The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

The main hall of the dormitory was noisy, and the sounds of the fox apprentices playing around came from the side from time to time.

Bai Mo sat on the bed, looking at the smile of the human head model, feeling strange in his heart.

His consciousness went inside the human head model, from the muscles at the corners of the mouth to the nerves, from the nerves to the cerebral cortex, to the mind... He hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

"If you want to solve this problem, do you need to search your mind?"

The human mind carries a lifetime of memories, feelings, knowledge and emotions, and the content is vast.

But it's not solid... instead it's like colorful clouds, like glass.

When spiritual consciousness enters the mind to explore, it is like the wind blowing into the colorful clouds, like running on the glazed stairs. If you are not careful, it will be destroyed.

The mind is even more fragile than the sea of ​​consciousness. For ancient immortals, the mind is also a restricted area!

"It's a model anyway, let's try it first."

Bai Mo sat quietly, took a breath, closed his eyes, and his consciousness was as condensed as water. He soaked the cerebral cortex in it, tracking the folds and ravines on the cerebral cortex, the information they conveyed, and the biological fluctuations they escaped... …

When his consciousness saw the model's mind, it was thousands of times simpler and cruder than the real mind... but it was also radiant and colorful, like patches of colorful clouds or patches of glass.

His consciousness slowly approached, wanting to see more clearly...

Boom~

The model's mind vibrated silently, and the colorful clouds scattered and the glass shattered!

Bai Mo opened his eyes and looked at the mushroom head model again. He saw that the smile on the corner of its mouth froze, and it looked stupid and motionless.

“Um…it really doesn’t work.

“This is more troublesome than I thought.

"How did the ancient immortals deal with it? Isn't there any way to explore the mind? What secrets does this Cong Er Tang hide?"

When it was time to go to bed, the apprentice, who was already alert, sneaked over, jumped on the bed, got under the quilt, and lay down next to the master. Others ran to Master's pillow and put their heads next to Master's pillow, so that when Master lay down later, his head would be close to it.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

More and more disciples are coming from all over the hall!

Those who run faster can still find a spot on the bed.

If you run slower, you can only sleep under the bed, or further away.

After a while, the foxes gathered around the bed and formed a big puddle.

Bai Mo put this stupid mushroom head on the bedside pole for the time being.

Touch the heads of the disciples around you.

“We’ll study this again tomorrow morning.

"Today, go to bed first!"

…

The early morning wind blew into the bronze hall, chilling and carrying dust and yellow sand.

Bai Mo sat behind the bronze desk and quickly flipped through the literature on his tablet.

“I should have memorized all the literature on knowledge and skills.

"But the literature about the mind has never been seen before.

"Let's go to the miscellaneous information, etiquette, rules and other documents and search slowly."

These documents seemed of little use before, but they were copied down in white ink. In this tablet, it takes up most of the storage space.

At this time, I read article after article, page after page, and most of them... are still useless!

But Bai Mo didn't dare to be sloppy and read each article seriously.

…

In this way, from morning to noon, he went to the cafeteria to have lunch with his apprentices.

Returning to the Bronze Hall, we watched from noon to evening, and then went to the cafeteria to have dinner with the apprentices.

A day has passed, and by this time, less than 10% of this large pile of miscellaneous documents has been read.

"Just treat it as a make-up lesson. Read these things once and remember them. You won't have to read them again in the future."

Returning to the main hall of the dormitory, he sat on the bedside and continued to read.

The light from the tablet screen illuminated his face in the darkness.

Behind his left shoulder, a fox head suddenly appeared. It turned out to be a white tail!

This guy didn't go to play today. He came over to accompany Master. He put his chin on Master's shoulder, glanced at the tablet, and rubbed his head against Master's face.

A fox head also emerged from Bai Mo's arms...it turned out to be Black Star.

This guy didn't go to play today either. He came to accompany Master, crawling around in Master's arms and assuming a comfortable position.

Although I don't know what's going on, I always feel that Master is looking very serious and solemn today.

Bai Mo reached back, touched Bai Tai's head, then reached into his arms, rubbed Black Star's belly, and continued to browse the documents.

In the main hall, hundreds of fox apprentices gathered together and formed a square formation. They didn't know what they were doing, and they screamed "Yingying Aoao".

Bai Mo glanced at it and let them play.

Read one document after another, either long or fragmentary.

Bai Mo turned over a page and saw another long document, which was about beauty. It told the beauty-loving ancient immortal how to take care of his ears and earlobes.

"well?

"Is this related to Cong'er Soup?"

Bai Mo calmed down and began to read this document carefully.

The literature records the weird habits of ancient immortals regarding ears. For example, they like to use medicine to make their earlobes bigger, rounder, and fuller, thinking that they are more beautiful.

"Like Maitreya Buddha?"

There are prescriptions for modifying earlobes recorded in the literature... There is no technical content. There are even several common herbs that can be effective by just applying them.

The literature also records that the ancient immortals had very high aesthetic requirements for ear shape, and the naturally grown ear shape was regarded as the most beautiful! If you modify your ear shape the day after tomorrow, you will refer to other people's innately beautiful ears.

"Just like some internet celebrities who have plastic surgery after celebrities?"

Bai Mo continued to read, and at the end, it was a warning to owners of natural beautiful ears...

[...If you are weak and have naturally beautiful ears, then it is best to paint your ears or fold them up so as not to expose them...]

[...Some people who take Cong'er Decoction will develop weird habits. Their ears become sensitive and they will be excited and happy by hearing sounds...】

[...They are not satisfied with the excitement and pleasure brought by two ears, they will look for more ears and graft them onto their own ears...]

ah?

Bai Mo was stunned.

Those multi-eared monsters, the extra ears were grafted on themselves in order to pursue excitement and pleasure?

[...More ears will bring them more excitement and pleasure, and will bring them greater greed.

Four ears will wonder about the excitement of six ears;

Six ears will covet the pleasure of eight ears;

The eight ears will dream of the bliss that the ten ears will bring;

The greed for excitement and pleasure has no end...]

[...They are addicted to the excitement and pleasure brought by their ears, just like falling into a trap, falling deeper and deeper, and eventually unable to extricate themselves...]

Some kind of addiction mechanism?

Bai Mo has heard about addiction to playing games, addiction to drinking Coke, and addiction to drinking Dali...but this is the first time he heard that ear transplantation can also lead to addiction!

[...Some Pyro people will be addicted to this, and some Pyro people will not. This seems to be related to individual differences in the mind. Every fireman who takes Cong'er Decoction is making a huge bet on whether he is the type who will not be addicted to it...]

[...The monarch can tolerate moderate addiction, and can tolerate up to six ears, but cannot tolerate eight ears...]

[...The king carved the recipe for Cong'er Decoction on the base of the gallows, and the case of hanging every eight-eared criminal on the two pillars of the gallows, hoping to alert the addicted. Although that didn't help. No Pyro addicted to this could resist the temptation, and all six ears eventually turned into eight ears. All the eight ears were eventually hanged...]

[...among the alchemists who have advanced to the sixth sequence, there has never been one with multiple ears...]

Bai Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

“So, this is the truth about Cong Er Tang?

"When I take Cong'er Decoction, do I have to gamble?

"Betting on my own mind, does it belong to the category that cannot be addicted?"

I wrote it for a long time and then deleted it. . Well, that’s all for today. .

embarrassed. .