第二十四章 (第3/5页)

daloudthewindbreakkillniangcoax，secondIcan‘thelpbreathing，bodyautomaticallystopbreath，itishardtogoback.

    Youjustsaidtome，sonoftheBuddhawillbeintheselectedpeople，plantedthetreeofdreamsinconsciousness，butafternormalforpeopletodream，everytimeintothedreamscenarioandgetalongwithobjectwillbedifferent.

    Sowhereisthekindofdreamsunderthetree

    Thebestempressshouldalsousethisway，canlettheordinarypeopleintotheconsciousnessofenchantment，thatmeanstheremustbeadon‘tneedspecialabilitythatcanentertheinsideofthemethod.

    Whereyoujustsaidletmebacktothesettled，IthinkIunderstandthemeaningofthissentence，toenterthedreamenchantment，actuallyisfixedinaparticularstateofconsciousness，iswhatyousaidandmeditate.

    WaitIstartedherbreath，willgiveyouasignal，youandmeatthesametimerecitingthewords，youdon‘tpracticeforawhilefirstreadwrong.

    ToelderbrotherIcan‘treadwrong，areyoureadytotellme，xiaoqiwithconsciousnesstoanswerme(Iwanttotrythisway，becausethetime，kiddoisbycallingoutformehere，andIamincontactwithher，atthattimeourconsciousness，andIamalsofromthereality，returnedtotheside.

    Smallsevenindreamspace，nowIusethischarmwithher，seeifyoucanletmereturntoinsideopenconsciousnesspath.

    NotforamomentIfeltabitswollen，heartdepressedthinking，Icouldbeoneofthefewacurafool，getoxygentoyourbreath.

    Myeffortstosuppressthebreath，whilerememberingthecurse，forthefirsttimetodosuchafoolishthing，theairissoimportanttothebody，overtime，itseemstomethatbug-eyedtosuppresscomeout，Ifeeltoholdtherightaway.

    Thisideaisreally...

    Consciousnessisalittleblurred，themindofthewindbreakkillniangcoaxcursewordssound，isasmallrecitesevenreading，shefinallystarted，linecanseenow.

    Eyesbegantosurroundthewhitemist，comeback...

    Bodyseemstobelighter，thewhitemistlikeabuoyancyhimself，slowlymoreandmorehigh，thisfeelingiswrong，Ineverrisebacktoexperience.

    Headnotbulgenow，don‘tfeellikebreathing，itis...

    Qinghuapoolfondleviolet，theearthbetweentheunreal.

    Thatsoundssosweet，asifthroughthecloudsfloattothecrowd，Ineverknewthevoiceofthewoman，canletamanbonecrispsoulgonewiththewind，truevoice，itiswhatkindofwoman!

    Itriedtothroughthefogtofindtheownerofthevoice，butcan‘tseetheirownhandsandbody，onlythefogaroundthethicknotturnaround.

    Dongstringswithatouchofvoice，myheartsuddenlyliketomissabeat，slowlyandafewstrings...

    Neverseemstobealldon‘tknow，organmusichavesomuchinfluenceonpeople，howdoesDuFuyoupoem...

    Whoisthiswoman

    I‘mthinkingof，justlistentohermouthtosingup...

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