Chapter 613: 608_2
Just now, Qin Chuan was bounced back by the powerful Qi Flow inside Ye Tian’s body and has not yet recovered. He wanted to check on Ye Tian, but under the current circumstances, he was unable to move. Plus, there were a bunch of old n and old ladies kneeling on the ground; he couldn’t possibly step over their bodies. However, Qin Chuan had a premonition that this Ye Tian must harbor so unknown secret, and it was certainly related to the Buddha statue outside the window.
Outside, people were excited, but inside, Ye Tian was enduring unspeakable suffering. Just a mont ago, an even more domineering force had appeared out of nowhere and entered his body directly, seemingly coming from outside the plane. Ye Tian could only guess, as he lay in bed with severe pain throughout his body, lacking even the strength to turn his head. He couldn’t see that beam shot from the Buddha that had penetrated the cabin wall.
It felt as though all the strength in his body was being sucked away by those three pearls, leaving only faint traces of breath that lingered pitifully, wandering within his body. When Ye Tian realized he hadn’t died, he felt relieved in his heart, thankful that the pearls were not sucking his blood dry; otherwise, he would certainly have turned into a mummy by now. Even a handso man couldn’t withstand being drained of blood like this!
As consciousness grew blurry, the last bit of strength in his body dissipated, and the wandering thread of energy inside him was ultimately absorbed by the three pearls. Ye Tian’s vision went dark, and he fell into a deep, unconscious sleep.
Due to the strange phenonon outside, all the cabin crew were busy maintaining order among the passengers in the cabin. Those kneeling and praying to the Buddha, those taking photos with their phones, and so who were scared into crying, had turned the vast cabin into a boiling chaos, and the cabin crew were all in a flurry.
No one noticed that Ye Tian, lying in bed, was undergoing a painful, near-Nirvana-like tornt in his sleep.
In the Dantian area, after a chaotic wandering, the three pearls finally rged into one, and this cluster of light then ford two pearls that were completely different from the earlier red and green ones: one black and one white, which no longer matched the previous ones. The Shariputra finally coalesced with the scorching Red Fla Pearl, and almost simultaneously, the green pearl transford in color, eventually becoming black. A cold and a warm energy, now completely separated, road and circulated in the Dantian like the pattern of Yin-Yang fish, full of profound mysteries. From this erged threads of white True Qi which continuously nourished Ye Tian’s whole body. The dried blood vessels and Essence Qi were recovering at an astonishing speed, and those internal organs, which had been burnt by the Red Fla Pearl, were also receiving imnse vitality from this black and white rotation. Ye Tian, in his slumber, could not see these changes, but he could feel a warm heat in his abdon.
Ye Tian had a dream, in which everywhere was the springti with warm, blossoming flowers. The river water was warm in spring, the peach blossoms on the mountains were blooming, and the clouds in the sky were carefree, with birds freely darting through the woods and overlapping mountain ridges in the distance. All in all, it was a sight full of life and vigor.
Ye Tian did not know why he dread of these scenes, but the first thing he saw upon waking was a face that could instantly turn the whole spring back into a harsh winter.
“Hmph, you know to wake up? You might as well have stayed asleep forever, no need to carry out missions, and no need to be punished by your superiors. An extraordinary natural phenonon is the best excuse to shirk responsibility, isn’t it? You don’t have to try too hard; they won’t give you a ‘Five-Star Team Leader’ award for this anyway.”
Ye Tian ignored the sarcastic remarks. His head was still hurting, and he had not fully regained his strength. He moved his arm, which was a bit sore, but only felt muscle numbness and soreness, with no injury to the bones. It shouldn’t be a big problem.
Looking around, it was a rather large room, with a TV, a computer, and a desk. Very simple and very empty.
“Where is this?”
Qin Chuan gave him a blank look, “Youth hostel.”
“Oh,” Ye Tian intended to prop himself up with his arms, but he was too weak to do so. It wasn’t just his arms that lacked strength; more seriously, his head was in real pain. Any slightly larger movents would cause dizziness in his eyes. Being able to see double was already fortunate, sotis even triple vision. Ye Tian felt a bit nauseous.
“Are you hungry? I’ll go prepare so dog food for you.”
Ye Tian was so weak that he didn’t even have the strength to retort, only managing to twist his neck with difficulty and give her a few nods, looking pitifully comical.
“Hmph, you’re faking it so well, anyone who didn’t know better would think I’d done sothing terrible to you.”
A flicker of an unusual expression crossed Ye Tian’s eyes. Qin Chuan caught on, her cheeks flushed with anger. She spat out, “You’d be better off dead, so you wouldn’t cause trouble to others.”
With that, she left in a huff.
Ye Tian felt wronged—apparently, even lying down could provoke people.
Ye Tian’s body was healing at a remarkable speed; it was a new sight every day. Just the day before, he looked like he was on his deathbed, but by that afternoon, he could get out of bed, and by the next day, he was already able to run around. By the third day, he had completely recovered. Not just Ye Tian, but even Qin Chuan, who had been coolly indifferent, couldn’t help but secretly wonder if this guy was so sort of freak.
There was still a month to go until the economic forum, and twenty days left before the people from across the strait were due to arrive. The reason for Ye Tian and the others to co over so early was because the local environnt, particularly the geographic layout of the Imperial Capital, the political climate, and the rollout of security asures were considered complex. Sotis, on the surface, the security work might seem to have been done sufficiently, but there still was a need to delve deeper, and it would fall onto the shoulders of the Sixth Group to probe into these deeper levels of security. However, that had nothing to do with Ye Tian—if that kind of task required Ye Tian’s involvent, then Sixth Group would truly beco jacks-of-all-trades.
It had already been agreed upon that Ye Tian was only here to be an observer, not to exert himself to the point of exhaustion.
During these twenty days, aside from recuperating, Ye Tian didn’t do anything else. Although his body was recovering quickly, it was still far from its peak condition, which wasn’t a good sign. Ye Tian wasn’t idle during his slow recovery, at hand was always the book given to him by the Monk before he left the mountain; a book made up of a dozen rough pages bound together.
It contained the Monk’s personal insights on spiritual cultivation.
The first page, “Long River Sunset Circle.”
Oh my god, was this necessary? Starting off with such a grand state of being; Monk, I’m not so genius with exceptional talents, I can’t comprehend your realm!
Ye Tian lay on the bed in despair. Naturally, he knew the value of these experiences, but presented so abruptly, it was too much for him to take in at once. The notion of biting off more than one could chew was not to his taste—that wasn’t greatness, that was just foolishness.
Unwilling to give up, Ye Tian hoisted the book to his eyes once more, quietly contemplating those five large characters, “Long River Sunset Circle.” Thinking about it, he still couldn’t grasp any leads. However, recalling the experience on the plane, Ye Tian did have so ideas.
“Long River, Sunset”—clearly, it embodies an imnsely grand vista, only within the desolate deserts and the high skies could one possibly feel it. The beauty on the great plains is too complete, lacking that bone-deep desolation; the snow-capped mountains are too pure, missing that touch of humanized savagery. That stretch of still clouds he saw from the plane once gave Ye Tian a montary sensation of communion between heaven and man. Unfortunately, just short of realization, the pain in his abdon interrupted his train of thought.
Ye Tian closed his eyes, placing the book on his face, slling only the faint scent of ink, shielding him from all external distractions.
He pondered over the aning of these five characters carefully but kept hovering in a state between sleep and wakefulness, as if he had almost grasped sothing only to watch it slip through his fingers in the end. The feeling was like scratching at one’s heart, utterly agonizing.
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