Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

His nerve fibers became denser, his nerve reaction speed increased wildly, and the world he saw had several more colors, becoming complex, vivid, and colorful.

Anle felt that his mind was extremely clear and his thinking speed was incredibly fast. He could solve some complex arithmetic problems in just one or two seconds.

But at the same time, his thoughts became very jumpy, and it was easy for him to jump suddenly from one thing to another.

Because his mind works so fast, the messy thoughts that usually flash through his mind will become extremely clear, which will attract him to think and waste unnecessary energy.

This is the worry of smart people.

Once the two Heavenly Palace treasures were opened, Anle's strength was greatly improved again. At least among the Heavenly Palace or Nascent Soul cultivators, it would be difficult to find an opponent for him. If there was a suitable opportunity, he could even challenge the weaker God Transformation cultivators.

"It turns out that the human body has such great potential to be tapped, but I just couldn't find the right entry point in my deduction."

Anle seemed to be thinking about something. His previous deductions had not made much progress in his physical body, and he felt that he had reached a certain limit. However, the Shenzang secret method now pointed out a clear way for him.

While thinking, Anle thought of another thing: "After opening up the divine treasure this time, I didn't sense that kind of malicious peeping."

"Does the owner of the peeping only exist in the afterlife?"

At this time, Xuan Gongming used his magic power to control a piece of sizzling dragon meat, brought it to Anle, and said with a smile.

"Second brother, come and eat meat!"

After watching him finish eating, Xuan Gongming rubbed his hands and couldn't help asking: "Second brother, second brother, how did you do that just now?"

"How did you open two Heavenly Palace treasures in succession?"

Others might have reservations for various reasons, but Xuan Gongming is just that kind of person, he will just ask directly if he wants to.

Hearing this, Chu Xi immediately pricked up his ears and listened attentively.

The monks nearby couldn't help but eavesdrop secretly. Xuanhui even walked in front of Chuxi and pretended to be nothing while eating a piece of dragon meat.

Chu Yuandao and Madam Sang behaved much more cleverly, their eyes did not move at all, only their ears stretched a little, obviously they were also very curious.

The opening of each divine treasure can greatly enhance the strength of the cultivator. If there really is some secret method, who wouldn't want to take a shortcut?

An Le was not surprised to hear this question. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Brother Xuan, to be honest, I was able to break through the two divine treasures mainly because of my special physique. I persisted in practicing on weekdays, and with the stimulation of the dragon heart and dragon brain, I was able to break through after accumulating a lot of strength."

If an ordinary cultivator said this, Xuan Gongming would definitely think that he was bragging, but Anle's tone when he said this was confident and calm, which naturally made people believe what he said.

Xuan Gongming nodded, his tone somewhat disappointed: "I see, I was rude to you."

At this time, Anle said again: "But I do have some methods that may increase the success rate of opening the divine treasure."

Xuan Gongming's eyes lit up: "Second brother, please speak."

Anle was originally worried that he would change the future, but after opening the Niwan Palace, he suddenly figured out some things.

Since he is already in the tide of history, how can he go against it?

Perhaps, pushing the times forward is his mission here!

Thinking of this, An Le's mind became clear, his eyes brightened, and he said, "The first one is the art of calculation."

Xuan Hui beside him asked in confusion: "Calculation? Isn't that something that can only be used in the manufacture of magical instruments?"

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the art of calculation had already shown its potential. Those who drank from the divine spring awakened their superhuman wisdom and began to use it in the development of magical instruments, but few people linked it with magic.

"That's wrong!"

Anle looked around at everyone present and said solemnly: "Everything in the world depends on calculations!"

"Houses, bridges, stars, Taoism... everything is built on the basis of arithmetic. As long as you master arithmetic, you can interpret all the mysteries of the universe."

As he spoke, Anle waved his hand, and nebula-like spots of light appeared around him and began to move along a magical trajectory.

After opening the Niwan Divine Treasure, Anle's mental strength increased greatly, causing the number of stars in this area to reach an extremely exaggerated level, and they bloomed with incomparably bright brilliance.

For a moment, it was as if a rushing Milky Way was flowing into the palace. The stars were dazzling, attracting the attention of everyone present.

In the Milky Way, there are huge stars, some are gaseous, some are liquid, and there are also rocky planets, flowing around us, as if they can be touched with a slight stretch of the hand.

