The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean opened the refrigerator. There is a roast chicken in the refrigerator, and there is a row of small bottles on the door of the cabinet, which contain a green liquid.

That kind of green is reminiscent of the grotesque R'lyeh.

He produced a bottle and handed it to Sméagol. The latter jumped for joy after getting Binon.

Then, Smeagol obediently climbed onto the chair next to him, lifted the lid of the glass bottle, and poured the thick liquid into a small opening at the bottom of the glass bottle...

The liquid began to circulate in the internal channels, and the yellow color in the solution faded to a clear green. Sméagol looked more cheerful, too.

As for how Moonlight got Binon, which only R'lyeh possessed, if Sean hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

Moonlight who has mastered Raliya Kamiyu wrote a ditty. This ditty is a bit witty and funny, and it sounds sneaky. When listening to the moonlight playing, it seems to be able to see a stealth thief.

In the second half of the song, the thief seemed to have got what he needed, and suddenly ran wildly and escaped from the "vault".

When Moonlight finishes playing this ditty seriously without looking back, there will be an extra can of Binon on the ground behind him...

When Sean turned back with Moonlight and saw the gift left by the elf who didn't know where it came from, he really felt a little strange.

The name of this song is "The Honey Thief". It seems that when the moonlight bounced it, there really was an unsuspecting thief who sneaked into R'lyeh and brought back a jar of Binon for the moonlight.

For Sean, this is really an incredible and even strange power.

Raliya Kamiyu, is really different from other Kamiyu...

Coquettish, obscure, unimaginable.

Sméagol finished his binon and sat on the chair, his little feet dangling slightly.

Sean warmed up the grilled chicken in the oven and brought it to the dining table, as well as cold spaghetti bolognese. He served himself a plate and sat at the dining table to eat slowly.

"So why, Mr. Dickinson? Why did you dig the muck yourself?"

Sean chewed the pasta slowly. The taste of the meat sauce was too strong. He ate slowly and swallowed a mouthful before saying, "Because this is a kind of cultivation."

"Cultivation?" Smeagol tilted his head in confusion, his mind dangling in the solution, "To exercise your muscles? To hone your willpower?"

"Not all." Wiping the tomato sauce sticking to his mouth with a napkin, "What I will say next, you can tell Mr. 1902 if you have a chance in the future, it will help him."

"OK."

"It's like this. Mr. 1902 must have told you that the most important ability of a quester is the strength of the soul. The way to train your soul is through perception, learning, and meditation."

"Yes, he told me."

"How does Moonlight meditate?"

"He played the piano. He closed his eyes at home and played a piece of music that I had never heard before, and then I could see that his soul was constantly stirring and flowing, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger..."

"Yes. Moonlight is very talented. His way of meditation is natural. Every time he devotes himself to playing the piano, he will nourish his soul. When he masters this natural process through observation and thinking, the effect of his meditation will be even better. It's leaps and bounds.

"If you also have the habit of exercising your soul, you will find that the ways of cultivating mysteries are very similar. Whether it is through silent prayer or chanting mantras, you will calm yourself down and devote yourself until you enter the forgotten state. Foreign objects and one's own situation."

"Oh, I see! Mr. 1902's way of cultivation is to play the piano, and your way of cultivation is to dig mud!"

Sean smiled. He didn't answer, just ate the chicken wings for a while, and then said: "Digging mud is a practice, but it's not always."

"What is that? Heavy labor?"

"No, it's not just heavy labor."

Sméagol turned his head again, clearly lost in confusion.

"Let me tell you the answer—in fact, most explorers, including Moonlight, have not discovered that everything in daily life can be a cultivation of the soul.

"Even—" Sean raised the chicken wings in his hand, which was baked by Mrs. Martha, an undeniable craftsmanship, "Even eating roast chicken."

Sean believed that if Sméagol had eyes, they must have been wide open and blinking at this moment.

He probably never imagined that everything in life can be used as cultivation. It even includes eating rotisserie chicken…

"Why, why?"

"The answer is simple - focus.

"Keep full focus on doing one thing, and observe yourself in the process of doing it, observe everything about yourself: from breathing to emotional changes. It is to let the mind return to the most basic awareness, so that you will continue to nourish yourself. the spirit of…

"Cultivation is like this, it can never stop."

Sméagol was stunned.

Only then did he know why Mr. 1902 said that the man in front of him was the greatest explorer of mysteries.

He seems to hold mysteries unknown to many seekers. He didn't take these mysteries as treasures at all, but told himself so casually...

He is really different.

Sean raised his eyebrows at Sméagol, and then he just concentrated on practicing and eating...

Although he just revealed a piece of knowledge that may be a great secret to many esoteric seekers, in fact, he didn't tell Smeagol all about himself.

The perception of daily practice is what he realized during decades of meditation in Shambhala.

After awakening as "enlightened ones", the strength of their souls will increase by leaps and bounds, precisely because they are no longer imprisoned by the form of cultivation, no longer relying only on silent prayer or playing the piano, but all the time, whether they are digging mud, chatting or eating, they are Practice constantly.

Because enlightened people have clearly realized the true meaning of cultivation.

What Sean didn't say is that his situation is somewhat different from other mysteries: his practice in Shambhala has already broken through to the realm of enlightenment~www.NovelMTL.com~but in this world, the soul still has to gradually wake up.

Therefore, for him, all the cultivation is just to bring back the realm that originally belonged to him bit by bit.

Therefore, compared to other people's cultivation, his progress is faster.

He is fully confident that before Nietzsche's challenge comes, he will get back all the realms. That is, the soul strength to enter the Ace level.

Therefore, he seems to be living in daily life, but he is doing cultivation that other explorers can't imagine.

That's Sean's secret.

Friedrich Nietzsche may be strong, but Sean is not out of luck. The most critical point is that Nietzsche did not know that he was facing a person who lived beyond the imagination of others.

There is still some worry, but for Xiao En, thinking about it, not long after, the soul level has stepped into the Ace level, leading a group of King level to appear in front of Nietzsche...

I don't know how this mighty black Joker will feel?

Does he still dare to threaten his own people like before?

Will the hat on his raised head fall to the ground?

While worrying, Sean had to admit—

For myself, I have some expectations.

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