From Prisoner to Si Chen

That 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. He picked up the clean towels that had been prepared in advance on the bedside table and neatly stacked them, and wiped the sweat from his body.

Feeling the improvement in gnosis, Gilan 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, he pulled down the cord of the bedside lamp, turned off the light and closed his eyes.

As a mystic, he has mastered his body and mind and can fall asleep at any time.

When consciousness falls silent and falls into dreamland.

Gilan controlled himself to have a lucid dream, and came to the spiritual island under the night, in his own kingdom.

He walked forward in the silent and dark environment, and soon arrived at the Cross Sword bonfire.

The fire in the bonfire was still weak.

The light dims and the temperature decreases.

The three Mr. Storks were sitting in a circle, lying next to the campfire, falling asleep.

Miss Seagull was the first to wake up when she heard the footsteps.

She opened her eyes and saw the visitor, and her pale face suddenly showed a look of joy. She struggled to stand up, but her legs gave out and she almost fell.

Ji Lan 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'll find a way.

Gillan comforted her and helped her sit down by the campfire.

I'm a little cold. Seagull trembled slightly and bit his lip.

Her eyes reflected the subtle orange light, and she raised her head to look at Jilan.

Gilan was silent, wrapping his arms around her, trying to warm her with his own body temperature.

Seagull obediently leaned into his arms, her tight little face relaxed, and she even changed into a comfortable position and arched her head.

Thank you, she whispered.

After a long silence, the seagull spoke quietly again:

The three of us seemed to have lost the concept of time. The days spent around the campfire seemed to have only lasted a few minutes, but also seemed like months had passed.

I was very happy after meeting you again, but then I became very worried. I was worried that when the bonfire went out, we would really disappear.

Gillan didn't respond, just listened silently.

Seagull seemed to have accumulated a lot of words but never had a chance to say them, so he took advantage of this gap to confide in him:

It's dark in here, pitch black except for the light of the campfire.

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 cannot leave, and we cannot see any other person or even a single creature.

Everything is silent and everything is dead.

Every time I wake up, I see only darkness.

I feel scared and terrified, Snowy Owl.

Seagull lowered his head and held his collar with both hands.

Gillan sighed.

Although the seagulls survived in the form of spirit bodies, they can only rely on their own spiritual kingdom to continue to live. From another perspective, it is not a painful bondage.

Trapped in this prison as silent as deep space.

There is no daylight and the loneliness is unbearable.

The three of them could not leave here on their own. Only through his guidance could they go to the outside world and have 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 campfire problem, I will take you out more often.

Ji Lan lowered his eyes and comforted.

Go outside and get some fresh air.

Pfft. The seagull laughed out of nowhere. She raised her head with teasing eyes. We are spirits and do not need to breathe.

Ji Lan 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:

Then, if you are free during this period, please come here to spend more time with me...us.

The corners of her mouth dropped and she added:

There's nothing else to do except sleep. It's so boring.

Yeah, okay. Gilan 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 practice of meditation can enhance 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 their gnosis reaches a certain height, they will naturally be able to absorb the elements of the universe and integrate them into their spirituality, thereby stabilizing their own state.

Maybe, in the future, the three of them can walk freely in reality like Weiwei.

Gillan informed Seagull of these speculations and explanations.

Huh? She was stunned at first. It turns out it can still be like this.

Immediately his eyes lit up, as if he saw hope.

Great! I'll tell the storks and oystercatchers about it!

Seagull's mood improved, and with a smile, he dared to peck Jilan on the cheek.

After she stepped 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 his heart, he 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 one's own imprint deep in the soul.

But even this first step will always stand in front of them like a chasm.

Spirits cannot have a kingdom.

This is the truth of the mystical realm.

Seagull, I also have a meditation method here.

Gilan thought for a moment and said to the brunette.

I'm going to teach you now. When Mr. Stork and the others wake up, you can also teach it 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 you secretly hid something good!

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 content 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 that protects them?

To rekindle the bonfire and save them.

From now on, there will only be more pain.

Seagull silently stretched out his 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.