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Chapter 200: Chapter 168 Surgery, My Meditation Goal_2
As for his mother, he could find an excuse to explain the origin of this money, so that she could quit her job at the hospital and enjoy a peaceful life at home.
Having been persuaded by her son and seeing that the hospital indeed did not require too many people to stay on watch, Li Biyun eventually got up and went home as advised.
Night quickly fell, and the hospital interior became somewhat quieter than during the day.
Fang Cheng went to the family rest and waiting area near the intensive care unit.
The place was equipped with restrooms, water dispensers, air conditioning, and TVs. The facilities were very user-friendly.
Many relatives of patients in similar situations to Fang Cheng were staying here.
Some were watching the TV on the wall, some were eating steaming hot instant noodles.
Others were covered with blankets, sleeping in chairs, and occasionally snoring loudly, clearly exhausted.
As a rule, family members were not allowed to visit patients in the intensive care unit.
But in order not to miss the latest news and in case of any sudden developments, many families still chose to stay outside day and night.
With so many people living together, and some trash not cleaned up properly, the environment appeared somewhat dirty and messy.
Fang Cheng found a spot, and after sitting for a while, couldn’t help but frown.
Not for any other reason, but because the smell in the room was too strong.
With his sense of smell magnified dozens of times, it felt almost like a biochemical attack.
It even gave Fang Cheng a vague sense of needing to endure deliberately, as if in a practice to toughen his will.
So he simply sat cross-legged on the chair, and began to practice meditation.
The other relatives around him glanced at him a few times but soon paid no further attention. 𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
In this era, there are all sorts of odd folks around.
Right beside him, wasn’t there someone picking at their sweaty feet while eating Kang Shifu sour pickle instant noodles?
In such a richly flavored environment, Fang Cheng gradually closed off his senses, striving to reach a meditative state.
Then, on this basis, he proceeded to practice deep meditation, trying to find the feeling of entering Meditation again.
In the extremely quiet environment of the Abyss, one only needs to overcome the inner fear of nothingness to quickly reach the meditative level and even vaguely touch the edges of Meditation.
In the bustling, colorful city, it is much more difficult to find such an excellent cultivation environment.
And in the process of meditation, entering Meditation is many times more difficult than entering calmness.
For those without the Talent and unable to find the goal of meditation, it is an impassable chasm.
Because entering calmness only requires the mind to converge and maintain tranquility, focusing on the present experience.
Entering Meditation, however, requires one to transcend the present, to delve deep into the subconscious, and to communicate and connect with the inner self and the external universe.
After reaching this state, not only is the mind extremely calmed, but all bodily perceptions also reach a state of extremity; everything happening around becomes clear, giving a sensation surpassing instinct.
Fang Cheng, in the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, perceived the opposition between the Original Vowel and higher-dimensional consciousness, and ultimately truly grasped this feeling.
That is, visualizing in his mind this wisp of a flame-like image of the Spiritual Fire to anchor his self-consciousness.
In other words, using oneself as the object of meditation.
Fang Cheng didn’t know whether this could be considered entering Meditation.
At least according to the Meditation Method taught by the True Thought Society, it seemed quite fitting from an experiential perspective.
The only dissatisfaction for Fang Cheng was that it was still very difficult to increase the Meditation Experience.
About two or three hours of meditation practice could only increase 1 point of experience.
At this moment, Fang Cheng was in the special environment of the hospital.
His eyes half-closed, ears half-listening, he slowly adjusted his sentiments, gradually reaching unity and calmness.
Then.
As his mind became tranquil, a faint light began to glow dimly in the darkness.
At the same time, a hint of red light seeped out from Fang Cheng’s forehead.
A wondrous feeling, ineffable but intuitive, stole over him gently.
As if this speck of light illuminated his whole being, radiating infinite brightness.
He... seemed to have transformed into a solitary flame burning on kindling.
In this extraordinary sensation, he naturally passed a certain boundary and entered into the boundless abyss of the subconscious sea.
When consciousness entered a deep Meditation State.
His physical senses also peaked at the same time.
For the first time in reality, not just in meditation, Fang Cheng vividly experienced every pore breathing.
Breathe...
Inhale...
Breathe...
Inhale...
Like a gentle breeze swirling, a surge of cloud energy, his whole being light as a feather, as if he was about to take to the wind and clouds and return home.
Each breath was naturally achieved, reaching a state of perfect balance.
