Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 362 - 240

Dong——

Dong——

The deep and resonant sound of the bell pierced through the mist, drifting over slowly and startling a few resting birds.

The sound of flapping wings and bird calls intertwined, and after a moment, tranquility returned.

The monks had finished their morning lessons, and the solitary cultivation in the mountain forest also came to a temporary halt.

Fang Cheng gently raised his arms, stretching his body, and the bones that had been sitting for a long time emitted a few soft "crack" sounds.

Then he stood up, slightly raised his head, and looked towards the faintly visible upswept eaves not far away.

In the morning light and thin mist, the golden rooftops and red walls were arranged with a sense of mystery and ancient simplicity.

At this time, within the temple, there were a few Lamas dressed in monk robes, either walking or tidying up and offering incense.

This was one of the few Esoteric Buddhism temples in the East Capital, said to date back to two thousand years ago during the Yu Dynasty.

The passage of time left deep marks on its mottled outer walls, yet also endowed it with a unique sense of weightiness and solemnity.

It seemed to carry countless beliefs and traditions, offering spiritual solace and transcendental guidance to the pilgrims who came to worship.

Fang Cheng gazed deeply in the direction of the temple.

Even though he stood outside the Buddhist forest, he could still feel the thousand-year heritage it contained.

This heritage even subtly influenced the surrounding natural environment and the mindset of visitors approaching this place.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his eyelids slightly closing as he re-entered the Memory Palace.

His consciousness seemed like a nimble tentacle, opening the bedroom door and extending far away.

In that vast and boundless dark void, faintly glittering golden light flickered.

The silhouette of a temple appeared like a mirage.

Its upswept eaves were faintly visible in the twilight, striving to escape a fate of being engulfed by the abyss, revealing a scene of past splendor.

Various dharma wheels, precious canopies, and parasols gently swayed in the dark fog, emitting faint jingling sounds.

Like a Buddhist sound lingering, composing an ethereal symphony and constructing a world of the mysterious Buddha Country.

Compared to the Lingquan Temple in reality, this temple in consciousness seemed exponentially vaster, like a silent and isolated island.

The temple gates were tightly shut, separating the inner and outer worlds, yet its sense of solemnity and dignity was unmistakable.

In the illusory light and shadow, two stone lions at the entrance sat majestically, as if recounting the centuries of morning bell ringings, and the rise and fall of incense offerings.

Gazing at this "Buddha Country Pure Land" existing in the world of consciousness, elusive yet within sight, Fang Cheng felt a stir in his heart, touched.

After completing his routine physical training today, he did not continue with Air Attack boxing practice, but instead ran to the vicinity of Lingquan Temple.

He prepared to implement his idea, that is, how to absorb more foreign consciousness.

Prior to this, Fang Cheng had practiced the Spiritual Technique bestowed by a mysterious person, successfully refining random thoughts and extracting their essence, using it to enhance his own Spirit Attribute.

Therefore, he began to trace back the roots and ponder where exactly these "random thought demons" came from.

When he first practiced meditation, Fang Cheng was beset by various illusions and auditory hallucinations, having to deliberately suppress his sensory perceptions.

However, at that time, this condition mainly occurred outside the state of meditation.

As long as he smoothly entered deep meditation, he could block and isolate all external disturbances.

Later, during the underwater abyss training on Yong’an Island, he broke through his physical limits, also successfully advancing to Expert Level Meditation, and subsequently ignited the Spiritual Fire.

It seemed to be from that moment that the "random thought demons" changed form, as if they found a new way to affect the mind.

In everyday life, they lay dormant and unnoticeable.

Once entering meditation, they silently awakened, continuously lingering around his ears, whispering, or producing some slight illusions, interfering with his cultivation progress.

From the perspective of the Spirit Space, they seemingly transformed into threads of electromagnetic signals, hovering around the Memory Palace.

Like being attracted to Fang Cheng, who became a solitary beacon in the darkness, they attempted to infiltrate deep into his consciousness, into the bright space that shelters life’s awareness.

And as Fang Cheng stayed within the Memory Palace, observing the expanded room scenery, he faintly sensed a peculiar perception.

The surrounding walls, as if covered by a black curtain, acted like a barrier, isolating external interferences and void erosion, yet they were not completely impenetrable.

Occasionally, there would still be some "noise" transmitting through.

It even sounded clearer than before, allowing him to identify specific content within it.

It was as if someone was softly praying to him, the voice weak yet persistent, carrying a kind of indescribable devotion and yearning.

After realizing this, Fang Cheng had an epiphany, pondering secretly.

Where would such prayer-like consciousness be most abundant?

The answer was naturally in those religious sites, such as temples, Taoist temples, churches, and the like.

People, with all sorts of desires, either for peace and prosperity or for a fulfilling marriage, conveyed their inner requests through prayer to the gods and Buddhas they believed in.

In such places, there would inevitably be a lot of similar spiritual fluctuations.

It very well might be the source of the "random thought demons" he was seeking.

With this in mind, Fang Cheng ran to the Lingquan Temple after his morning exercise today, which was not far from the hotel.

This temple is a relatively rare ancient Esoteric Buddhist temple, always famous and prosperous, with a strong religious atmosphere.

Every day, a continuous stream of believers and tourists came to worship and offer incense, making the religious atmosphere extremely dense.

However, after all, the temple is a Buddhist sanctuary, with numerous strict rules, and outsiders cannot act freely inside, attracting attention.