Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 68 - 65 The Truth About the Madness
68: Chapter 65: The Truth About the Madness
68 -65: The Truth About the Madness
Zhou Xuan, after listening to Jing Deng’s introduction, was first surprised—surprised that there was a Blood Well Spirit Communicator who could live for fifteen years without going mad, a full three times the “five years” that Yuan Buyu had mentioned.
But soon, Zhou Xuan calmed down.
There were con artists everywhere in the world, and Jing Deng’s self-introduction was most likely not true.
Despite being skeptical at heart, Zhou Xuan still chose to stay in the gathering, earnestly doing his self-introduction.
The Blood Well was too mysterious, and there were too few channels to explore its secrets.
He had no choice.
“I am a fisherman cursed by the Blood Well.
I suffer from the side effects of the Blood Well Spirit every day and night.”
“A fisherman?” Jing Deng asked.
“Yes.”
“Where did you collect the secret phrases of the Blood Well Society?” Jing Deng’s tone still sounded pleasant, but between the lines, he was already cross-referencing Zhou Xuan’s information.
If he showed any flaws,
Zhou Xuan estimated he would be kicked out of the “group chat.”
“My father runs a fish stall, with decent economic conditions.
He sent me to private school for a few years, so I know quite a few characters.
In my spare time, I enjoy reading newspapers.
I accidentally saw an article you wrote in the newspaper, and then…”
“Hmm, is it convenient to disclose the location of your father’s fish stall?” Jing Deng was digging to the root of the matter.
“It’s not convenient.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have drifted to the seas to attend this gathering.
The fortune teller who saw through my Blood Well curse told me that many lunatics are searching for the Blood Well Spirit Communicators.
They want to solve the mystery of the Blood Well, even if it means conducting human experiments, digging out heart and lungs, liver and kidneys,
I wouldn’t want that.
Even if I were to die in agony from the Blood Well curse, at least I’d have an intact corpse!”
Zhou Xuan spoke decisively, which was also his genuine attitude.
If Jing Deng continued to press, then he had reason to suspect that this was an outright fishing gathering,
not that they couldn’t fish, but at least they should chum the water first; let the brother taste two bites of the bait, not fish hard!
If they insisted on being forceful, he would quit the gathering.
“You are indeed a Blood Well Spirit Communicator.
Congratulations, you are now a member of the Blood Well Society.”
“Congratulations, congratulations.”
The dozen or so people in the gathering also began to offer their congratulations.
So it was a test.
Zhou Xuan relaxed a lot and started to look around the voices.
The figures of these dozen people were all very blurry, and each one was wearing a wide robe, rendering their shapes indistinguishable.
Even if they were distinguishable, it wouldn’t necessarily be useful.
They must have used means to disguise themselves.
“Everyone, calm down.
Let me say a few words to the newcomer.”
Jing Deng signaled the rest to be quiet, then gently said, “The Blood Well Spirit Communicators don’t show their true faces, but for communication purposes, why don’t you give yourself a name.”
“Uh…
Li Facai.” Zhou Xuan felt that a name should reflect humble aspirations.
“Good…
a good name.” Jing Deng continued, “Li Facai, suppressing the side effects of the Blood Well doesn’t have many good methods.
Buddha nature is the only path.”
After hearing this, Zhou Xuan thought of the blood of the Alien Ghost.
Could it be that Alien Ghosts also possess Buddha nature?
“Alright, let’s begin today’s lesson.”
Jing Deng was evidently the mentor of the gathering.
She slowly explained, “According to the customs of the Blood Well Society, when a new member joins, they can voice their doubts, and I will be responsible for explaining them.
Facai, do you have any troubling questions?”
Zhou Xuan thought for a while and said, “Whenever I am in unbearable pain, I always ask myself a question—why did the Blood Well find me?”
“It’s not that the Blood Well found you, but that you sensed the Blood Well,” Jing Deng said.
“Teacher Jing, I don’t understand.”
“Normal people have two kinds of consciousness: one is Light Consciousness and the other is Dark Consciousness.
Most of the time, Light and Dark Consciousness have clear divisions of labor; when people are awake, Dark Consciousness sleeps; when people sleep, Dark Consciousness awakens…
But we are different.