If one were to look at him from someone else’s perspective at that moment, they would not have been able to detect Fang Cheng’s existence.
He seemed to have become a chair in the room, a teacup, a roll of toilet paper, completely blending in with his surroundings, leaving no trace.
Fang Cheng’s consciousness gradually began to expand throughout the surrounding space.
Finally, an astonishing 360-degree panoramic view was laid out before him, with everything around vividly reflected in his mind’s eye, without the need to physically observe.
Inside and outside the room, a multitude of noisy and fragmented sounds rushed in.
The sound of the television broadcasting the news.
The breathing, heartbeat, and coughing of the people nearby.
The pattering sound of the warm air from the ceiling air-conditioning vents moving the grilles.
The faint footsteps of someone passing by in the hallway.
High or low, hurried or slow, his ears handled them all with ease, without disturbing the tranquility of his mind in the slightest.
Even the foot odor, sweat odor, and instant noodle smell that filled his nostrils, even if they were tens of times more intense, could not affect the normal judgment of smell, allowing one to accept them with equanimity.
"This is what it’s like to be in Meditation, utterly lucid, utterly at ease..."
A sigh of emotion inevitably rose in Fang Cheng’s heart.
From shutting down the five senses, transcending the five senses, then returning to the five senses and accepting them, everything seemed to be falling into place naturally.
While entering into Meditation, Fang Cheng never dared to indulge in fantasy, as even a slight stir of the mind would bring him out of the Meditation State.
But after entering Meditation, he could freely utilize his thoughts, imagining anything and anyone.
Because his mind was completely still!
Just as Fang Cheng was carefully experiencing the feeling of being in Meditation,
Suddenly, a strange sound drifted into his ears.
The "Sexual Light" in his mind started to flicker violently, the weak halo seeming to strive to dispel the vast surrounding darkness.
Fang Cheng’s heart trembled, almost bringing him directly out of the Meditation state.
Unlike the murmurs and prayers he heard on Yong’an Island,
This time, the sound he heard was even more bizarre and eerie.
It could even be said to send shivers down Fang Cheng’s spine.
It was as if countless people were in Hell, suffering from torture, wailing non-stop.
This kind of impact on the spiritual level was far more significant than a tenfold or even a hundredfold amplification of smell or hearing.
Fang Cheng gritted his teeth and listened closely, trying to distinguish the sounds.
All of a sudden, he saw a simple and mysterious ancient bronze door vaguely emerge within the darkness.
The green light seeping from the door illuminated the surrounding void in a shade of green.
Accompanied by the grating sound of "creak creak," it seemed as if the nails used to seal the door were being pushed out one by one, slowly.
Then a deep and sinister mooing sound suddenly erupted.
The door began to slowly open.
Billows of black mist took the opportunity to spurt out, carrying a heavy stench of decay.
From within the door came intermittent and extremely mournful wails, as if countless people were enduring severe torture.
It seemed... that what lay behind that door was a place even more painful, even more profound than Hell.
Upon seeing this, beads of sweat began to ooze from Fang Cheng’s face.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looking forward, then glanced around.
Apart from a message popping up on the panel:
[Meditation Experience +3]
There was no other abnormal movement.
Fang Cheng looked up at the clock hanging on the wall—the time was just past midnight.
At this moment, most people felt sleepy and were nodding off.
Some were lying on chairs, others were sound asleep on the floor, having prepared their own bedding.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng got up and went to the restroom to wash his face.
Then he walked out of the resting area and came to the front of the intensive care unit, observing his grandfather’s condition through the window.
The readings on the monitoring equipment were within the normal range, and there was a night shift nurse on duty.
There seemed to be no need for him to watch over it all the time.
After watching for a while, Fang Cheng went to the adjacent balcony.
The corridor was silent, most of the lights had been turned off, appearing rather deep and secluded.
Fang Cheng leaned alone by the window, gazing at the early morning night view, his eyes slightly narrowed.
He couldn’t help but recall the eerie sounds and images he had sensed during his Meditation.
His gaze wandered, and he suddenly noticed the building opposite, bearing the sign of the Rehabilitation Center, with lights that seemed particularly bright in the wee hours.
The surroundings were also set up with numerous barriers, with armed soldiers on guard.
On his previous visits to Ren’an Hospital, Fang Cheng had also noticed that the hospital’s security forces had been augmented.
But he had never witnessed such an unusual sight at night.
"Strange, isn’t it?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind.
