Chapter 154 Confession (please vote for additional updates)
It’s night.
No. 32 Price Street, apartment for rent, room 3201.
The door to the master bedroom was closed and the curtains were drawn, leaving only the faint light of the bedside lamp. Gilan was only wearing underpants, shirtless and sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor, quietly practicing meditation.
After the phantom pain of the "Twelve Thorns" has passed.
He was sweating profusely and his face was pale.
I don’t know if he has gradually adapted to this kind of pain that exceeds the limits of ordinary people, but Gilan still retains some physical strength.
After taking a short rest, when the pain all over his body subsided, he trembled and stood up with difficulty. Picking up the clean towels that had been prepared in advance on the bedside table and neatly folded, he wiped the sweat from his body.
Jilan felt the improvement in gnosis and turned to look at the clock on the wall.
"Is it almost nine o'clock?" He murmured. "I have an appointment with Miss Didier tomorrow morning, so go to bed early."
Ji Lan tidied up and then lay down on the bed.
With a click, I pulled down the cord of the bedside lamp, turned off the light and closed my eyes.
As a spiritual mystic, he has mastered his body and consciousness and can fall asleep at any time.
When the consciousness falls silent and falls into sleep.
Gilan controlled himself to have a lucid dream, and came to the spiritual island under the night, in his kingdom.
He walked forward in the silent and dark environment, and soon arrived at the Cross Sword bonfire.
The fire in the bonfire is still weak.
The light dims and the temperature decreases.
Mr. Stork and the three of them were sitting in a circle, lying next to the campfire, falling asleep.
Hearing the footsteps, Miss Seagull was the first to be awakened.
She opened her eyes and saw the person coming, and her pale face suddenly showed a look of joy. She struggled to stand up, but her legs gave out and she almost fell.
Jilan reached out and supported her.
The seagull rested on his shoulder and put its head on his chest.
"Snowy Owl, the fire is getting smaller and smaller." She said worriedly.
“Don’t worry, I will find a way.”
Gillan comforted her and helped her sit down by the campfire.
"I'm a little cold." The seagull trembled slightly and bit his lip.
Her eyes reflected the subtle orange light, and she raised her head to look at Jilan.
Jilan was silent, wrapping his arms around her, trying to keep her warm with his own body temperature.
The seagull obediently leaned into his arms, its tight little face relaxed, and even changed into a comfortable position, arching.
"Thank you," she whispered.
After a long moment of silence, the seagull spoke quietly again:
"The three of us seemed to have lost the concept of time. The days beside the campfire seemed like only a few minutes had passed, and it seemed like the past. For several months.”
“I was very happy when I met you again, but then I became very worried that when the bonfire went out, we would really disappear.”
Ji. Lan didn't respond, just listened silently.
The seagull seemed to have accumulated a lot of words, but had never had a chance to say them, so he took advantage of this gap to confide in him:
"It is very dark here, except for the light of the bonfire, it is pitch black."
" It’s like there’s no day, it’s always night.”
“The island is not big, and the surrounding area is surrounded by black and cold water. We can’t leave, and we can’t see any other people, or even any living things.”
“Everything is silent and everything is dead.”
"Every time I wake up, I can only see darkness."
"I feel scared and terrified, Snowy Owl."
The seagull lowered his head and held his collar with both hands.
Jilan sighed.
Although the Seagulls survived in the form of spirit bodies, they can only rely on their own spiritual kingdom to continue living. From another perspective, it is not a painful bondage.
Trapped in this "prison" as silent as deep space.
The sky is dark and the loneliness is unbearable.
The three of them cannot leave here on their own. Only through his guidance can they go to the outside world and get a glimpse of the reality. Just like last time, I took them to see Miss Sparrow.
But now things have changed again. The Cross Sword bonfire was dim, and they were trapped in place, unable to even take a step away, otherwise they would be in danger of dissipating.
"When I solve the problem of the bonfire, I will take you out often."
Gilan lowered his eyes and comforted.
"Go out and take a look and breathe fresh air."
"Pfft." The seagull laughed out of nowhere. She raised her head with teasing eyes. "We are spiritual beings and don't need to breathe."
Jilan was startled, then smiled.
The seagull seemed to have regained some strength due to the warmth of his body, and straightened up from his arms. Then, she smoothed her hair, put her elbow on his shoulder, leaned her head over, tilted her head and said:
"In the meantime, if you are free, come here to spend more time with me. ...Let's do it."
The corner of her mouth dropped and she added:
"There is nothing else to do except sleep. It's so boring."
" Well, okay." Gillan nodded.
He thought of something else and suggested:
"When Mr. Stork and the others wake up, you can try to practice meditation here. Maybe it will help your current state."
The tempering of meditation can improve gnosis and thereby increase spiritual capacity.
Although the three seagulls only have souls left, their spirituality has not dissipated, otherwise they would have no memory and consciousness.
This is the conclusion deduced by Gillan.
That being the case.
Theoretically, they can practice meditation.
After the gnosis reaches a certain height, they will naturally be able to absorb the elements of the universe and integrate them into spirituality, thereby stabilizing their own state.
Maybe in the future, the three of them can walk freely in reality like Weiwei.
Gilan informed Seagull of these speculations and explanations.
"Huh?" She was stunned at first. "It turns out it can still be like this."
Soon his eyes lit up, as if he saw hope.
"Great! I will tell the storks and oystercatchers about this!"
The seagull's mood improved, and with a smile, it boldly walked in Gilan A peck on the cheek.
After stepping away, a blush appeared on her originally pale face. As if he had succeeded, he cast a proud look.
Ji Lan looked at each other and felt the coldness remaining on his cheeks.
In my heart, I sighed secretly.
‘Unfortunately, they have lost their physical bodies and may not be able to step into the “Path of the Fire Sword” and become a spiritual mystic. ’
Even the first-level “kingdom” needs a body and brain as a foundation, so that through lucid dreaming, one can leave his or her own imprint deep in the soul.
But this first step will always be like a chasm in front of them.
Spirits cannot have a "kingdom."
This is the truth of the mysterious realm.
"Seagull, I also have a meditation method here."
Gilan thought for a while and said to the brunette.
"I will teach you now. When Mr. Stork and the others wake up, you will also teach them to them... You can then compare the "Wooden Shackle Meditation Method" on hand to see which one is more suitable for you. ”
"Ah, it turns out that you have secretly hidden something good!"
The seagull joked.
As she said that, she came over consciously. Until she saw Ji Lan take out a red leather handbook and explain to her the contents of the so-called "Iron Thorn Meditation Method".
Halfway through, the seagull’s smile slowly faded.
She looked at the man beside her again, her eyes becoming filled with admiration and pity.
The practice of this meditation method requires enduring unparalleled pain...
So how much pain has the Snow Owl endured to have such strength and establish a spiritual kingdom to protect them?
To rekindle the bonfire and save them.
From now on, I will only suffer more pain.
The seagull silently stretched out its hands and hugged his neck.
Gilan stopped explaining, not knowing why.
Under the dim light of the bonfire, the surroundings were silent, leaving only two shadows that were close to each other and swaying gently.
(End of this chapter)