Vol 2 Chapter 14

“I’m afraid Miss Sullivan has no say as to who goes to hell.”

A voice sounded behind Anxu, and Lance and Marshall saluted in her direction. She turned her head and met Sister Mary’s gloomy face. Standing behind Madam Mary was the healer who had just left, with his head lowered obediently, as if she wasn’t the one who found Madam Mary under Lance’s instructions.

“Marshall Mom, Lance Sullivan, take the academy’s punishment as a bet, and read it to be deceived, repent, and copy the confession a hundred times.” Sister Mary said, “Do you have any objections?”

“No.” The person who was pointed said respectfully. Ansu swore, and Lance shot her a quick glance.

“As for you, Anna Sullivan, you lied to your classmates, intending to shirk your punishment as a bet.” Sister Mary looked at her, as if she was looking at a psoriasis that was not wiped clean, “You will copy the Bible two hundred times, and the copying is finished Do not leave the confinement room until now.”

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That’s why Anxu was put in the brig.

Sister Mary passed the verdict, and despite her protest of “I have objections”, two people from the discipline hall picked her up like a chicken, and threw her into the confinement room without any explanation. The confinement room was small, with daylight filtering into the ground through a small window. There were no lamps, tables and chairs, only paper and pens, which probably meant that she was required to kneel down to copy.

An Xu will be obedient and there will be a ghost.

There are iron bolts on the door and iron bars on the windows, and the specifications are no different from a single prison. She walked around the cubicle, and when she was sure she couldn’t get out, she put the pen and paper aside and sat down on the ground. The cold ground is not suitable for lying flat, but sitting like that for meditation is fine. As I said before, An Xu is a dead house who is very happy to stay alone. Although she doesn’t have a computer now, she has a brain with upgraded memory!

Since the success of meditation, she has been busy memorizing books and studying the memory library, and has not had time to meditate properly. No one disturbed the confinement room, and someone delivered meals at regular intervals, which was just right for her to stay in confinement. An Xu closed her eyes, maintained a meditation posture and fell into meditation. The universe surrounded her, and that feeling was like coming home.

The operation of meditation itself is difficult to describe in words, as if sinking into the sea of ​​spirit, looking for scattered corals in the sea, smoothing them out or joining them together. You are as flexible as a fish swimming in your own spiritual sea, but you still cannot resist the general trend of the waves, you can only go with the current. An Xu searched for the laws of the tides, allowing rising or receding waves to push her further away again and again. Once she found the trick, this effort was as simple as using gravity to swing herself higher and higher on a swing.

The so-called “inner and outer heaven and earth”, “breathing with nature”, this metaphysically vague description suddenly became possible.

An Xu can’t remember if she has ever done this in reality. She has been a martial arts master, a great wizard, a fairy, and a monster in various games… Every time I get a little bloody, I search for a lot of information, wanting to feel the reality. The extraordinary power has never been gained. No matter how whimsical she tried to enlighten the Tao, she couldn’t touch the phenomenon that could not be explained by science. Over time, she learned a lot of unorthodox knowledge and the dragon-slaying technique of empty theory, which instead gave her a deeper understanding: this world is scientific, and there is no unscientific thing.

But there is an exception in the dream world, only here, science will not limit her imagination. She thought she could do it, and she did. Fantasies are no longer fantasies, she feels the hidden treasures in the spirit, which can be eight meridians, three chakras and seven meridians, sense of qi, internal force, magic power, magic power, and so on.

When she was occasionally thrown to the furthest distance by the tide of the sea of ​​spirits, An Xu could feel the boundary of being bound. She felt wrong, how could her imagination have boundaries?

An Xu rushed to the invisible boundary again and again, with a faint premonition that what she grasped… no, it should be said that what she could perceive was just a drop in the bucket. Her true power is like an underwater iceberg, huge and silent, waiting for her to dig it out herself.

Every cycle can make the golden thread in the soul become a little brighter. It is not obvious at first, but it grows day by day under the water mill. Unexpectedly, An Xu is a very patient person. She can only brush one copy a day for a month for a month, and can mine for years in the wasteland with a boring background. Cool. As for the boring pre-preparation, doing good things that you can see yourself getting stronger as long as you work hard (even if there is only a slight progress bar) is simply enjoyment. How can you encounter it in reality!

She found that the golden thread was connecting into a web from the lingering spider silk. They are small but tough, unable to penetrate the invisible barrier, and continue to expand and expand inside, like an ant nest under construction. The more he meditated, the less jerky An Xu felt in his thinking and actions, as if a puppet had wiped off the rust on its joints.

