I arranged the system

Chapter 53 Imprint
In the study room, a thick thread-bound book was spread out on the light gray desk, and a line of small words appeared on the top of the opened page: "Principles of Meditation—Chapter 2".

Fan Bei looked down, but the focus of his gaze did not fall on the open book, but on the illusory white book in front of him emitting a faint white light.

He is thinking.

Dabai binds the system, so he can ignore the invasion and pollution of the spirit by evil spirits; old man He sacrifices to Xiaobai, and there is a spiritual imprint left by the other party in his soul, which has a similar effect.

When he checked the "steward" system log before, he knew the concept of "spiritual imprint".

At that time there was such a line:
"The steward system expelled the spiritual imprint from the host's soul - the mountainside of Cyrene."

Now it seems that the reason for both ignoring the threat of evil spirits is the same, it is because of a higher mysterious existence leaving spiritual imprints in the souls of both of them.

And this "Father of the System", from every aspect, is several grades higher than "System" and Xiaobai.

However, he couldn't do it, and he couldn't even communicate freely with Xiaobai.

The other party directly "hummed" at him, and felt dizzy and tinnitus for a while.
Thinking of this, he turned the "Principles of Meditation" in front of him to the content page, selected key chapters, and reviewed them carefully, hoping to find the answer.

On some damp pages, the bold characters seem to reveal the deepest mysteries of this world.

"Chapter 7: Soul and Consciousness?"

"Ordinary people don't have souls. No, it should be said that the mental strength is too low, and the consciousness can't condense into a real soul at all. It's just a fog scattered in the body. After a person dies, the fog disperses and the soul disappears."

"Through meditation and using some techniques...you can sense the illusory location of the soul, and after increasing your mental strength, you can gather the soul into shape."

"The initial stage is being able to project into the conscious world, like playing a virtual reality game."

"The intermediate stage is to be able to leave the body and exist in reality for a short time."

"At the advanced stage, it is probably transformed into the form of an evil spirit, which can survive in the spiritual substance for a long time."

"At a higher stage, there is a lack of data, so it cannot be deduced."

He pondered over this passage carefully, finally closed his eyes, started to meditate, and began to feel where his soul was.

It was a bit difficult at first, because I always subconsciously saw the beach on the sea in the conscious world.

Not long after, according to the techniques mentioned in the book, he dispersed his thinking, felt carefully with his mind, and finally sensed the existence of the soul.

The description in the book is very vivid, and it should be a synthesis of the feelings of many people.

Indeed, he felt a layer of mist pervading his body, his head and limbs, every cell, everywhere.

With his thoughts, he carefully scanned every part of the mist, and finally found that apart from the thicker mist, there were no other abnormalities, and he did not feel any spiritual marks.

and many more?

He felt awe-inspiring, and a concept of "binding equipment" flashed in his mind.

He looked at the illusory white book emitting a faint white light again, and suddenly understood, could it be that this book is not actually bound to my soul?
His thought had just flashed, and for the first time, a reminder message appeared on the cover of the Illusory White Book.

"The system builder binds the book, and the mental strength is not enough, at least it needs to reach the bronze level."

Fan Bei immediately felt relieved and heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that after the "Father of the System" is truly bound, let alone evil spirits, even Xiaobai will have nothing to do with himself.

Of course, this is only limited to the spiritual world. If the other party controls a gun to shoot his own black gun, he still has to sing a cool song.

After confirming the reason, he no longer had any doubts, went back to the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice.

A little bit of spiritual power was continuously extracted from the illusory white book, turning into warm currents that appeared in the mind, and then turning into countless water droplets, nourishing the conscious world and expanding the area of ​​the beach on the sea.

Now, he has three "hosts" to supply spiritual power, so he doesn't have to worry about cultivation resources at all.

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Two days in a row passed, and by the morning of July 7, the evil tide that lasted for three days had completely dissipated.

For two days, Fan Bei just ate and practiced every day, leaving Dabai and Chef He to do all the inspection work. There was no mechanical failure, so he didn't need to repair it.