When we are awake, both Light and Dark Consciousness awaken within us, and thus we possess dual consciousness.
The root of our powerful sensing power lies here.
Precisely because of this powerful perception, after spiritual communication, we can sense the Blood Well.
Similarly, the Blood Well also discovered us.
With the surging of the well water, our perception further strengthens.”
Jing Deng’s reply was clear and detailed.
Zhou Xuan felt that regardless of whether she was a con artist, at least, she indeed knew more about the Blood Well.
“Is the physical pain I suffer from the Blood Well curse caused by the Blood Well?”
“No.”
Jing Deng’s voice began to carry a believer’s piety, “We absolutely should not place the Blood Well in opposition to ourselves!
It is not our enemy; it is helping us, enhancing our powers.
It is the first god in our life.
Of course, if you wish, you can also regard the Blood Well as an Alien Ghost.”
Could the Blood Well actually be an Alien Ghost?
Zhou Xuan’s beliefs were shaken.
“Back to the topic of pain, the pain is because our body’s strength cannot withstand the simultaneous awakening of both consciousnesses,
but once we join the Tangkou, whether you are a Ghost or a Divine Person, a second god or Alien Ghost will appear in your life,
and after it opens your Heart Incense Secret Realm, it actually subtly reshapes your body.
Over time, your body’s strength increases, raising to the point where it can simultaneously bear both consciousnesses waking.
By then, the side effects of the spiritual pain will disappear.”
Jing Deng advised Zhou Xuan once more, “Facai, you haven’t joined a Tangkou, have you?
I urge you to join one.
If not, your body’s strength won’t increase,
you’ll either be in agony till death, or continuously suppress the pain with Buddha nature.
But the principle of Buddha nature suppressing pain is merely making your body insensitive to it briefly, requiring long-term reliance.
Joining a Tangkou is a once-and-for-all solution.”
“A fortune teller told me that as soon as you join a Tangkou, you will go insane, and it would last no more than five years.” Zhou Xuan asked.
“Going insane isn’t caused by joining a Tangkou, it’s still related to your Light and Dark Consciousness.
The illusions we perceive when seeing things are the projections of those things in our consciousness,
but the projections in Light and Dark Consciousness differ.
In the initial stage, our mind can control itself to only accept the projections from the Light Consciousness, but this control will weaken over time and sometimes lose control—to accept the erroneous projections from the Dark Consciousness.
It is during this period that hallucinations or madness occur.
When our control recovers, we return to normal.
In the later stage, when mental control completely disappears, the erroneous projections are all we accept, and by that time, one is utterly mad.”
At this point, Jing Deng’s voice rose, seemingly reminding all the members present at the gathering.
“I reiterate, the Blood Well is the first god in our life and has never been our enemy.
The simultaneous awakening of dual consciousness is not our enemy either.
It bestows upon us innate perception abilities.
For instance, when being beguiled or caught in whispering dreams, we manage to escape smoothly.”
Zhou Xuan listened in shock.
During the second possession of Ghost, when he was caught in whispering dreams, he ultimately managed to escape, and now he realized the source was here.
“To avoid madness, the only way is to enhance our control over our mind…
controlling ourselves not to accept erroneous projections.”
Jing Deng said, “There are many ways, like using more Buddha nature to burn your Heart Incense.
Buddha embodies Zen intent and can strengthen the mind.”
If Jing Deng really lived fifteen years without going mad, could Buddha nature be her reliance?
As soon as Zhou Xuan pondered this, another member asked a question: “President Jing, I recently heard that tattoos can also help us escape madness.”
“Indeed, they can, but ordinary tattoos won’t do.
They require tattoos done by the ‘Tattoo’ Tangkou.
It is extremely difficult to find disciples from that Tangkou, and by the time you find one, you might already have gone insane.”
Zhou Xuan, overhearing this, noted the name “Tattoo.”
“The time is almost up for today.
In the next gathering, I will explain how to use the power of the Blood Well.
Please watch the newspapers for the time and secret phrases of the next gathering.”
Jing Deng announced that this gathering was concluded.
