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Chapter 229 Spiritual Skills
Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the scene around him.

The early morning sunlight shines through the floral curtains, casting golden threads and illuminating every corner of the house.

The desk is next to the windowsill, and the texture of the wooden tabletop also exudes a warm luster.

There are also several law books that I have studied recently neatly stacked on it, and there is a faint smell of ink emanating from it.

In the entire bedroom, the outlines of all objects are clearly outlined, covered with a faint halo.

But, like the over-rendered game graphics.

Because it seems too clear, it seems a little unreal.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered, and then he raised his hand.

There was a "pop" sound and he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the scene in the house seemed to be under a spell.

The day faded quickly and the night came like a tide.

It seemed that the warm scene just now shrouded in sunshine was just a fleeting dream.

Fang Cheng sat quietly on the bed, his eyes flashing with an unusually bright light.

His sight was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate space, sweeping across every corner of the house, leaving out no place where shadows were hidden.

Suddenly, his eyes focused on a slightly abnormal area on the ceiling.

A few tiny lights like fireflies flickered in the darkness, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

This is a warning sign that the energy is running out.

This means that the information elements carried here are being lost, and the "materials" used to construct the memory palace are aging and being eroded.

Just like the colors on the murals gradually become dim and show signs of peeling, they urgently need fresh "spiritual paint" to supplement and repair them.

If left unchecked, it won't be long before the entire piece of wall becomes loose and falls off.

Fang Cheng's expression froze, and he immediately held his breath and mobilized his mental energy.

When he raised his hands, there was also some kind of hazy light that was invisible to the naked eye, lingering and flickering at his fingertips.

Then he waved his hand lightly, and the light left his hand, covering the abnormal area and blending into it.

With the nourishment of spiritual energy, the loose wall slowly recovered and became stable and firm.

Many tiny fragments also floated up, returned to their original positions, and quietly filled the gaps.

It was as if time had gone back and it had returned to its original intact state.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, a look of relief on his face.

This seemingly simple repair work actually reflects one's meticulous control over the memory palace.

Then, he shifted his focus and continued to patiently explore the problem areas one by one, carefully making repairs.

In night mode, many subtle conditions that are concealed by light and visually modified are more easily highlighted.

It also makes this job, which requires the consumption of mental energy, relatively easier.

After many practical verifications, Fang Cheng has deeply realized one point.

The larger the space of the memory palace, the more mental energy is required to build it, and maintaining its stable operation subsequently also requires a huge amount of energy.

Just like building a magnificent castle in the sky, from the initial blueprint design to the construction of every brick and tile, it all costs a huge amount of money.

After its completion, the daily inspection, repair and reinforcement is a long-lasting mental marathon that does not allow for any slackness.

As time goes by, due to the combined influence of various factors, building materials will inevitably be corroded, faded, worn, and twisted.

At first it may be just a small peel or a dim spot, but it will gradually spread.

Ultimately, it is very likely that the entire memory palace will fall apart, making all past efforts go to waste.

Because of this, Fang Cheng has always remained alert.

After each meditation practice, he would come in to take a look around, to see if there were any changes and to check for any omissions.

Just like renovating an old house, it requires continuous effort.

Fortunately, the memory palace that Fang Cheng currently possesses is relatively small in scale and is confined to a bedroom.

If it becomes as big as a library or a city, you can imagine how huge the workload will be.

This is also the main reason why Fang Cheng did not continue to expand the space and extend it.

It's just too much of a burden.

With his current mental reserves, it would be beyond his capabilities to expand rashly.

Moreover, Fang Cheng had no idea what other functions this special "memory palace" had, other than preserving memories permanently and serving as a safe haven for the soul.

Therefore, there is no need to follow blindly and strive for perfection.

of course.

If you just build an illusory "memory palace" in your shallow consciousness, there is no need to spend so much energy.

That simplified version of spiritual space is like a disposable paper lantern, which can be discarded after a short period of lighting.

Like in a garbage disposal plant rescue operation.

