Chapter 33: It's hard to tell true from false
Experiment Log: Day 1.
Qiao Yuan still maintains his extreme resistance to Taoist immortals. He is still himself, and after experiencing life and death, he is still determined.
After practicing, Qiao Yuan's physical fitness has indeed improved and he has recovered to his peak physical strength.
According to the practitioners' oral accounts, this so-called torture and recovery was the Taoist immortals helping with their practice and forcibly restoring the body, so one day's experience was far from enough and the experiment had to continue.
…
The next day, Qiao Yuan felt even greater pain, even worse than yesterday.
This time, behind the surveillance camera, Zhang Huaiyi did not intervene, but watched the surveillance quietly with his fists clenched.
On the third day, Qiao Yuanqiang gritted his teeth, switching back and forth between consciousness and coma, sometimes crying, sometimes going crazy, hammering the ground with his hands, gradually becoming weak and powerless.
Zhang Huaiyi had never seen Qiao Yuan like this before. In his impression, Qiao Yuan always kept things under control.
But after recovering, Qiao Yuan still firmly told Zhang Huaiyi: Resist Taoist immortals.
He still maintains his original intention.
On the fourth day, a new way of cultivation was presented to Zhang Huaiyi. He held a bitter gall in his mouth, a long rope hung over his head, incense was burning in his room, and needles were inserted into the flesh and bones. In just a moment, the needles seemed to have spirits and drilled into Qiao Yuan's body. No matter where the needles were inserted or where they were not inserted, they kept rotating. Qiao Yuan held it in for just a moment before he couldn't help wailing with miserable cries. Zhang Huaiyi didn't dare to look directly at the screen, but just took notes with muddy handwriting.
On the fifth day, Qiao Yuan had become numb in his daily life. At home, he didn't play with his mobile phone or look at the computer. He just sat there in a daze. His health was getting better and better, his skin was getting smoother and smoother, and his physique was getting healthier, but he didn't want to move at all. The biggest movement was that his eyes went from looking out the window to looking at the camera.
"How are you?"
Zhang Huaiyi asked this question, and Qiao Yuan waited for a long time, facing the camera, showing his signature smile, and muttered:
"Boycott the Taoist Immortal."
…
On the sixth day, Qiao Yuan stared into the distance, while Zhang Huaiyi held a cup of water in his hand, both of them were in a daze.
"Zhang Huaiyi."
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Zhang Huaiyi leveled the tilted stool, looked around in confusion, and finally looked into the camera, muttering:
"What's wrong?"
"I feel like it's almost time."
"What's coming soon?"
"The Taoist Immortal is about to visit me."
Qiao Ping propped himself up, sat up straight from the deformed sofa, and bent down. Although his health was getting better and better, his physique was getting better and better, but under the psychological influence, his body was still twitching from time to time. He seemed to have lice all over his body and kept scratching.
Only his eyes had not changed, the pride of the world and the pride that refused to surrender.
He is still himself.
"Is it the final moment?"
"right."
Qiao Ping said so.
Then he looked at the screen again, licked his lips, and added in a panic:
"Boycott the Taoist Immortal."
The last period of time was like the last dinner before the interrogation. I could do a lot of things, but I no longer had the mood to experience them. I could only stare blankly, my head blank, thinking about nothing, and not wanting to think about anything.
Like the devil's whisper, like a call in the middle of the night.
It is the final contemplation and reflection before death.
"Um……"
A soft humming interrupted the two people's reverie. Then Qiao Yuan straightened his back, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his body trembled slightly with fear, but his furrowed brow showed his unwavering determination.
Only in the last step, the descriptions of all the practitioners interviewed were surprisingly consistent:
"It's hard to explain, it's hard to explain. Only by experiencing it yourself can you understand it clearly."
"ah!"
Another groan was heard, and Qiao Yuan's originally frowned brows relaxed. He clasped his hands together and sat down on the sofa, with a look of confusion and doubt on his face, but finally turned into determination. He leaned forward slightly, showing no sign of weakness.
The quiet game was going on in Qiao Yuan's spiritual consciousness. Zhang Huaiyi stared at the screen closely, but he couldn't see any flaws at the moment. He could only imagine that Qiao Yuan was gaining enlightenment at this moment and was about to meet the Taoist immortal.
And then what, and then what?
Qiao Yuan's body suddenly fell down. He twitched and his eyes suddenly opened, but his pupils were extremely dilated. Although he looked at the camera, what he saw was something even more weird.
What on earth is it?
What on earth is this thing!
Qiao Yuan's extremely distorted face showed happiness and struggle at the same time. He looked at the screen and spit out two words with his twisted mouth.
"Huai...Yi..."
Speak up, speak up!
Zhang Huaiyi rushed to the microphone, tears streaming down his face. He knelt on the ground, clutching the microphone, his body trembling as he shouted:
"Tell me, Qiao Yuan, what on earth have you been through!!"
“Just one step left!”
"I……"
"Speak!"
The next moment, golden light suddenly flashed, covering the entire screen.
The sound of Buddhist chanting rang out, and Zhang Huaiyi finally saw Qiao Yuan staring blankly at the camera. Then, golden light enveloped his entire body, his head, and finally his confused face.
The next moment, the golden light disappeared.
Qiao Yuan was still in the same posture, sitting blankly on the chair, staring at Zhang Huaiyi through the camera with dull eyes.
"Qiao Yuan, Qiao Yuan?"
"Are you okay? What did you just see?"
This time, Qiao Yuan paused, and reacted somewhat dully:
"I saw...Daoxian?"
Zhang Huaiyi's eyes showed hope. He stood up, bent his upper body, looked at the screen, and said:
"So what then? You saw him and then what?"
If Qiao Yuan could stick to his previous thoughts and express his feelings, then Zhang Huaiyi would have the bargaining chips to fight against the practitioners!
Don't they say that all who practice cultivation will never regret it? Don't they say that all who practice cultivation will continue to practice? Now...
A line of clear tears flowed from Qiao Yuan's pupils. He smiled awkwardly and looked at Zhang Huaiyi with relief.
"Huai Yi."
"It seems... we were wrong."
Zhang Huaiyi was stunned and only asked one question:
"What did you say?"
Zhang Huaiyi's eyes widened. He knelt in front of the screen, getting very close to it. He trembled, trying to find any sign that he was no longer Qiao Yuan, but...
He is clearly the same.
His appearance, his behavior, his conversation, everything about him - even his chivalrous eyes.
Nothing has changed.
Only his original intention remained.
In the surveillance video, Qiao Yuan also collapsed.
He covered his head, tears pouring out like a tide, and just repeated one sentence:
"It turns out we were all wrong, and Daoxian was right."
"We should all cultivate the Daoist immortality, everyone should cultivate the Daoist immortality!!"
