my age of magic

Chapter 21 21. Deep Meditation
The kind of concentration without distraction makes me feel that time has stopped.

I have never had such a feeling before, as long as the parchment rolls stacked together on the wooden table are unfolded one by one, the eyes are like a SLR camera, storing all the symbols on the parchment into a picture, one by one The picture is so clear in my mind.

I can even feel myself standing naked in the sea of ​​my mind. I stand quietly on the rocks by the sea, watching the pictures soaked in the sea water. The picture I wanted emerged from the sea, and those clearly visible characters turned into a complete golden thorn plant, and I could even see the most terminal root hairs on its rhizome, and saw a strong orc-wizard god stroking The small barbs on its light golden stems feel the slight tingling pain from between them, and you can clearly see the veins behind its leaves. This is no longer a photo, those parchment rolls are closer to film films , sending vivid images into my mind.

I stood a little dazed in my own little world, and I clearly knew that I could walk into my spiritual world like a traveler. I remembered that when I was learning meditation, Sister Guoguo said that during meditation, Someone can enter deep meditation, it is a very mysterious state, only the purest mind can happen in the most focused situation, the magician has been longing for himself to enter deep meditation all his life, which means that the magician will break through the bottleneck Advance directly.

(Countless magic scholars have been trying to unravel this kind of irregular and wonderful state of meditation, and found that the younger the magician, the more likely they are to enter this state. I only learned about this later.)
Standing by the golden sea, I randomly opened the pictures soaked in the golden sea, each picture is a faint memory for me, some are very clear, those things seem to have happened in yesterday.

Some pictures are so blurred that they are beyond recognition, and only rough outlines can be seen.It’s like two independent thoughts. When I am walking in my own spiritual sea, my body is still studying hard at the desk, and pictures fall from the starry sky above my head like snowflakes, sinking in front of my eyes. In the sea.

This is a very bizarre experience. From the time I discovered that I had the power of magic perception, to the ability to condense magic power, draw magic circles, and then learned to meditate, until I successfully cast the first magic, in the process of continuous growth, Discovered that the six senses of the body have become more acute than before.I flipped through the parchment scroll tirelessly, like a small sailboat in the wind and rain, riding the wind and waves in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Until that irresistible exhaustion surged, wherever the black dark clouds went, they were plunged into darkness and fell into a coma.

In the dream, I turned into a little bird, flying on the clouds trimmed with gold, and kept moving forward in the warm sunshine.

When I woke up again, with the moonlight shining down from the top of the tent, I found a big hairy head pressing down on my chest. I tugged at his pointed ears, and Kurz woke up in a daze. Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he looked at me sleepily and said, "Are you awake, are you hungry? I left you a bowl of soup and pancakes on the stove."

I shook my head slightly, still feeling dizzy. Those chaotic memories kept popping up in my head, which made me a little unable to distinguish reality from memory. I felt like my head was going to explode, and I stretched out my left hand reluctantly. Slowly rubbing his temples, he said to Kurtz, "Give me some water. Maybe it's because I read too many books and my head hurts."

Seeing that I looked tired but could still speak normally, Kurz seemed to let go of his heart, turned and walked out of the tent.

It may be because it was at night, although the moonlight came in, but the tent was still very dark. I squinted and looked around, my vision was a little blurred. On the right side wall of the familiar cowhide tent, there was still a piece of dried smoked sheep. legs, a harpoon strapped between two posts, over which hung my leather jacket and trousers.I was lying on a mattress that smelled of Kurtz's sweat. I was covered with a thick woolen blanket, which was very rough and a bit prickly.

This is the tent that belongs to Kurtz and me. During the two years I came to this magical world, this is my home. I have spent two winters and summers in this tent. The old Kuru saved me and started counting. , I spent far more days lying in this tent than normal days, my sight was removed from the crumpled leather jacket that was casually discarded on the ground, and the moonlight shone through the washbasin-sized hole on the top of the tent. A beam of cold light shone on the cowhide-covered ground next to me. Two muddy boots were lying on the side, one of which was still suffocated by heavy trampling. The big muddy footprints could not be identified as Kurtz’s. .

Kurtz is used to taking care of me. When I get sick, he will always boil a pot of cold grass juice on the stove.

Old Kuru opened the leather curtain and came in bent over, sat cross-legged beside me, stretched out his hand into the quilt and touched my heart, his cool and rough hands would always scratch my immature skin a little painfully.He took the wooden cup from Kutz, leaned forward, supported my head with one hand, put the cup to my mouth with the other hand, and poured the medicinal juice inside into my mouth.

It is different from the sourness of condensed cold grass juice, but a very bitter liquid like some kind of bile. The taste rushes into my mouth, and the bitter taste is so pungent that I almost spit it out. , the old Kuru said calmly: "Don't inhale, close your eyes and swallow, Azi, bring honey water."

