Chapter 32

All afternoon, Chenghao did not go out again, sat on his knees on the bed, and he understood the cultivation method of the Sutra word by word, especially the Buddha statue at the central position of the Scripture, which was more than ten times examined by him.

This is a golden Buddha, sitting in the void, as if countless sun, moon and stars around, and holding the glory on the Golden Buddha.

The Golden Buddha, with its eyes closed, knee crossed and printed with both hands, was quiet, but unlike the majesty of the Buddha statue in other temples, it revealed a kind and familiar breath.

Even Chenghao has a feeling that this Buddha is the predecessor of his own Millennium origin.

"Is this the Buddha of the past? Just looking at the Buddha statue, it seems that I have realized my previous life, which is worthy of the supreme Dharma of the great Zen temple for thousands of years to cultivate the spirit. "

After a careful understanding, Chenghao has some experience in this sutra. In his view, the text in this Scripture is only the method of cultivation and precautions. But the core essence is the image of the past Buddha. If the image of the Golden Buddha cannot appear in the brain sea, he will be able to fall into the devil spirit.

At midnight, nobody was around. When all sounds were quiet, Chenghao stood in the middle of the courtyard of the inner courtyard of Hou mansion, looked up at the sparse star fight in the sky, looked deeply at it, then closed his eyes and recited the practice method in the Scriptures.

He has been speculating about this Scripture for a long time, and there is no improper thing. As for the effect of cultivation, he needs to practice it in person to determine.

Sitting on the ground, Cheng Hao learns the Buddha in the middle of the Sutra of the Mitha, holding his hands in front of his abdomen, and holding his thumb opposite, and holding the Mitha seal together.

After he thinks of the sky in his mind, Chenghao sits quietly, and sees the stars shining down in the sky, and then he enters the head inch by inch.

With the repeated meditation, like self hypnosis, Chenghao's spirit finally reacted, feeling that countless stars penetrated into the spirit, as if bathing in the breeze, breathing the air in the soul of the whole body pores, and the whole person was flying in the air, and was very comfortable.

This feeling of comfort is intoxicating and makes people feel that they will never wake up. But the more so, Chenghao is afraid to be careless. This situation is recorded in the Sutra, which is a sign of the decline of the spirit. When this symptom appears, we must think about the Buddha statue in the middle of the Scripture in time.

When Cheng Hao was thinking of the past Buddha, he felt a warm and peaceful Golden Buddha in the sky. As soon as the Buddha appeared, Chenghao felt his mind suddenly awake. The feeling that he was drunk and could not extricate himself disappeared in a moment.

When he woke up, Chenghao was relieved. The sutra was indeed a cult. He practiced according to the ideas in the Scripture. The spirit almost fell into the illusion. If there was no golden past Buddha, he would hardly get rid of it.

As he had previously guessed, the practice of the Sutra is not how profound the Dharma is. The most effective effect is the portrait in the Sutra. After understanding the charm, it can suppress all terror, eliminate joy, and even repair the damaged spirits quickly.

"Although the process is a bit dangerous, the effect is amazing!"

After experiencing the degree of his own spiritual concentration, Chenghao found that he only thought about such a moment of Kung Fu. His spirit has been practiced more than twice as much as before. If he has been practicing unremittingly, Chenghao is even confident to cultivate the level of ghost immortals in a year.

With the first practice experience, Chenghao is more confident in the next cultivation. This method of rapidly expanding the spirit is much better than the spirit getting out of the body to adapt to the bad environment.

After sitting still for a moment, Cheng Hao again prints and contemplates the star light in the sky, causing the reaction of the spirit.

For a moment, the feeling of being comfortable all over again appears. Chenghao, who has experience, no longer degenerates. After holding on to the temptation, the illusion in his mind changes again. There are night forks, shuro and evil spirits appearing successively, surrounded by him, and the desire to open his teeth and dance claws will devour his flesh and blood.

Chenghao snorted in his heart, and was not moved by it. He was not afraid of the scene of evil spirits in his mind. After all, he was a gang leader. He was much more brave than ordinary people.

This is like the picture of hell for a while. After Chenghao keeps his heart, the picture changes again. She falls in a gentle village. Beautiful women are like clouds, and the beauty is hidden, lingering and gentle, and dancing softly.

"The gorgeous bitch, not the type we like!"

The heart sneered, Chenghao did not move, although he also likes beautiful women, but this kind of beauty, to him, there is no temptation.

Suddenly, with the disdain in his heart rising, the picture suddenly changed. The beautiful women who were originally dazzled by him disappeared suddenly. Instead, two elegant girls in school uniforms looked like some green.

A character is elegant, slightly low head, some dare not to look at Cheng Hao, that kind of green and astringent feelings, tickling people's heart itch.

The other face is slightly red, but he should be bold and proud to carry his head, and stare at Cheng Hao without blinking. He seems to have just finished his confession and is waiting for Cheng Hao's decision."Yelling, dream glass, blue dream, this is a bit fierce, this text can even hook out the memory in the mind, if you do not know that is just a fantasy, this temptation is really not good to refuse!"

In the heart of praise, Chenghao heart God but not moved, although sister is good, but can compare with fairyland? Let alone two illusions.

Next, the picture changes again. Cheng Hao lies in the sea of corpses and blood. The whole body is festering, and the white bones of Mori are exposed, and the death is very tragic.

"This picture is still real, even can feel maggots crawling on the body, and people who have not seen the scene, it is possible to accept it!"

Looking at the tragic self in the picture, Chenghao also commented with interest. For his kind of master who led his younger brother to chop down people, the master who killed ghosts in the military camp, he could not talk about the body, even if the body seemed to be his own.

Boom!

Suddenly, the picture in his mind disappeared instantly. Chenghao felt that the endless stars in the sky seemed to have been integrated with his own spirits, and became the sun god. In the sky, the dark place sent irresistible efforts, pulling his spirits out of the body and floating towards the sky.

This feeling of flying up is very real. Even if Cheng Hao knows that there will be a flying illusion in the process of cultivation from the Mitha Sutra, a bold idea is still rising in his heart.

"Try, try, if it is true? If successful, you can directly prove that Yang God flies up the fairyland! "

This idea is like the flood spreading, which quickly impacts Cheng Hao's reason, urges him to fly up quickly and prove the Tao to be immortal as soon as possible.

At this critical moment, suddenly, there appeared in the starry sky the Buddha, which seems to be his own past life, just appeared, and the spirit of flying up from the body to heaven calmed down, and the thought of flying up in his mind disappeared.

"Indeed, for the cultivation of people, flying into immortals is the most difficult to refuse the temptation!"

Chenghao opens his eyes and wipes the cold sweat on his forehead. He has a palpitation color!

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