Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

They passed through a square that was isolated by a barbed wire, like a transparent labyrinth. There were many patients wearing blue-striped sick suits in the square, and all the patients wore metal rings and heads on their ankles and neck. There are also a number of sensor patches attached to them, which output their brainwave data every moment.

Most of the patients are quite calm, bathed in warm sunshine, quietly overlooking the almost black ocean.

There are also a small number of patients whose eye sockets are deep, their eyes are red and swollen, they are chattering, and they turn around in circles, and they look at others with good intentions. These patients are mostly isolated by barbed wire and enjoy the treatment of single rooms.

Seeing the passage between Li Yao and Long Yangjun through the middle of the transparent labyrinth, some patients were unmoved and continued to look at the sea quietly. Some patients also said something to them in confusion, even some patients were like wild animals. Kneeling on the barbed wire, they made strange laughs and low howls.

They are like a zoo that has been in disrepair for a long time. The cages on both sides are hungry for three days and three nights.

“Do these are sacred people?”

Li Yao whispered to Long Yangjun.

"No, they are all ordinary mental patients."

After Long Yangjun finished speaking, he laughed too. "However, the mental patients who will be sent to the Dean of Zhuge are not able to talk about 'ordinary'. Most of them are murderous and murderous, devastating madmen, extinct humanity. The beast, the crimes committed are not just murders - at least one murderer who kills dozens of hundreds of people in one breath, and does not change the beasts that killed all of them, or poisoned without any psychological burden. The madman of all the children in a primary school is eligible to be detained here. They are real scum, a complete scum, a demon in the human skin, a deformed child and a humanoid on the human level. In short, you don’t have to have any mentality. Burden, if you have seen the files that record their sinful crimes, you will certainly treat them with a cruel ten times more than the dean of Zhuge.

"The words are coming back. Sometimes I like these mental patients very much. Normal people are subject to social and moral constraints. They tend to hide or even distort their true side. The self-cultivators have the morality of the self-cultivator. To cultivate the immortal's morality, everyone wears a mask on the mind, except that the pattern on the mask is slightly different.

"Only these mental patients, these aliens who have been eroded by the extraterrestrial celestial spirits and liberated the deepest inner core can bloom unreservedly and unscrupulously, presenting the purest and most primitive side of human beings. If you say 'repair' is to find If you are a true self, these guys may have found the 'real' that belongs to them.

"Do you believe that the sun storm that Wu Yingqi set off ravaged the entire heavens, and most places on the celestial star were affected. The third institute here, regardless of mental patients or doctors, was the least affected. Many of the most serious patients, even if they are directly exposed to the 'brainwashing wave', are not the same.

"A person who dies once will not die any more. The collapsed high-rise building can't collapse again. The patient who has completely collapsed his spirit may not be brainwashed again."

"Putting such mental patients and sacred people together is the biggest feature of the third institute. We often say that the sacred people are a group of mad people without humanity, but it is difficult to study them directly. Then, look for another group of relatively easy-to-study, inhuman madmen. The two groups of lunatics are put together to study their extremely subtle similarities and differences, and to explore the sacred people through a 'reference object' like 'mental patients'. The mystery of this is the method of Dean Zhuge."

Under the guidance of Long Yangjun, Li Yao finally saw the spiritual field expert "Zhuge Jinglun" who is a seclusion.

Zhuge Jinglun is very much in line with his imaginary "learning madman" image. The hair of a bird's nest is more unbearable than that of Li Yao. A dirty white coat is covered with suspicious stains and liquids. I know that I didn’t take care of my face for a few days. Every pleat on my face was covered with black dirt. At least two or four different colored pens were placed behind the two ears. When I smiled, my mouth cracked into the roots of the ear, and those outside the study. There is no difference in the object.

He is the kind of "two ears do not smell the window", the most typical researcher, no matter how the situation changes outside, the leader of the above is replaced, even the sensation of the celestial star of yesterday, and he There is no relationship with half a dime.

The name of "King of the Black Wind, Vulture Li Yao", now the whole empire is like a slap in the face, but Long Yangjun introduced Li Yao to him. He simply said "Black Wind King" and he both hands snarled. What to say is good.

