

Uncle Wang smiled, fumbled with his fingers on the back of the chair for a while, then took something out of his arms and threw it to Ye Wuyou.

Ok?
Is this the money bag that I gave to the other party before? Now it has returned to me intact?
"Uncle Wang, what is this?" Ye Wuyou stood up, looking somewhat puzzled.

Uncle Wang crossed his legs and said nonchalantly, "Use it to buy some herbs... What are you looking at? Do you really think Uncle Wang cares about your little money? Take it, take it."

The jailer of Tianlao is not rich, but he can afford enough to support his family and live a worry-free life with some surplus.

For an old veteran like Uncle Wang who has been in the Tianlao for decades, he will not be short of money.

Ye Wuyou already knew this after he took up duty in the Heavenly Prison.

The silver in my purse is really just small change.

So why did you accept this purse at that time?
Does it give you peace of mind?

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while, and after making sure that there was no other meaning in the other party's words, he clasped his fists and bowed.

Uncle Wang held the tea in his hand and took in the changes in Ye Wuyou's expression and his bow. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gradually faded away.

Ye Yangsheng, you gave birth to a good son...

Hmm? Was it Ye Yangsheng or Ye Xiangsheng? Never mind.

Uncle Wang shook his head and said lightly.

"But you don't have to worry too much. There are many people like you. Old Cai in the first level has very poor talent. He was just like you. He trained for two and a half years before he entered the first level. But after more than ten years, he is still in the first level."

Uncle Wang laughed heartily, totally forgetting that he himself had also been in this state for several decades.

The practice here is divided into nine realms.

The first realm is Yin Yuan, the second realm is Dong Ming, the third realm is Yao Guang, the fourth realm is Kai Yang, the fifth realm is Yu Heng...

The Great Yan Kingdom has a large population and numerous spiritual sects. The number of people who have entered the first level of spiritual practice is not large, but it is not rare either.

After all, there are many people who persist in practicing in their thirties and forties, and it is also common to see people reaching the Hidden Yuan Realm at the age of sixty.

But most people can only stay in one realm throughout their entire life, and the subsequent realms are like chasms for them.

Just as Ye Wuyou and Uncle Wang were chatting casually, a cold wind suddenly blew outside the bluestone gate of the Heavenly Prison.

Several figures walked in from outside the prison in the snow, with solemn expressions and uniform steps.

But strangely, no sound was made.

Several figures were wearing the black uniforms of the Heavenly Prison, except for the leader, who was dressed in white and had a veil on his head, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

"He's a Class C colleague, huh? The one leading the way seems to be a Class B?"

Uncle Wang whispered something, then quickly stood up from the aisle to make way.

Grade B?

Ye Wuyou looked at Uncle Wang's waist, where there was a badge with the word "丁" engraved on it.

In the past few days, Ye Wuyou has also gained a better understanding of the rules of the Heavenly Prison.

The Heavenly Prison has eight floors, one above ground and seven underground.

The jailers are also divided into corresponding levels. For example, Uncle Wang is a Class D jailer, and in the past he could only go to the second floor at most.

As for Class C and Class B, I think they should be responsible for deeper areas.

As for Ye Wuyou.

The intern is rude.

All the jailers on the first floor of the prison stood up, stood aside, and waited for the group to pass.

"Looking at their formation, they should have new stock. Look, that big guy in the middle is him."

Hearing Uncle Wang's muttering, Ye Wuyou looked ahead and saw the so-called "big guy".

The "big guy" was covered with a whole piece of black cloth, and it seemed that he didn't want others to see his appearance.

His body was much taller than everyone else, and he was tightly bound by several iron chains. As the group walked by, drops of blood seeped along the chains.

This guy is really tall, probably more than two meters tall... Ye Wuyou thought to himself.

[It's just a fifth-level transformed bear demon. Even if it pretends to be weak and is captured, it can't hide it from your discerning eyes.]

[If it were in the past, would you have even given it a second glance? But in this cold winter, it would be great to peel off its paws and make food.]

Demon?
(End of this chapter)