In the hall of the cold temple, there was a solemn silence that refused to shine.
Put your feet together in Lianhua.
Around the knee, place the back of your hand.
Move your body slightly to adjust your posture.
He then stretched out his spine and pulled his jaw so as to pass a single stick between heaven and earth.
In the large temple hall, close your eyes quietly.
………………
The sight was closed. Unlimited stimulation to hearing, touch, smell and taste.
Exhale and inhale.
Gradually, thinly, slowly.
Combine the exhaling breath with the inhaling breath as one, count.
No, chi.
No, I don't.
Come on, hmm.
Shh, no.
Oh, oh...
Concentrate on just counting numbers.
I don't think about anything else.
If clutter comes to mind, count back.
- Entering carelessly is not something you don't think about.
- Then you think about what you're going to think about, and you're going into a barren circulation.
- You can't make yourself heartless in that kind of play of ideas.
- I didn't know you'd be heartless.
- I didn't know you'd be truly heartless, even.
- It's about focusing on 'this moment' now that it's here.
- and a recollection of what has already passed.
- And the fantasy of not coming yet.
- Get it out of your head, kick it out.
- Just think of it now in front of you.
- Before God, throw it out.
- Not who I am in the past, not who I am in the future.
- As it is, here it is, throw yourself out now.
- Hit it, hit it, just do it.
- I don't have any secrets.
- Think now, focus on it, throw yourself out.
- That's all about 'heartless prayer'.
Marie's words turned her head, but it also disappeared as she counted her breath.
No, chi.
No, I don't.
Come on, hmm.
Shh, no.
Oh, oh...
Just repeat, focus on counting the numbers.
I don't think about anything else.
There was a wind.
A bird rang in the distance.
I felt my skin sensation sitting down.
Just repeat, count the numbers.
Exhale.
Breathe in.
The sound of breathing.
I felt a heartbeat.
Just repeat, count the numbers.
Count the numbers.
Count.
Deep.
Deep everywhere.
Feels like diving into the blue sea.
Deep.
Deep.
Everywhere, deeply...
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- How long have you been 'diving'?
Rin, the sound of the bell made me come back to reality.
The sight of the temple appears slightly brighter when you open the lid, which has always been closed.
It was already sundown and the lights lit up the area.
In the cold darkness, the sculptures of the gods illuminated by the swings of the flames are terribly fantastic and glossy.
... Humans get used to all sorts of things.
If you get used to seeing things, you start to see things you're used to seeing as good additions and subtractions.
If you get used to listening, ask a good addition to what you get used to hearing.
The same goes for touching, sniffing and tasting.
It also means that we will be able to respond efficiently to stimuli.
But that also means forgetting the emotion and blunting the sensibilities.
I liked this moment when I woke up from deep prayer.
It's as if I was reborn, and everything I see, hear, feels vivid.
A refreshing sensation that wipes away all the dirt that has stuck to your whole body.
For a while, immerse yourself in the aftertaste and slowly break down Lotus.
Because of the same posture for a long time, all over my body was shattered and sore.
"…… Yes, good luck, Will"
Anticipating that, Marie uttered the word with the bell of the end of worship signal in her hand.
"This concludes the five-day 'Prayer for Silence' line"
"Good luck………"
... thirteen by the count.
It has been five years since I suffered a burn to my arm.
As a matter of fact, that burn could have been healed without a trace by prayer if Marie was prepared to remain on fire again, but I refused to do so.
It's because I didn't think it was enough to cure Marie until she dared leave her on fire, or because Brad told me it was a man's medal.
The discoloration remained from palm to arm, as Gus expected, at the end of his suffering for several decades or so, while undergoing treatment, including that caused by ancient language magic.
He seems to have healed pretty well.
Actually, more like this, I was also prepared to have a tragically swollen scar, so much so that I clapped it out a bit.
... The medal is still tangled in my arms.
Since then, I've grown tall.
Marie and I had pretty much the same gaze, and we were pretty close to the gas.
Brad was told that, although he still had to look up, it had gotten rough.
I don't know because there is nothing in the past life, but I think it has crossed the 160cm.
By the way, it looks like the length of the adult male spreading his thumb and middle finger is in the order of a finger ruler.
But I was about 20 centimeters tall, so in this world, I'm roughly eight fingers tall.
You think there are other adult thumb widths about 10% of a finger foot and a finger inch (shin), or two centimeters?
Likewise, an adult man spreads his arms all over his body, looking for one arm ten times the size of a finger foot, or about two meters?
There are various other units.
Regardless of the rigorous accuracy of this, it's convenient to use your body to easily measure it, but it's probably because of your memory of previous life that you convert it to a metric method.
Whoa, gossip.
So for five days now, I took a break from Gus and Brad's class and took a line of "Prayer for Silence".