He was very pleased to find that the beach had turned into an island the size of an acre, after consuming [-] points of mental power in two days, regardless of the cost.

According to the "Bronze Level Meditation Method", with such a large area, you can open up fields and plant plants on it.

First, you need to cultivate a bronze plant, and then use it to improve the land and transform the entire island into a bronze texture.

If this bronze plant can be grown, it means that his spiritual cultivation has reached the bronze level.

Once the plants are grown, it will be much easier to meditate in the future.

As long as these plants are watered with spiritual power, they will automatically help him temper his spirit and increase his mental strength.

As for what kind of plants to plant, Fan Bei had to think carefully, and did not rush to start.

After thinking about it, he prepared to go to the main control room and contact Lang Sheng through the radio to ask questions.

Although there is an old grandfather Xiaobai next to him, but he can't completely trust the other party, especially when it comes to the practice of exercises.

Dabai has a system to protect his body, but now he does not have the qualifications.

Just as he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Chef He walking towards him.

"Uncle He, what's the matter?" He said kindly.

"Oh, Mr. Fan, this is the spiritual core I knocked down in the past few days." Chef He took out a bulging cloth bag and wanted to hand it to him.

"Uh, this is your own harvest, don't give it to me." Fan Bei shook his head and refused.

If it was changed to 10 days ago, he really wanted to shine his eyes at that time, but now he feels like he is extremely hungry, and he doesn't want to ruin his image because of it.

Chef He's heart moved. In theory, he was not Fan Bei's servant, but the servant of the mysterious existence in the iron ball.

But he was living in Fan Bei's property, working for others and eating for them. Although he had no salary for the time being, the problem was that he had to buy out the lifetime contract sold to the Silver Chamber of Commerce.

If it were a harsh master, there would definitely be a reason to take away all the hard work he had gained in the past few days.

Mr. Fan is indeed a decent person.

Chef He's thoughts turned, and then he held the bag with both hands: "In this case, Mr. Fan, I hope to use these spiritual cores, please redeem my friends and family members from the Silver Chamber of Commerce, so that they, like me, can get The redemption of the owner of the iron ball. If the quantity is not enough, I will continue to accumulate it in the future."

"Oh, so that's the case, then fine, I'll accept it," Fan Bei nodded, gave Chef He a high look, and said, "Give me a list, and I'll ask for it for you first. "

"Thank you, Mr. Fan." Chef He held back the excitement in his heart, handed the bag to Fan Bei, then took out a note pad in the inside pocket of his jacket, and handed it to Fan Bei.

Fan Bei took two things, comforted each other a few more words, and left.

And at this time, next to the kennel in the living room, Dabai was playing with a new toy, having a great time.

It was a wooden windmill that Chef He took the time to make for it yesterday, in order to thank the other party for helping him a few times during the evil tide.

And there is a bigger toy in the works, a very spectacular wooden track train.

"Xiaobai, let's come out and play together..." It stretched out its claws, and vigorously moved the windmill, and the blades of the windmill whirled, "The new toy is more fun than your iron egg."

"Leave me alone, I want to be quiet." Iron Ball lay motionless in the kennel.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick? But if you're sick, there's no way for the master to give you an injection..." Dabai scratched his head, wondering.

Xiaobai didn't answer, just depressed there.

In two days, Chef He worked tirelessly to finally hit the first spiritual core. Before it could happily come over, the other party made a request that it couldn't refuse.

The other party hoped that the kind and compassionate owner of the iron ball would allow him to use this kind of thing to redeem his family and friends.

What can it do?I can only agree to it generously.

It doesn't agree to such reasonable requests. It believes that the other party's loyalty will drop to a negative number immediately, and it no longer believes in its own kindness.

Thanks to some sand sculpture colleagues, human beings are not ignorant of their existence.

Sure enough, people are still harder to fool than dogs, so we can't rashly change the research target...

(End of this chapter)