A few weeks later, An Xu stood up and began to exercise routinely. Suddenly, he found that his body was completely obeying the command of his will, like an arm. From the earliest time when he opened his eyes in Sullivan Manor, Anxu’s actions were like walking in water, his sense of touch was numb, and his movements were erratic and clumsy. But now, An Xu moves his fingers, feeling that his body is just like his real body, which is a little scary. She pinched her face, but fortunately, it still didn’t hurt.

An Xu eats like this (someone delivers the food, and there is no need to wash the dishes), sleeps, meditates, jumps and exercises when he has nothing to do, and hums songs in the cubicle, not to mention how nourishing his life is.

After an unknown period of time, maybe a few months, the Discipline Hall finally remembered a criminal who was eating and drinking in the confinement room. Confinement in a confessional with no communication and nothing for months can make an ascetic with insufficient morals feel as restless, let alone a thirteen-year-old child. According to common sense, the students imprisoned should cry and repent, even if they copy the Bible to pass the time, they should have finished copying the Bible. Who would have thought that this strange flower would not move a single word, and would still look like it was going to take root in it?

Sister Mary was so angry that she ordered Anxu to be taken out and thrown into the “ascetic courtyard”.

The ascetic monks’ courtyard is not a place where the ascetic monks who are named here gather. Most of the ascetic monks will choose the snow-capped mountains near the college to practice or do hard work for the college. The person of God’s Chain of Retaliation. The Ascetic Courtyard, also known as the “Temperance Courtyard”, is a dilapidated and roofless courtyard, in which there are a few skinny ascetic monks who practice “temperance”, that is, the virtue opposite to “gluttony” of the seven deadly sins people.

That is to say, this closed yard only delivers one meal a day, and one meal is only a ball of manna the size of a ping-pong ball.

Not afraid of beatings and scolding, not afraid of confinement, the notorious Miss Devil in the academy was choked to death.

The clouds in the sky are one after another, floating around like cotton candy. An Xu looked up, drooling.

It was a walled house with an open yard on top, and several sheds to keep warm at night. At first glance, the environment is acceptable, quite a bit of farmhouse fun. In addition to Anxu, there are six or seven ascetic monks who live here. This courtyard is not for those who have made mistakes.

However, An Xu deeply, deeply missed the confinement room without even a bed, how kind and lovely that little black room was! The small black room is completely her territory, there are no skinny ascetic monks playing performance art, and more importantly, press! Time! deliver! meal!

“Very hungry…”

An Xu wailed like a zombie, lying flat on the ground in large characters, salivating at the birds flying over the roof of the small courtyard. She is actually not out of the ordinary among this group of people. The people in the small courtyard look like walking corpses. The difference is that they are looking for hunger by themselves, but An Xu is forced to starve. Seeing other people’s arms glow green . It was only the third day, and she had already started a difficult ideological struggle. Do you want to simply wake up, get up and open the refrigerator to eat fried noodles? As soon as the word fried noodles appeared in her mind, her saliva flowed down.

An Xu didn’t grab the food from other ascetic monks, and they didn’t mess with An Xu. An Xu has her own system of principles, she does not provoke good people who have not offended her, no matter how small it is, regardless of loss or gain, no matter whether someone will pursue it, even in games and dreams. The central idea of ​​”just be happy with yourself” is still behind this principle. Her genuine nature of not taking advantage of others is always called a fool behind her back, and she was once considered easy to bully.

Of course, those who think so will know they are wrong. [Have never harmed her] and [A good man without time], two conditions are indispensable.

So An Xu decided to eat grass instead of looking at the food that the ascetic monks chewed with disgust (they thought eating was a crime, a sin they had to eat in order to maintain their lives and continue to atone for their sins).

The yard was dilapidated and desolate, and many weeds grew on the ground that had not been trimmed. The weeds in these cold places are much more unpalatable than the vegetables cultivated by Nancy, even the livestock have good teeth to eat. An Xu chewed a few mouthfuls with difficulty, and suddenly realized something was wrong. The taste is so tough, why does it look like his own bed sheets? What if you wake up and find your bed sheets have been eaten? She could think of social news headlines—”Girl living alone eats sheets late at night and admitted to hospital, is it a personal eccentricity or a social ill?” “—Wipe, let me wake up hungry.

She held the corpse on the ground for a while, then sat up abruptly, still feeling unwilling. It’s rare to have an interesting and long dream, and the meditation is on the right track, but you wake up hungry? The alarm clock hasn’t rung yet! She felt that she needed to find something to eat, and use her subjective will to hypnotize herself, so that her body felt that she had eaten it. She groped against the base of the wall to see if there were any mushrooms or moss that could be swallowed. After groping, she suddenly lost her hands.

In the corner covered by weeds, there is a hole.

It may have been in disrepair, or it may have been dug out by some animal. The hole at the base of the wall is big enough for a big dog and a petite girl to get out. An Xu swallowed a cheer, and crawled out without hesitation.