She said that Marie had also experienced it many times in her lifetime in a strict event, which takes place in winter in a Martell-based monastery of the Mother Earth.
This is, again, awesome.
From sunrise until sunset five days later, all pronouncements are forbidden except for emergencies.
We even do the signals with bells and bells, except for the minimum sleep, and then we almost even pray.
Wake up and pray, sit and pray, walk and pray when your body is about to clamp, sit and pray again when you are in moderate condition, pray at bedtime.
Prayer of gratitude as we eat, prayer of dialogue as we look to ourselves, prayer of petition in the hope of protection, prayer of praise in honor of God.
After doing every prayer repertoire, extend the heartless prayer just now for a few hours at the end of the day.
... Can you do it! Asshole! And when I heard the menu myself, I thought, unexpectedly, human, it's horrible because if you do it, you can do it.
By the way, Marie turned to my aid because if she kept praying for so long, she would physically disappear into the boulder.
It should be noted that prayer is really compatible with God around not seeing any signs that prayer can still be used even after this much prayer.
Marie said that not many people can use the technique even if they are quite devout followers.
All in all, this' silent prayer 'is quite a harsh line to look at objectively. It's a harsh row...
... Actually, blah, it's still better.
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Marie's class is at the 'line of silence' level, even the toughest.
Usually that's how they make shoes, how they sew clothes, how they grow vegetables, and how they behave politely.
Somehow, it's healing. Common sense.
Gus' class, by comparison, has been a little strange lately.
Even though it looks a lot like a nasty face, it doesn't give me classes, but the content is becoming more advanced and the amount that can be taught at a time is becoming denser.
The overcrowding doesn't make a joke.
Memorize different Phrases, or combine Phrases to create sentences and sentences.
Speak them well, train them in pronunciation and pronunciation to recite them well.
Furthermore, they are taught everything from geometry and arithmetic, rhetoric and argument to geography and history, law, civil architecture, medicine and economics, and management, and are told to remember them by the next day.
Next day test. More packing. More tests. A dozen or so days in total.
… packed education is also an easy material offense.
Honestly, I guess you expect me to make a sound. [M]
Regardless, geometry and arithmetic can use memories from previous lives.
Because he was good at mathematics, he thought it would be a lot easier, but he couldn't.
Because when Gus finds out that he knows, he just softens up to the flying class for that matter and brings him something to teach him additionally.
I don't think I should have left a few more lines, but I really decided to live.
Fortunately, this Will's body is still young and has good memory, so he's managed to eat up.
... and in fact, I've been taught so far to understand that his knowledge, on top of being so vast, is so deep.
One day Brad told me that Gus was praised as The Wandering Wise Augustus.
Wandering means walking well.
It is felt that he has actually wandered many different places for a long time and must have learned from both experience and knowledge.
The level of civilization in this world should be behind that of previous life if we do not take into account some of the magic and so on…
Whether we talk about the structure of organisms or about architectural procedures, the story of gas is without precipitation and practical.
There is no room at all for fantastic parts, which are common in medieval disciplines of previous life.
By the way, in my previous life, it was a product of fantasy. Even when I talk about the existence of subhumans and phantom beasts, there is no precipitation in the story of gas.
Listening to that story, which they're actually telling after encountering, makes it silly to doubt it wisely, either with knowledge from previous life.
... In fact, there are ghosts in front of you.
Anyway, that's why Gus' class is such an overcrowded schedule education first.
I'm desperate to eat it up, but how long will I eat it?
Gus has some bigotry, so if he leaks a word of crying, he could lightly cancel class.
So I won't let you leak one stupidity.
It's just a feather in front of me, doing a huge amount of challenges.
Extremely harsh.
Hey, this is crazy.
...... but actually blah blah blah, that's still better too.
Even compared to Gus' class, Brad's class is strange.
It's not a little crazy or anything, really, it's extremely weird. In the past life style, it is Magikichi.
I still know how to develop from the chamberlain and make bare gestures with wooden swords and wooden spears and remember the moulds.
From extended hunting, remember trap hunting and push hunting, tailoring large animals or surviving in the woods for a few days. I can see this, too.
When you have a body in time, you will of course know from Brad's policy that you will impose a full range of running and muscle training.
I've prepared it from somewhere - naturally concealing it so kids don't touch it - my own sword, my own spear, authentic leather armor.
It would also be natural for a warrior to be equipped with something like that, running around, barebacking and looking at shapes.
But there's something wrong with that.
Really, it was magic.
"All right, then, from today on, I'll throw you into the real battle of Magimon"
…… what?
"I'm telling you, they're gonna come after you if they want to kill you."
.................. what?
"Let's go, then. Of course, the director will, but if you get into an accident, you're gonna die."
hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?