With the help of speed reading skills, I can instantly copy the workshop environment conditions into my mind, thus gaining the ability to control the entire picture like a God's perspective.

This capability is not about timeliness, but about precise positioning on the spot and being able to respond to emergencies.

But since we chose to stay in this desolate area, we must build a solid and lasting spiritual fortress.

That would require expending several times more mental energy than when using one's abilities normally.

While taking a break, Fang Cheng couldn't help but daydream.

If we really venture into the vastness, into the depths of our subconscious mind like the abyss of the universe, we can construct a larger and more complex memory palace.

I'm afraid one would have to possess endless power like the gods in the legend to control such a grand project.

After a while, Fang Cheng finally finished this round of inspection and maintenance work.

Under his meticulous care, the interior of the house has regained its former tranquility, and the loose "spiritual bricks and stones" and dim "memory images" have been restored one by one.

The long period of high concentration also made his head feel a little swollen and a little tired.

Fang Cheng raised his hand and rubbed his brows, then let out a breath.

During the Chinese New Year period, I relaxed and enjoyed the holiday. I haven't been here for more than ten days, and the accumulated workload is indeed a bit heavy.

After retracting his gaze, Fang Cheng turned to look at the prompt message that appeared in front of him.

[Meditation experience +15]

【Meditation lv1 (87/250)】

The reason why the experience value of the meditation skill has increased so significantly this time.

On the one hand, it is the result of daily practice, and on the other hand it is also due to the fact that he carefully checked for omissions and repaired the memory palace.

The room was silent as Fang Cheng looked at the panel.

Before I could rest for a moment, I suddenly heard a strange noise.

It felt like someone was whispering in my ear, or like a call coming from far away.

The sound was intermittent, sometimes few and sometimes extremely noisy.

It's like a radio receiving multiple signals, making it difficult to hear the specific content.

Along with these unusual sounds, there was also a vague figure flashing past my eyes.

The faces of those shadows were blurry, and only the rough outlines of human figures could be seen, with a faint glow emanating from their bodies.

Fang Cheng looked calm and was not surprised.

Since my meditation skills reached expert level, similar situations occasionally occur every time I practice.

But in recent times, it seems to appear a little more frequently.

Fang Cheng had already gotten used to it and regarded them as inner demons. Anyway, there was no need to pay attention to them. They would disappear automatically in no time.

In fact, if you stand outside the house and look at this small "memory palace" from a God's perspective.

A strange and magnificent scene will appear before your eyes.

In the deep, dark ocean, a wisp of orange-red flame flickered slightly.

It was like an oil lamp burning slowly, illuminating a circle of dim light.

Outside the aperture, endless black fog surged towards it like a tide, trying to completely extinguish the faint light.

At the same time, radio waves appeared and disappeared from time to time, like elves awakened by mysterious forces.

They wound their way through the darkness, leaving long trails wherever they passed, like shooting stars across the night sky.

The flame of the lamp was not to be outdone, the scattered light emitted circles of invisible waves, conveying some kind of signal.

The two intertwine and collide with each other, bursting out with a dreamy brilliance.

Make this dark void no longer seem cold and lonely.

Benefit, Benefit.

When the strange noise gradually dissipated, there was a knock on the door.

The sudden sound instantly broke the silence in the house.

Someone's visiting?

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, and doubts quickly flashed through his mind.

I never told anyone about building my memory palace, let alone sent an "invitation code".

So where do visitors come from?

After a brief thought, Fang Cheng immediately retracted the panel and turned his gaze to the "door" leading to the outside world.

As my mind moved, it seemed as if an invisible hand slowly turned the doorknob.

With a creaky sound, the door slowly opened, revealing a dark scene, like a crack leading to the abyss.

however.

After waiting for a few seconds, no figure appeared.

Only the sound of the wind was whimpering, creeping into the house in strands, adding a bit of eerie chill.

Just when Fang Cheng was feeling confused.

quack!
With a sharp and piercing cry, a crow as black as ink flapped its wings and flew into the house.

