For the entire afternoon, Cheng Hao did not go out again. He sat cross-legged on his bed, trying to figure out the cultivation method of the Amitabha Sutra word by word. In particular, he studied the Buddha statue at the very center of the sutra dozens of times.
This was a golden Buddha, sitting in the void. It seemed as if countless suns, moons, and stars revolved around it, blessing this golden Buddha with their brilliance.
This golden Buddha's eyes were slightly closed as it sat cross-legged, its hands forming a seal. Its expression was serene, but unlike the majesty of the Buddha statues in other temples, it exuded a kind of amiable and familiar aura.
In fact, Cheng Hao even had a feeling that this Buddha was the origin of his thousands of lifetimes in his previous life.
"This is the Buddha of the past? Just by looking at the Buddha statue, I seem to have comprehended my previous life. It is indeed worthy of being the supreme cultivation method of the Great Zen Temple for thousands of years. "
After carefully studying and comprehending it, Cheng Hao had some understanding of this Amitabha Sutra. In his view, the text of this sutra was only a cultivation method and things to pay attention to, but the core essence was still this image of the Buddha of the past. If this image of the golden Buddha could not appear in his mind during cultivation, he would inevitably suffer from cultivation deviation and his soul would perish.
At midnight, when there was no one around and all was quiet, Cheng Hao stood in the middle of the courtyard of the Marquis's mansion, looking up at the sparse stars in the sky. After a few deep glances, he closed his eyes and recited the cultivation method of the sutra.
He had been studying this sutra for most of the day, but he really did not find anything wrong with it. As for the effect of cultivation, he still needed to personally cultivate it to be sure.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Cheng Hao imitated the Buddha statue in the center of the Amitabha Sutra. His hands were clasped in front of his stomach, his thumbs facing each other, forming the Amitabha seal.
After picturing the starry sky in his mind, Cheng Hao sat quietly, visualizing the starlight in the sky shooting down and pouring into his head, inch by inch, into his mind.
As Cheng Hao visualized it over and over again, as if he was hypnotizing himself, his soul finally reacted. He felt as if countless starlight had seeped into his soul. It was as if he was bathing in a cool breeze. All his pores and soul were breathing in the cool air. He felt as if he was floating in the air and felt incomparably comfortable.
This kind of comfortable feeling was intoxicating, giving people the feeling that they would never wake up. But the more it was like this, the more Cheng Hao did not dare to be careless. This kind of situation was recorded in the Amitabha Sutra. This was a sign of the spirit sinking into oblivion. When this sign appeared, one must immediately visualize the past Buddha statue in the center of the sutra.
With a thought, Cheng Hao visualized the Buddha of the Past. Suddenly, an amiable and peaceful golden Buddha statue appeared in the starry sky. As soon as the Buddha statue appeared, Cheng Hao suddenly felt his mind clear up. The intoxicated feeling from before disappeared in an instant.
After waking up, Cheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief. This Amitabha Sutra was really evil. Cultivating according to the visualization method in the sutra, his divine soul had almost sunk into an illusion. If there was no golden Buddha statue, it would have been difficult for him to get rid of it.
As he had guessed before, the cultivation of the Amitabha Sutra was not about how profound the magic formula was. The greatest effect was the portrait in the sutra. After comprehending the charm and visualizing the Buddha statue in one's mind, one could suppress all horror, eliminate joy, and even quickly repair the damaged divine soul.
"Although the process is a bit dangerous, the effect is surprisingly good!"
Feeling the degree of conciseness of his own divine soul, Cheng Hao found that just by visualizing for a while, his divine soul was more than twice as conciseness as before. If he persevered and practiced hard, Cheng Hao was even confident that he could cultivate to the level of a Ghost Immortal within a year.
With the first cultivation experience, Cheng Hao was more confident about the following cultivation. This kind of method that could quickly strengthen the divine soul was far better than using the divine soul to adapt to the external environment again and again.
After sitting quietly for a moment and calming his mind, Cheng Hao once again formed a seal to visualize the starlight in the starry sky entering his body, causing a reaction of the divine soul.
After visualizing for a while, the comfortable feeling appeared again. With the experience, Cheng Hao no longer sank. After holding on to the temptation, the illusion in his mind changed again. Yaksha, Asura, and evil spirits appeared one after another, surrounding him, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws to devour his flesh and blood.
In this regard, Cheng Hao snorted coldly in his heart. He was not moved by it. He was not afraid of the fierce images in his mind. After all, he was a person who had been a gang leader. His courage was far stronger than ordinary people.
This hell-like image lasted for a moment. After Cheng Hao tightly guarded his mind, the image changed again. It was as if he had fallen into a gentle land. Beautiful women were as numerous as clouds, and their beauty was faintly discernible. They were lingering and gentle, singing and dancing gently.
"Coquettish bitches are not my type!"
With a sneer in his heart, Cheng Hao was not moved. Although he also liked beautiful women, this kind of beauty was not tempting to him.
Suddenly, with the rise of disdain in his heart, the image changed abruptly. The beautiful women who were singing and dancing around him suddenly disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by two young and elegant girls in school uniforms.
One of them was elegant. She lowered her head slightly and did not dare to look at Cheng Hao. That kind of young and inexperienced charm made people's hearts itch.
The other girl's face was slightly red, but she was much bolder. She proudly raised her head and stared at Cheng Hao without blinking. It seemed that she had just confessed and was waiting for Cheng Hao's decision.
"Hey, hey, hey, Mengli, Lan Meng. This is a little amazing. This scripture can even evoke memories in the mind. If I didn't know that it was just an illusion, this temptation would be really hard to resist!"
After praising in his heart, Cheng Hao's mind was not moved. Although girls were good, how could they be compared to the Immortal Dao? Not to mention that they were just two illusions.
Next, the image changed again. Cheng Hao was lying in a sea of blood and corpses. His body was festering, and his eerie white bones were exposed. He died in an abnormally tragic manner.
"This image is really realistic. I can even faintly feel that there are maggots crawling on the corpse. Those who have never seen such a big scene might not be able to accept it!"
Looking at his own tragic death in the image, Cheng Hao commented with great interest in his heart. For an expert like him who had led his subordinates to kill people and had killed Japanese soldiers in the military camp, corpses were not something to be afraid of, even if the corpse looked like his.
Boom!
Suddenly, the image in his mind disappeared in an instant. Cheng Hao felt that the endless starlight in the starry sky seemed to have merged with his soul and turned into a Yang Spirit. In the void in the sky, there was an irresistible force that pulled his soul out of his body and floated to the sky.
This feeling of ascension was very real. Even though Cheng Hao knew from the Amitabha Sutra that there would be an illusion of ascension during the cultivation process, he still couldn't help but have a bold idea in his heart.
"Let's give it a try. What if it's true? If I succeed, I can directly ascend to the Immortal World! "
This idea spread like a flood, quickly attacking Cheng Hao's reason, urging him to ascend quickly and become an immortal as soon as possible.
At this critical juncture, suddenly, the Amitabha Buddha from his previous life appeared in the starry sky. As soon as the golden Buddha appeared, the soul that wanted to leave his body and ascend to the heavens calmed down, and the thought of ascending to the heavens disappeared in his mind.
"Sure enough, for a cultivator, ascension to immortality is the most difficult temptation to refuse!"
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