Crush the Three Kingdoms with Cards

Chapter 20 The Book of Peace
Raid overnight.The tired soldiers had already fallen asleep; the saliva on the lips of the soldiers was still spitting, and the snoring was like the wine flag outside the fortress being pulled by the sandy wind.

Lin Yi didn't light a lamp, and the tent was pitch black.Lin Yi's eyes became brighter instead, and he covered the purple bamboo slips in his arms, and it took a long time to let out a breath to calm down the shock in his heart.Lin Yi's fingers holding the bamboo slips were trembling, but he exerted great force, revealing white and rosy marks in his palms.

"Huh~" Lin Yiping regained his composure, and carefully took out the "Taiping Tianshu" with trembling hands.The famous "Taiping Tianshu" is a scroll of purple bamboo slips, not heavy, but very light, but it gives people an illusion that it is as heavy as Mount Tai in the hand.A roll of bamboo slips, no more, no less, exactly nine bamboo strips, connected and bound by two extremely long, rough-looking horse ropes.

Lin Yi gently stroked the bamboo slips, staring at them infatuatedly, breathing heavily, as if he was stroking his lover's skin.His fingers were unusually gentle, and his heart was full of pity.

"Yan!"

The purple bamboo slips probably couldn't bear such a gentle touch, and acted like a baby in a humane manner, making the sound of a sword groaning softly.The sound entered Lin Yi's ears, making him stunned for a moment, before recovering in an instant.

"Hehe! The artifact is alive, I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lin Yi laughed at himself, and apologized to the bamboo slips with a smile like a fool.

"Yan!"

The bamboo slips seemed to have a soul. After understanding Lin Yi's words, they uttered a soft moan in response to him: "Master!"

At this moment, Lin Yi seemed to have understood the words when he heard the soft moan beside his ear, he was stunned for a moment, and said happily: "The artifact really has spirit!"

"Chants!" The purple bamboo slips chanted softly: "Master, please read the bamboo slips."

"What name should I give you? What name do you want?" Lin Yi didn't flip through it immediately, but wanted to name the bamboo slips on his own.

"Yin!" The bamboo slip seemed to be a little angry: "Master! Please read the bamboo slip!"

"Ah! Why don't I call you Xiao Mi from now on!" Lin Yi smiled, and began to talk to himself again: "Yeah! This name is a bit evil. Then it will be called Xiao Mi!"

"Yin!" The bamboo slip said angrily, "Master!"

"Ahaha! I am indeed a genius!" Lin Yi laughed to himself, "Xiao Mi! Your master is a genius!"

"Yin!" The bamboo slip seemed to be a little helpless: "Master, please read the little secret!"

"Okay, Xiao Mi." Lin Yi smiled, and was about to hold the lamp to read, but suddenly thought of a certain question, and said with a smile: "Xiao Mi! Are you a man or a woman? It's easy if you are a man, but You are a girl, hehehe!"

"Humph!" This question seemed to have angered the bamboo slips, and the bamboo slips groaned softly, rewinding the scroll automatically, flying out of Lin Yi's palm, suspended in the air, gathering the groaning sound into an invisible straight line, and continuously transmitted to Lin Yi in the ears.

"Hiss~" The voice was so ear-piercing that Lin Yi could only feel his teeth biting the metal, so sore that he lost his teeth.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Xiao Mi! I'll read it right away." Lin Yisan was drooling, and he quickly took out the fire book and lit the oil lamp to show his obedience.

"Hum!" Scroll groaned softly and spread it out.

Lin Yi also knew that the joke had gone too far, so he quickly read it seriously, but saw that the characters in the bamboo slips were all more abstract than the oracle bone inscriptions, and he didn't know a single word.

"Is this still text? Do you know Xiao Mi?" Lin Yi couldn't help but depressed.He managed to obtain the heavenly book, but in the end he got a huge treasure for nothing, and he was unable to enjoy it at all!

"Sing!" The bamboo slip reprimanded: "Of course it's not words, but mysterious runes! It needs to be comprehended with the soul."

Hearing this, Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment, then patted his forehead angrily, and said, "Oh, there might not be words in the book!"

Immediately, Lin Yi concentrated his mind and gathered his spirit, releasing his spiritual power to attach to the mysterious runes.

"Yan! Ying! Ying!"

The bamboo slips groaned slightly, forming small purple stars one after another, circling around Lin Yi's body with his eyes closed and concentrating, constantly spinning, emitting a faint light.And Lin Yi had already fallen into a mental state of emptiness.

It's pitch black, so dark that you can't see your fingers.No sound, still can't hear the slightest sound from the bottom of his hiss.It is odorless, and you can't feel the flow of air even if you fan your nose.Also, he couldn't even move.Not fear, not pressure, but unawareness!

"This is deprivation of the five senses!" In an instant, an idea flashed in Lin Yi's mind.

Although he is not well-educated, he has seen similar words in inner cultivation methods.Some books also record: a master of the inner family retreats deep in the mountains and old forests, does not eat or drink, sits in a sealed small room, blocks the five senses, and does not go out of the mountain without going through the entrance.

In fact, if it reaches this level, those who want to cross the entrance will report their death, and often those who break through will accidentally break through the entrance when their lives are hanging by a thread.Therefore, since ancient times, no one can help those who pass the entrance.And indeed, no one can help.Therefore, Wudu Xuanguan died in a small room, and then five or six years later, the disciples opened the door and buried him in clothes, which were called "emergence and immortality", "birth and death, death" and other words.

Why five or six years later?It is because the inner family exercises have been cultivated to this level, and they can live without food for three to five years.Therefore, if the disciple broke in ahead of time, the master who had a slight chance of breaking through the entrance might go into a trance and die on the spot.

"No way, do you want me to understand the profound entrance of life and death?" Lin Yi said bitterly, and then vetoed: "No! Bamboo slips have spirits, and I am the master. You should know my strength, and you will not let me enter this desperate situation. But, Where is it wrong?"

Lin Yi thought about it, but couldn't understand it. Instead, because the five senses were deprived, his heart became more and more irritable and frightened, like a person who went swimming for the first time and drowned in the water.A subconscious fear sprouted from his heart and gradually grew into a jungle.

Suddenly, the cinnabar on Lin Yi's eyebrows lit up, and a gleam of spiritual light came to his heart, and he suddenly realized: "The loss of the five senses, and the fear in my heart, it is because I am afraid of losing the senses. But the practitioners do the opposite, severing the five senses, Instead, I yearn for the loss of the five senses and break through the entrance. Why don’t I take deprivation of the five senses as self-defeating five senses?”

In the eyes of outsiders, this may be a kind of self-deception.However, deprivation and self-exclusion are interchangeable, but they are two completely opposite artistic conceptions.One is to be forced to accept, and the other is to take the initiative to undertake, so the meanings are naturally different.

"breath~breath~breath~breath~"

At the moment, Lin Yi is learning the basic yoga breathing practice method he learned outside the university class, adjusting the breathing and heart rate, gradually dissipating the fear, and everything will be harmonious and peaceful again.

"Yan!"

Several small purple stars around Lin Yi's body suddenly increased, forming a chain of seven stars.Above the seven little purple stars, faint purple light radiated like nourishing sparks, swaying on Lin Yi's body, and gradually blending into his body, nourishing his aura.

"Yin!" "Yin!"

The purple bamboo slips groaned softly, and the chain of seven stars trembled and groaned softly, and a purple mist rose up, curling up like smoke.

(End of this chapter)