However, even if Zhang Zhiwei has reached the state of pure renunciation, no one can tell what he will encounter in the interior scene.
After all, the inner scene is only somewhat similar to the third stage of meditation practice, but not exactly the same. What everyone encounters in it is still related to their personal circumstances.
Just like those old men in Wudang later, each of them had a good level of quiet skills, but after practicing Fenghou Qimen, he was stuck in the inner scene, and he was trapped for decades, and he didn't have any tricks at all.
However, Zhang Zhiwei has clearly understood his own structure and is confident in it. No matter what he encounters, he should not get lost in it.
"It's better to choose the day than to hit it. In that case, let's meditate here, enter the interior, and catch the inner demon!"
As soon as he thought this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately started practicing according to the sorcerer's method of entering concentration.
"The practice of a sorcerer focuses on the Four Zens and Eight Concentrations, concentration on the infinite space, and abandons the desires brought about by the ears, nose, tongue, body, and five senses."
"Consciousness is boundless, sedated, cut off the desires of the five senses, and experience the real world with senses that ordinary people cannot use."
"Concentration without a place of existence, no longer using the brain but using the soul to control the body..."
"It sounds mysterious, but it's actually very simple. Being in concentration is like a turbulent surface. The more you try to smooth it, the more turbulent you make it."
"And when you collect your awareness, just watch it quietly, and let it wave around without responding to it, it will eventually calm down."
"Facing the numerous delusions with inaction is the highest state of static practice."
The pure state of renunciation and thought is a state of perfection that many people pursue throughout their lives, but in Zhang Zhiwei’s view, it can be easily achieved without doing anything.
There were no surprises when he entered samadhi through meditation. The world in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes changed rapidly. The colorful world in his eyes quickly faded. Everything turned black and white in an instant. He seemed to have entered another world, a world that was upside down in all directions. .
"Is this the interior scene? According to Zhuge Qing, the interior scene is actually the spiritual world itself. This is indeed the spiritual world, but it is more than just the spiritual world. This feeling..."
Zhang Zhiwei looked around. The interior world gave him a very false feeling, but the falseness also revealed a bit of reality. This world was like using too much force when writing or painting, and the ink penetrated the paper. Another upside-down calligraphy and painting is formed on the back, and the real front can be seen from the traces on the back.
"This feeling is like..."
An idea flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's mind, and he was about to grab this ray of light and spread it out.
Suddenly, a figure covered in blood appeared, looking at Zhang Zhiwei face to face. Half of its face seemed to have been hit with a blunt instrument. It was bloody and terrifying, and it was smiling oozingly at the moment.
Interrupted by a flash of inspiration, Zhang Zhiwei frowned and looked displeased at the ferocious bloody face in front of him, with a flash of anger in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he slapped her in the face. His face twisted ninety degrees and hung on his neck at a weird angle. The cruelty was indescribable.
Zhang Zhiwei looked down at this almost distorted figure, his eyes especially lingering on the unrecognizable face for a moment.
If before, this face was just half of the face that had been hit with a blunt instrument and was bloody and bloody, now, it can be said that it is beyond recognition, and the marks on the face that were hit by a blunt instrument are particularly symmetrical.
"It looks familiar. I punched half of this thing's face before!"
While Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, more figures appeared from the void. Most of these figures were hideous and terrifying, with mutilated bodies. They swarmed towards Zhang Zhiwei like zombies emerging from their cages.
Looking at the faces of these corpses, Zhang Zhiwei was stunned for a moment.
There are some faces here that he is quite familiar with, the ones he went down to kill this time. Some faces Zhang Zhiwei vaguely remembers from those he killed before, while others have no memory at all.
"Repeat your old tricks? You stinky monkey, just make some fancy things and play a horror movie with me. I don't think you can figure out who is the scary one?!"
Zhang Zhiwei sneered. He naturally knew that this was an illusion in the interior scene.
The interior is my spiritual space. In this space, as long as I don't touch some taboo things, I am an absolute god. All my obsessions can be amplified and satisfied.
The inner demon can control things in the interior, and Zhang Zhiwei, as the real person, can naturally do the same.
He can even wave his hand to shoot out a huge thunder that connects the sky and the earth, instantly blasting these demons and monsters into powder.
But Zhang Zhiwei didn't do it. It was meaningless and he would be led by his inner demons.
Zhang Zhiwei has always been very understanding of his own situation, and he also knows very well why his inner demons come out. It is the desire for power.
And where is the best place to fulfill this?
Undoubtedly an interior scene.
Here, he is God, but a false God.
Once he can't help it, or is out of curiosity, and uses the almost cheating power in the interior scene, he may become addicted to it and expand the gap in his heart.
Of course, Zhang Zhiwei is still very confident in his own determination, and he firmly believes that he will not become addicted.
But being confident doesn't mean he will try.
Therefore, facing the overwhelming corpses, Zhang Zhiwei treated them with a normal heart, slapped them one by one, and killed them again just like he had killed them before.
It is worth mentioning that when Zhang Zhiwei killed them, each of these corpses showed extremely terrifying strength. With every move, they could destroy the sky and the earth at every turn. The scenery was stunning and the power was shocking. This is what the inner demon bestowed through the interior world Their power.
But Zhang Zhiwei remained unmoved. No matter whether you moved mountains or seas, reached for the stars or the moon, destroyed cities or rivers, he could only give you one slap.
The palm rises, the palm falls, and between the ups and downs, everything falls into nothingness. This is the collision between truth and falsehood.
For ordinary warlocks, after entering the interior, they are in a state of separation of spirit and body. The body is in place and the spirit is active in the interior. There is a thin line of connection between the body and the spirit.
With the help of this line of connection, you can withdraw your spirit from the inner scene at any time. Once this line of connection is broken, you may become addicted to the inner scene and never get out.
But Zhang Zhiwei is different from them. Even if he goes deep into the inner scene, his soul and body are still in a state of unity, and the spirit, energy and spirit are perfectly integrated.
Breaking into the interior in this state is actually similar to stepping into the interior with the real body. It is a kind of crushing of high latitudes against low latitudes. Those fancy and illusory things created by the inner demons will naturally not be able to shake Zhang Zhiwei's real slap. .
"The small world of the human body is my home. You are a coward. When we get to the interior scene, your home, you still look like a coward. I think you still don't understand the situation. I can master the true fire of Samadhi at any time. There is no point in escaping. Come out, come out in an upright manner!"
Zhang Zhiwei went into the interior to temper himself, to have a nearly real test. He did not intend to compete with his inner demons in the interior to use his imagination and imagination.
But what responded to Zhang Zhiwei was the swarming black mist, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the blood puddles connecting the sky and the earth, the eerie bloody lightning... It was a hellish scene.
The mental ape is still dormant, spying in the dark, waiting for opportunities to move.
Although Zhang Zhiwei couldn't see him, he could feel the malice like a ray of light on his back.
"I think you still have a hard time changing your true nature, so I will come and catch you myself!"
Zhang Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the hellish scene.