I felt extremely uncomfortable in my stomach, maybe because there was still juice in my throat, I retched a couple of times, took half a glass of honey water from Kurtz, and swallowed it directly into my mouth, before I dared Panting heavily: "It's so bitter!"

"This is the medicinal juice made from a whole plant of Snake Gallbladder, which has a miraculous effect on restoring mental strength." Old Kuru put my body down and lit a cigarette casually.This kind of thick cigarette made of special tobacco leaves grown on the Pai Plateau has always been treasured by the old Kuru. After being lit, it burns very slowly, and a spicy smell fills the entire tent.

"Teacher, what's wrong with me?" I remember that before I fell into a coma, I entered a wonderful state, which allowed me to read the introductions of various herbs recorded in the ancient animal writings on the parchment scrolls at a speed ten times faster than before.According to the book, this herb is an extremely precious third-order magical herb, which can calm the mind and help practitioners quickly enter meditation.In addition, taking it for the first time increases the mental power of the user by a small amount.

"When I found you collapsed in the tent, your mental power was almost exhausted. But it seems that your current state is better than expected. I thought it was a side effect of your frequent use of the 'heating' skill, but it doesn't look like that What happened." Old Kuru looked at me very seriously, and said with a little doubt: "Did something wonderful happen to you?"

I told old Kuru what I had experienced before, and wanted him to tell me what was going on, why I entered my spiritual sea, and I could see my previous memories in an unimaginable way at will, just like It's like a hacker broke into a computer and flipped through the information on it at will.

Old Kuru's surprise and confusion turned into surprise, which was a surprise with strong jealousy and envy. He opened his mouth so wide that he almost swallowed his entire fist. During the three-hour questioning, all kinds of details were asked. He first asked me to start with me reading the books on herbalism on the parchment, and even to speak out every movement I made and what I thought in my heart.

In the end, the old Kuru looked at the wooden cup with great distress, and said with regret: "You are very likely to enter a state of deep meditation, but you don't know how to overdraw your spiritual power in restraint, so you will be exhausted when your mental power is exhausted." I fell into a coma under the circumstances, but it should be fine. If I had known this, I would have saved that snake gall fruit."

"Deep meditation?" I was a little curious, hoping that the old Kuru could explain it more clearly.

The old Kuru directly snuffed out the cigarette, put it carefully into the close-fitting pocket of his arms, added some water into the wooden cup, stirred it with his fingers, and drank it in one gulp.Then he said: "The bitterness of this snake gall grass is still not good enough. As for what is going on in deep meditation, no one has been able to explain clearly. However, the previous rumors all said that some practitioners would inspire Deep meditation. When I haven’t heard of anyone reading a book, enter deep meditation.”

"According to my understanding, this wonderful state should be able to enhance certain attributes of the body, stimulate the potential of the body, and even break through some bottlenecks in cultivation." The old Kuru looked at me seriously and asked: "Jia, what do you have now? Feel?"

I thought about it and didn't find anything special about me, so I said: "My head is a little dizzy, as if I memorized all the words on the parchment scrolls, uh, it's so strange, those words became One by one, I can clearly see the shape of each herb, and I can clearly write down their characteristics."

Old Kuru patted my face, stood up and said to me: "Sleep well, and you will be fine when you wake up."

He said to Kurtz again: "It's windy at night, remember to block the curtain on the door."

Kurz tossed and tossed for most of the night, although he fell asleep on me, but the strings in his heart were always tense. If he saw that I was safe and sound, he would rest assured, pressed the door curtain firmly with a piece of wood, and lay down beside me He didn't bother to cover the quilt on the mattress, and after only a few breaths, he started snoring.

It may be because I was full of sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

I was terribly tired during the day, and now my head is a little dizzy, so I don’t bother to think about anything, my head is blank, and I just open my eyes to look at the moon and starry night sky through the hole on the top of the tent.I can feel my body again, just like my soul is out of my body. I feel that my thoughts can wander freely. In this tent, even if I don’t use eyes to see, it’s just a simple feeling, and I can clearly feel the tent. Every item in it, including their shape, I can feel and even penetrate into the smoked leg of lamb, and clearly feel the structure of the bone.Feeling dizzy again, I quickly retracted my perception into my body, and silently felt the magic force slowly rotating in my body.It turned out to be much clearer.

At this time, I suddenly realized that the deep meditation during the day actually enhanced my perception.

There is a door, once opened the scenery inside is no longer mysterious.

The structure diagram of the "heating" magic circle clearly appeared in my mind, so I began to try to condense the mana with my fingertips. The control of the force became stronger, and the group of magic force rotated freely between my fingers very stably. I just stretched out my hand and drew the magic circle in the air naturally, and then the bright magic light was like a six-pointed star. burst into my body.At the same time, the magic power in my body seemed to be activated, and weaker magic power continued to gather in my body. It turns out that this is the feeling of "heating"!
(End of this chapter)