Even though many people have never studied the art and calculation methods in depth, their minds can't help but be immersed in the flow and changes of the nebulae, comprehending the mysteries and being intoxicated.

"This method is called the Zhou Tian Xing Luo Wan Xiang Shu Arithmetic, and it has a total of sixteen chapters."

"With it, it will be easier to locate the location of the divine treasure..."

Anle began to explain to everyone carefully the method of using numerology to find the hidden treasures of the gods, without any reservation.

Unfortunately, there were not many people present who had learned arithmetic, and even fewer who could understand this profound knowledge. Most of them looked confused, like students who had fallen asleep in their advanced math class. They had to start from the simplest one. In the end, only one girl could keep up with Anle's pace.

Anle took a look and thought, "So it's this sister."

She was the girl who controlled the nine pearls before, named Jiu Qing'er.

Looking at the Milky Way flowing through the palace, Chu Yuandao was shocked: "This boy's mind and character are far inferior to mine."

"Your Majesty may wish to see him."

After teaching the algorithm, Anle said, "The second is spiritual awareness."

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Brother Dao, what is spiritual consciousness? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Anle's expression froze, and he was surprised: "Has the concept of spiritual consciousness not been born yet?"

During the battle, he found that the perception of many cultivators was very sharp, and he thought that was spiritual awareness. Now think about it, it seems that this is not the same thing. The sharp perception of the Shenzang cultivator is only due to the pure mental power of the Niwan Palace.

An Le's face remained calm as he said, "This is a term unique to our small place. To cultivate spiritual awareness, we must first..."

He suddenly paused. Isn't the method of cultivating spiritual consciousness the same as the method of cultivating immortals in later generations?

If it had been passed on, no one knows what impact it would have on history.

Anle looked around and saw many monks looking at him with excitement and reverence, their eyes full of the light of knowledge.

He chuckled and thought, "Forget it, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back, so let it spread!"

An Le no longer hesitated and explained: "This is a completely different path from the Shenzang secret method. Everyone, please listen carefully. The first step is to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and slowly absorb it into your body..."

The monks began to try.

But to Anle's surprise, most people failed at the step of absorbing spiritual energy into their bodies.

Anle grabbed Xuanhui beside him, and after carefully sensing him, he suddenly realized what was going on.

For cultivators who practice the Shenzang secret method, the magic power transformed from the Heavenly Palace flows in their meridians, which will automatically exclude the external spiritual energy and make it impossible for them to practice according to the immortal cultivation methods of later generations.

"It seems that this method is not meant for us."

Jiu Qing Er chuckled and said, but her face was not depressed. She bowed respectfully to An Le and said, "Thank you, Brother Dao, for teaching me the Dharma!"

Many young monks around them bowed to the ground and spoke respectfully.

"Thank you, Brother Dao, for teaching me the Dharma!"

The giants at the big table also nodded to Anle and put their fists on their hearts, performing ancient etiquette to express their respect.

Whether it is the algorithm of the Starry Sky Technique or the method of spiritual consciousness, they are all extremely precious secret methods. However, Anle is willing to teach them without reservation. This favor is indeed a great one.

Anle was stunned, feeling very strange.

These cultivators from the Great Zhou were most likely his ancestors' ancestors in terms of seniority, yet they bowed to him because of the secret method he brought from tens of thousands of years later.

When Anle was feeling overwhelmed, he heard a scream from beside him.

"Eh? Second brother, I think I have mastered it..."

Xuan Gongming showed surprise on his face and looked at Anle excitedly.

But the next second, struggle and pain appeared on his face, his expression kept changing, and he whimpered.

"No, I don't want to wake up!"

"Junior brother... Mother... Master... Which one is real... No, it's fake! They're all fake!"

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Gongming's words became fragmented and he let out a roar with disordered logic.

Anle's expression suddenly changed, but Chuxi seemed to be used to this kind of thing. She immediately hugged Xuan Gongming and gently stroked his back: "Don't be afraid... Have a good sleep, you will feel better after a good sleep."

Xuan Gongming held the woman in his arms, but couldn't help but burst into tears, murmuring: "Chu Xi, don't die."

"Please, don't die..."

Chu Xi smiled gently and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I won't die!"