Its eyes were like two gemstones, flashing an eerie light in the darkness, revealing its extraordinary qualities.

It circled quickly in the house several times, its large wings fanning the air and creating a slight air current.

Then it landed on the desk, its claws making a slight "crunching" sound on the surface.

His black bean-like eyes stared at Fang Cheng, and a low "gurgling" sound came from his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

Fang Cheng looked at it without fear, and also used his eyes to announce to this "uninvited guest".

This is my home ground.

During the silent confrontation, the crow's feathers suddenly emitted a hazy and strange light.

Then his figure began to dissipate and turned into countless star-like points of light.

These spots of light danced up and down in the air, arranging and combining themselves like fireflies in summer, light and agile.

In a moment, it formed a piece of text that shimmered with light.

Fang Cheng carefully identified the words made up of light spots.

"To purify consciousness, one needs to find a quiet room, sit cross-legged with eyes closed, and draw external consciousness into one's own spiritual realm, to detect hidden impurities, and with a tenacious mind, gather them into a burning true fire, burn them up, and finally make them clear..."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly and he was quite surprised.

Is this a skill?

Immediately, his eyes fixed, and he continued to look downward, his gaze sweeping across:

"To absorb the essence of the outside world, you need to open your heart, feel the rhythm of heaven and earth, listen to the way of nature, and when the time is right, use your mind to capture the energy, slowly introduce it into your body, and use it for your own benefit. Don't be greedy for credit, or you will suffer a backlash..."

This is a method similar to stealing secrets from heaven when one is in a state of unity between man and nature.

"The road to self-development is like sailing against the current. Gather every insight and every gain, and keep them in mind. There will be a response..."

This seems to be about the importance of persistence and feedback.

"Using spirit as hammer, will as anvil, true fire forging, and repeated tempering, the self-consciousness becomes more solid and heavy, indestructible, until it breaks through the shackles and advances to a new realm..."

Fang Cheng watched and recited silently, and his heart became more and more determined.

really!

This is a complete set of spiritual practice, covering how to purify external spiritual energy, how to absorb it, turn it into your own use, and strengthen yourself.

There is even a method of using mantras similar to the Smiling Devil to contact others.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng temporarily put aside his doubts, and his eyes were like flames.

His eyes were fixed on these words, and he wanted to imprint them deep into his soul.

At the same time, the light spots that made up the words were gradually dimming until they completely disappeared into the darkness.

The house returned to normal and became quiet again.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly realized something.

So immediately exit the memory palace and end the meditation state.

The moment he returned to reality, Fang Cheng subconsciously raised his head and looked out the window.

I saw a crow resting on the windowsill outside, its inky black feathers glowing coldly in the moonlight.

When their eyes met again, it suddenly spread its wings and made a few cackles, as if saying goodbye.

Then, it fluttered and flew up.

The dark figure quickly crossed the night sky and soon disappeared between the buildings, leaving behind a blurry afterimage.

Fang Cheng got up from the bed, reached out to push open the window, and looked outside.

It was almost midnight and the streets were empty.

The moonlight poured down like water, outlining a desolate scene.

Fang Cheng frowned, knowing clearly what was going on.

It is no coincidence that someone hides in the dark and teaches his own method of cultivation.

Who could it be and what is their motive?
Many thoughts raced through my mind.

Fang Cheng stood in front of the window, staring at the dark night for a long time.

....................................

In the suburbs far away on the other side of the city.

The dark and quiet forest seems to be immersed in a dark green ocean of mist.

A manor is hidden in it, revealing a few lights.

Various infrared sensing devices are distributed in an orderly manner on the surrounding high walls, and surveillance cameras are turning quietly.

In the interior area, there are two high-power xenon lamps hanging high, shining brightly.

Many guards holding guns and wearing masks appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The seemingly simple and rustic villa is armed to the teeth with modern technology, as if it is guarding some priceless treasure.

(End of this chapter)