Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 363 - 240_2

After much deliberation, Fang Cheng finally chose a grove located on the back mountain of the temple.

The environment here is tranquil, with only the sound of birdsong and no outside disturbance, making it more suitable for meditation.

Listening to the chanting of monks from the monastery, Fang Cheng joined them for the morning session, sitting in meditation and cultivating with concentrated devotion.

Indeed, when his self-awareness immersed into the Memory Palace,

Fang Cheng clearly sensed many faint radio signals reappearing in the darkness.

They seemed like a horde of spirits summoned by a mysterious force, surging towards the direction of the temple suspended in the void.

Fang Cheng then mobilized his Spiritual Energy, radiating light from his whole body, trying to attract those consciousnesses.

However, reality was like a splash of cold water.

No matter how much he exhausted his skills, those consciousnesses were firmly blocked by an invisible and unbreakable barrier.

No matter how vigorously the flames burned on his body, how intensely the light shone, the spiritual fluctuations he emitted could not reach the consciousnesses attracted by the temple.

After several attempts, Fang Cheng was not discouraged but gradually grasped the crucial key.

Since these consciousnesses originate from people’s prayers and wishes in religious venues, they must revolve around a core, meaning there must exist an object of faith.

This object is like a celestial body in the cosmic void, or like a giant magnet, emitting special frequency gravitational waves that gather and attract various beliefs of the believers.

Obviously, the consciousnesses attracted by the temple do not belong to him; they have predetermined affiliations and spiritual marks.

Perhaps from a theological perspective, this spiritual energy contained within faith-based consciousness can be aptly termed "Wish Power."

So, if one truly wants to obtain Wish Power, one must establish their own group of believers, allowing them to continuously gather their Spiritual Power upon oneself.

On careful thought, this approach is very similar to the meditation goal that Lin Chuqiao once mentioned.

Back then, to meditate, Fang Cheng needed to find a target suitable for anchoring himself in the boundless world of consciousness.

Now, however, what Fang Cheng needs to do is change roles, so others consider him a worthy anchor point in the world of consciousness.

In other words, it is to become a beacon of spiritual faith for others, illuminating their path of confusion, guiding them to channel the power of their beliefs towards him.

This is undoubtedly a new path full of challenges and unknowns.

At the same time, it opens a mysterious door to a higher level of life existence.

Fang Cheng looked up.

In Lingquan Temple, the curling incense smoke seemed like a link between the mundane world and the Immortal Realm.

Today’s spiritual cultivation did not go as expected in absorbing more foreign consciousnesses for his own use.

But during the practice, Fang Cheng glimpsed an unprecedented world scenery, comprehending hidden extraordinary mysteries.

Moreover, this quiet place surrounded by mountains and forests seems to be pervaded by an indescribable sense of harmony due to the long-term nourishing influence of Lingquan Temple’s incense aura.

Utilizing this unique atmosphere, Fang Cheng’s progress in practicing meditation has improved significantly.

Even, he has formed a clearer connection with a few "believers" from whom he has absorbed Wish Power.

The threads that were once faint and elusive have become a clearly perceptible bond after this cultivation session.

With continued deepening of practice, it is believed that this "bond" will become increasingly tight and stable, making the transmission of information smoother and unimpeded.

By then, Fang Cheng might be able to trace the bond to find them in reality and confirm their identities.

Coo coo.

A crisp bird call broke the silence of the mountains and forests, like a morning bell, awakening Fang Cheng from his thoughts.

He retracted his gaze, raised his wrist, and glanced at the sports watch he was wearing.

The screen clearly displayed: February 23rd, 8:05.

At this moment, the surrounding environment had quietly changed.

The mist shrouded like a veil had gradually dispersed.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting broad patches over the mountains and temple, illuminating the entire world as if instantly.

Time was not early; he had to return to the hotel immediately, or he would miss the best dining time.

Fang Cheng patted the dust off his buttocks and jumped down from the stone where he had been sitting.

Then, while doing chest expansions and leg kicks to relax, he walked along the winding mountain path towards the outside of the grove.

The journey was exceptionally quiet, encountering hardly anyone, making him feel particularly at ease.

Although this place also belongs to the Yulong Lake Scenic Area, its location is rather secluded.

On normal days, apart from those devout believers coming for worship, rarely would tourists choose to sightsee here.

This was Fang Cheng’s second visit to this place.

Since the start of the Chinese New Year holiday, for the past two weeks, it can be said that he spent most of his time in Wanghu Town.

One reason was to help oversee the renovation of his grandfather’s retirement house.

But mainly, this place was very suitable for exercising.

The mountains and forests are abundant, the environment is peaceful, and the air quality is exceptionally good.

It is as if filtered, especially pure and free from any unpleasant odor.

Taking a deep breath, the freshness directly penetrated his lungs, as if it could cleanse every cell in his body.

One could say, hardly any less than the feelings he had back on Yong’an Island.

After all, his uncle had booked a room at Yuehu Hotel for two months.

So, as long as there were no urgent matters at the club and Old Factory Street, Fang Cheng would head this way.