Madam Sang gently placed a finger on Xuan Gongming, causing him to fall asleep slowly.

Even so, there was still a strong sadness on his face and he refused to let go of Chu Xi's hand.

"My dear An, I am sorry to have made you laugh."

Madam Sang looked at Anle and said apologetically, "This is Gongming's old illness. I didn't expect it to suddenly break out at this time."

Anle was naturally not surprised by Xuan Gongming's illness, but his hysterical state was just like Xiang Tieta after Anle stepped into the light gate together.

An Le thought to himself, "Could it be that Senior Brother just doesn't want to wake up from these beautiful memories, so he always maintains the state of Xuan Gongming?"

"And the method of cultivating spiritual energy stimulated his memory and made him wake up briefly?"

An Le's mind was full of thoughts, and he asked Madam Sang again, "Madam, when did my eldest brother's hysteria begin?"

Madam Sang now also recognized Anle. Regardless of whether he was Xuan Gongming's second brother or not, he was a good young man. So she held him, Xuan Gongming and Chu Xi in her hands and walked to a corner of the palace.

The other monks and giants also tacitly agreed not to follow.

Madam Sang frowned, looked at Xuan Gongming in her palm with pity, and spoke softly.

"About three years ago, when the Great Zhou Dynasty was just established, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky."

"It's strange to say that the Chu Wang, Xuan Wang and other powerful men went to intercept the meteorite, but they couldn't touch its entity by any means. In this way, the meteorite happened to fall into Gongming's palace. Since then, he has often fallen into this kind of confused hysteria, saying some weird words like "Master" and "Junior Brother". The imperial doctors have seen it a long time ago, but they can only suppress it, not eradicate it."

Madam Sang stared at Anle seriously and said, "If you have a way to cure Gongming, please help him!"

Chapter 295 Saint

In the side hall of the palace.

Xuan Gongming was still in a coma on the bed. Several imperial doctors rushed here and were taking good care of him.

"Princess Sang, your highness's symptoms seem to be getting worse."

After examining for a while, the imperial physician said softly to Madam Sang, "I'm afraid we'll have to increase the dosage of the medicine to suppress it."

Mrs. Sang frowned, looking worried: "If you use too much of that medicine, it will put a lot of strain on your body, right?"

The doctor nodded and said helplessly: "Medicine is three-quarters toxic, especially for medicine for the brain, but this is the best way."

At this time, Xuan Gongming slowly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the imperial physician busying around him. His expression immediately changed: "Why are you here again! I've told you so many times that I'm not sick!"

He turned his head and saw Madam Sang and Anle, and quickly showed a look of seeking help: "Mom, second brother! I don't want to take medicine!"

Mrs. Sang opened her mouth, looked away with heartache, unable to bear to look.

Every time he took that kind of medicine, it was like a torture for Xuan Gongming.

Suddenly, Anle said, "Mrs. Sang, can you let me be alone with my brother for a while?"

The imperial physician looked at him in confusion: "Who is this..."

Xuan Gongming seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and shouted repeatedly: "This is my second brother! Second brother, save me!"

The doctor had a strange expression on his face, and he muttered to himself, "When did Princess Sang have another child this big?"

Anle saw that he had misunderstood and said, "Brother Xuan is my sworn brother, so why don't you let me try first? If it doesn't work, then give him medicine."

"Let you try?"

The imperial physician obviously did not think that this young boy Anle had the ability to cure the stubborn disease, but when he turned around, he saw that Madam Sang seemed to trust him very much, so he had to speak.

"Okay then, but it's best not to delay too long, otherwise His Highness's illness will relapse and the situation will worsen again."

Anle nodded in agreement.

Soon, everyone left the side hall, leaving only Anle and Xuan Gongming.

Xuan Gongming was deeply moved, his eyes shining: "Second brother, you are still good to me! There is a secret passage in my palace, let's slip away now!"

Anle looked strange and said softly, "Brother, I didn't mean to help you escape."

Xuan Gongming was shocked when he heard this, and said aggrievedly: "Even you..."

Anle first set up a magic circle to isolate the sound to prevent outsiders from hearing, and then said: "Brother, stretch out your hand."

Xuan Gongming saw that Anle really wanted to help him solve this problem, so he shook his head and sighed, "I know my situation best. This is not a disease at all, so how can it be cured?"