Chapter 492 What is the difference between neurosis and mental illness?
Ye Xiaomei was stunned for a moment. She looked at the screen of her mobile phone and saw that it was indeed the Tang family's landline phone.
"Has the payment arrived? I've asked someone to process it." Ye Xiaomei said straightforwardly.
Tang Buci said in a strange tone: "Hey, you just woke up? Go back to sleep, I'm not in a hurry anyway."
When Ye Xiaomei heard the tone, she knew that he was definitely angry. If this guy got angry and turned his back on him, he would definitely be able to stop him.
Instantly, Ye Xiaomei pursed her lips and uttered in a pinched voice: "Boss Tang, please don't be angry. I accidentally meditated too much these days. It really wasn't intentional."
Tang Buci was slightly startled: "You said you sat there for three days?"
"Um, what's wrong?"
The topic was successfully diverted.
Tang Buci laughed for a while and then asked, "Didn't you eat?"
"No, I don't feel hungry. If I were hungry, I would have woken up halfway." What Ye Xiaomei said absolutely made sense.
Tang Bushi let out a long sigh: "You are really amazing. Sooner or later, you will be able to catch up with my master."
"I don't know. Master Yuanyi has practiced for more than a hundred years, so how can he compare?" As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by the other party:
"Oh, that's wrong. I heard from my master that he practiced for more than 30 years to achieve your level of prowess. How about this, you teach me."
Ye Xiaomei's scalp tingled: "Do I need to be taught this?"
"No need?"
"Do you want to use it?" Ye Xiaomei really felt that there was no need to teach, all one needed was a calm mind. However, strictly speaking, there were several levels of calmness.
From purity to concentration to introspection and then to selflessness, the final state is emptiness, nothing more.
"Don't teach?" Tang Bu Ci clearly refused to give in.
Ye Xiaomei suddenly remembered the money and gritted her teeth and said, "I will teach you, but I'm afraid you won't understand what I'm saying. I'll take you to see someone who is a textbook himself and will definitely teach better than me."
"Then it's settled. You take me to see that person first, and the money can be transferred with just one word."
After hearing this, Ye Xiaomei cursed Tang Buci's ancestors for eighteen generations. Most people respect their words and keep their promises, but what about him?
The most shameless person in the world is Tang Buci, who has no principles and no moral bottom line, and he even threatens her.
Ye Xiaomei took a deep breath and calmed her murderous heart: "Okay, okay, now, let's go now."
Who made Ye Xiaomei so poor? Now she has to take it easy as she is living under someone else's roof.
It was noon on the 7th.
Tang Buci's pupils shrank and he pulled the brakes: "Why did you bring me here?"
"You can figure out who I'm talking about by just thinking with your ass."
As she spoke, Ye Xiaomei unlocked her fingerprint and walked in. After a complicated scan and authentication process, Ye Xiaomei stood outside the gate of Room 312.
"The guy you talked to for a long time, his name is...Mr. Shu?" Tang Buci was speechless as if he had eaten a fly.
This room is always so empty, even the folds on the bed sheet haven't changed shape.
After the door opened with a click.
Tang Bushi stretched his head out but didn't dare to go in. However, from his angle he couldn't see Mr. Shu at the base of the wall.
"It's him, go in." Ye Xiaomei pushed him. Perhaps because she was angry about being pushed, she didn't control her strength well and pushed Tang Buci so hard that he staggered in the air for two steps without any foothold. Then, he stuck to the wall opposite the door.
A scream like a slaughtered pig was heard, and Ye Xiaomei hurried forward to help him. The God of Wealth could not afford to offend him:
"Are you okay? I didn't control my strength well."
Tang Bushi pulled half of his face down from the wall and turned around to look at Ye Xiaomei. The fierce look in his eyes clearly showed three words - intentional.
Tang Buci was about to speak when his eyes passed over Ye Xiaomei's shoulder and fell on the corner of the wall diagonally opposite.
Tang Buci's face twisted instantly, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Him?"
Ye Xiaomei looked back and nodded.
He had only heard of Mr. Shu from Ye Xiaomei before, but when he saw him today, Tang Bushi was indeed shocked.
The man was so skinny that his face was unrecognizable, his hair was like a chicken's nest, and his beard was a mess that almost hung down to his chest. It was unknown how long it had been since he had his hair trimmed.
But this is not the point. The most important thing is that at first glance it really looks like a tree growing out of the corner of the wall, motionless, as if dead.
Ye Xiaomei picked her nails leisurely: "His state is the highest state of Yang Shen."
"Him? Isn't he a psychopath? Ye Xiaomei, are you kidding me? You found a psychopath to teach me metaphysical skills?" Tang Buci opened his mouth in disbelief and looked at Ye Xiaomei and then at Mr. Shu, wondering which of the two was the real psychopath.
Ye Xiaomei blew at the seams between her nails. "People can stand for half a year without eating or drinking. How long can you sit? Of course, the real method is not to sit as long as possible, but to have a heart that does not die but is not born."
Tang Buci couldn't help but frown: "That does make sense, but where did you learn that?"
"Your master taught me." Ye Xiaomei said lightly.
Tang Buci was no longer calm: "Then have you become my disciple?"
Ye Xiaomei shook her head.
"Did you spend the money?"
Ye Xiaomei shook her head again. Tang Bushi's face was full of reluctance. He didn't pay any money or become her disciple, but she taught him so many superior skills. No wonder the girl looked so disgusted when he said he had the Yang God.
A feeling of unwillingness surged in his heart, and he planned to go up the mountain to settle accounts with his master in the future. If he couldn't figure it out, he would ask for the money back.
He gritted his teeth, walked forward and slapped Mr. Shu's arm.
There was no movement from the other party.
Ye Xiaomei stood aside and watched the excitement.
Seeing Tang Buci trying to smell the other person's breath again, his pupils shrank suddenly: "Dead?"
Ye Xiaomei chuckled: "He's not dead. Haven't you heard your master talk about fetal breathing? He has already reached the stage of fetal breathing, so he can stop eating, drinking and breathing."
Tang Bushi frowned and looked at Ye Xiaomei in disbelief. His expression explained everything. Taoist Yuanyi had never explained these to him.
"If you don't believe it, touch his dantian." Ye Xiaomei gave a hint.
Tang Bushi was initially hesitant to do it because the girl's clothes were so dirty, but for the sake of progress he gritted his teeth and touched her.
Tang Buci was startled by the touch and raised his eyebrows: "It's true, warm and there is air flowing."
"Don't touch it if you have nothing to do." A hoarse and low voice suddenly came.
Tang Bushi took two steps back suddenly, his eyes wide open.
As Mr. Shu slowly opened his eyes, the beard under his nose began to tremble as it should be when he was breathing.
His eyes were extremely bright, like the brightest star in the dark night.
Tang Buci looked at Ye Xiaomei and then at Mr. Shu. Although he was still standing there, he didn't know how to respond.
Fortunately, Ye Xiaomei came out to help.
But this first sentence scared Tang Buci to death.
"Mr. Tree, I haven't visited you for a long time. I came to see you today and introduce him to you. He is another tree friend of mine."
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