He and Long Yangjun are still a little more enthusiastic, perhaps because Long Yangjun took the helm of the Hunting Horde Association for the second time, and then sent him a steady stream of research funding and "samples", he saw it. Long Yangjun put his eyes on the light and simply left Li Yao, the "black wind king", on one side: "The president of the East, you are just right, we have just completed the improvement of the latest version of the "Lingtu Test", the accuracy rate is better than the old version. It has increased by more than 2.5%. Do you want to look at it?"

That look of ecstasy is quite like a big kid who invented a new game.

"The new generation of "spiritual test", of course, must be read."

Long Yangjun coughed and swept Li Yao, and some snarled, "However, Dean Zhuge, I told you last time, 'Oriental Mingyue' is the fake name I entered into the interior of the thief, my real name It’s Long Yangjun, you still call me 'Dragon President'.

"Okay, the president of the East, Long Yangjun, I remember the president of the East."

Zhuge Jinglun was so excited that he couldn’t help himself. "Please, here, the president of the East, and the king of the black wind!"

Li Yao and Long Yangjun looked at each other and followed Zhuge Jinglun into the underground three-story, "Lingtu Test Area".

The sacred people are bound by the "good deeds". They do not have the same feelings, but in order to penetrate the empire, they lurk and move in the normal society, but they can simulate the vivid emotions.

The "spiritual test" is a means of identifying "real emotions" and "virtual emotions" in the field of spiritual research. It can also be said that it is the last line of defense for the invasion of the Imperial Defense St.

For centuries, the sacred people have improved their techniques of simulating emotions over and over again, successfully deceiving generations of spiritual map tests.

The imperial people also constantly upgrade the way and content of the spirit map test, and strive to be more sensitive, more complex, more precise, and able to sneak out the sacred people hidden in normal people through extremely subtle differences.

This is "the height of the magic is one foot, and the road is one foot high."

Zhuge Jinglun brought Li Yao and Long Yangjun to a one-way transparent floor mirror. The mirror was a narrow test room with large metal tables on both sides, sitting on the researchers and testers.

The researcher is a gentle, smiling young man who gives birth to a good impression.

The tester is a middle-aged man with a rosacea and a beer belly. He is fierce and does not look good at first glance.

The researcher devote himself to the miniature crystal brain, and from time to time he also looked up and smirked at the tester, which was both well-trained and human-like.

The tester was firmly tied to the seat by a flexible metal strip. His expression was anxious, fidgeting, and the deep-pitched eye sockets burst into a beast-like brilliance from time to time, and the sound of "snoring" in the throat.

The metal table between the two is actually a huge flat light curtain, flowing with colorful abstract patterns like swirls, changing every moment, showing a very gorgeous and ever-changing attitude.

Speckled light and shadow cast onto the researchers and testers, as well as the icy walls and white ceilings, reflecting the small test room into the brains of the mental patient.

This colorful light and shadow is the so-called "spiritual map."

"Sorry, I can't cancel these... a mess of light."

The researcher finally knocked the last rune on the micro-crystal brain, and he smashed his neck. The tester smiled apologetically. "No flowers, your eyes, tell me, what do you think they are like?" What does it look like?"

"What does this **** mean?"

The tester is like a beast trapped in a trap, shrinking his neck, and vigilantly saying, "Is the test started? This is part of the test. I don't mean it, huh?"

"No, no, don't be nervous, relax, relax, it's just-"

The researcher is a handkerchief. "Rarely, you know that we are the best sanatorium in the whole empire. It is impossible for you to be transferred to the crimes you committed. It is good luck, but we must make sure that you will not Injure others, so...

"You see, I don't know what these spots and patterns are. They are all from the above people. Those who are self-righteous and smart people come out. The only purpose is to prove that they are very smart, and my job is to sit here every day. Face the various people, open the switch, ask you some questions, then you go to enjoy the sun and the sea, I go home from work, just like this, routine, so let's solve it quickly, go all the way, okay? Relax, Take a deep breath, relax, and start to formally answer, okay?"

The tester muttered again and reluctantly nodded.

The researcher smiled and opened a miniature magic weapon on the table. It looked like a mixture of a magnifying glass and a scope. Through it, the eyeballs that fluttered quickly and the reflections in the blood and pupils on the eyeballs were clearly visible. .

"What is this, what the **** is this!"

The tester is nervous again.

"Relax, relax, a... insignificant gadget. I have been sitting in this room for three years. I have never cared about what it is. Leave it alone, let's start, okay?"

The researcher cleared his throat and said, "The first question, imagine, you inadvertently raise your arm and find a green wasp on the back of your hand. What do you do?"