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The setting sun gradually slanted westward, and the light shining through the window slowly dimmed.

Until the entire bedroom was plunged into darkness.

“Whew—”

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and shook his head slightly.

He had just used the Focus skill to try meditating, and he had almost fallen asleep.

He felt quite relaxed and comfortable, but he hadn't achieved the so-called "meditative state" at all.

He had deliberately taken a day off today.

In the morning, Fang Cheng played snowball fights with Wen Xin and Zhou Xiumei for a while, and then went to the supermarket to shop and stroll around.

After that, he hid at home and calmed down to practice meditation, but he still gained nothing.

So, in the afternoon, he ran to Wu Datong's audio-visual store and borrowed a few discs about how yoga masters and Buddhist monks cultivate their minds.

After watching it for a long time, although he gained a relatively substantial reserve of knowledge.

However, during the actual cultivation process, Fang Cheng always felt that he was missing something crucial.

As a result, he could only initially achieve "entering stillness" but could not smoothly reach the higher level of "entering concentration."

Fang Cheng vaguely felt that the mental state when using the Focus skill was actually very similar to "shamatha-vipassana" in Zen.

The so-called "shamatha-vipassana" is a kind of blessing practice method before reaching samadhi.

Shamatha means focusing on an object, such as breathing or a specific thought, through meditation, sitting or other methods, to stop distracting thoughts and achieve inner peace and concentration.

Vipassana is based on shamatha, conducting in-depth observation and thinking about the focused object, understanding its essence and meaning, and ultimately opening up some kind of wisdom.

It's just that the "Focus" state has a stronger purpose and practicality.

And when he wholeheartedly throws himself into an activity, he often experiences a high degree of excitement and satisfaction.

"Shamatha-vipassana" seems to emphasize a peaceful and tranquil state of mind, pursuing the severance of the five senses' perception of the outside world, and no emotional ripples should arise.

Fang Cheng secretly guessed.

The real difference between the two is likely to be the key to whether he can reach the realm of "samadhi".

“It seems that I need a master to guide me into the door and learn systematically…”

Fang Cheng raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the postcard with the spell written on it.

Perhaps… he could enter that mysterious space again, contact the guy who sent him the letter, and ask for the answer.

As soon as the thought arose, Fang Cheng immediately shook his head and categorically denied it.

No one knows whether the other party harbors any malice.

Before his strength has been significantly improved, it is best not to actively contact some unpredictable dangers.

There is less than 90,000 yuan left in his bank card, and this money must be saved for his grandfather's surgery and cannot be touched anymore.

Fortunately, after getting Ma Donghe's hint to recover blood, he also picked up a few submachine guns, as well as two more valuable things in Wu Shihao's office.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a little more confident.

In a few days, if he asks Ma Donghe to help dispose of them, there should be enough money to solve all the problems.

As he pondered, his head suddenly felt slightly swollen and painful.

Fang Cheng rubbed his brow and quickly got up and got out of bed.

He planned to go downstairs to the bathroom to take a hot bath to relax, and go to bed early after dinner.

Because he fell into a state of madness last time, he overdrawn his energy too much, and he has not fully recovered until now.

He needs to try to ensure rest time these two days.

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The next day.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

On the training ground, muscular and energetic students can be seen everywhere.

Some are wielding barbell plates, doing strength training, and some are punching and kicking sandbags vigorously.

The sound of "huh ha" resounded continuously, mixed with the smell of sweat permeating the air, creating a very strong sense of training atmosphere.

Fang Cheng had just finished a sparring class, watching the 5 points of Sanda experience increase.

Then he sat on the ground to change his shoes, preparing to get off work and leave.

Several professional players next to him were discussing a Black and White Double Fiends Super War held at the KFC competition last night.

“Razor really has an iron chin, if I went up there, I would be KO'd with one punch!”

“White Bear's heavy punch has enough power, and his fighting style is also flexible. It seems that there is a great chance to challenge Zheng Haokang's defending champion…”

During the discussion, a Sanda player turned his head to look at Fang Cheng, who seemed to be preoccupied, and said:

“Acheng, didn’t you sleep well last night?”

“What’s wrong?”

Fang Cheng looked at him with a slightly surprised expression.

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The player smiled and said:

“You’ll know when you look in the mirror, your eyes are as red as a rabbit’s.”

“Oh, yes.”

Fang Cheng seemed to suddenly realize, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and yawned.

“I stayed up all night watching video discs last night, and I’m a little tired. I have to go home early this afternoon to catch up on sleep.”

Everyone laughed when they heard this, suspecting that he had a girlfriend and was overdrawing his physical strength.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and did not defend himself.

After being reminded, he remembered that there was still a very important thing to do immediately.

Walking out of the club door, Fang Cheng did not go directly downstairs, but went to a brand-name glasses store on the same floor.

The store was softly lit and the atmosphere was quiet.

A shopping guide lady with a smile on her face immediately greeted him:

“Hello, sir, what service do you need?”

After looking at the dazzling array of various styles of glasses in the glass display cabinet, Fang Cheng then replied:

“I want a pair of plano glasses, preferably one that can block relatively harsh light and make my eyes look softer…”

Listening to the specific requirements put forward by the customer, the shopping guide lady quickly selected a few suitable glasses from the display cabinet and asked Fang Cheng to try them on separately.

A few minutes later.

Fang Cheng, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed thin-frame glasses, stood in front of the mirror and admired himself.

The handsome guy in the mirror had undergone earth-shattering changes in temperament, and he was so gentle and refined that he didn't look like himself at all.

If he didn't take off his shirt and reveal his strong muscles, he would simply be a typical "gentle scum".

Of course, these are not important.

The most important thing is that the faint red light flashing in his pupils is finally somewhat concealed.

If you don't get close and stare at your eyes carefully, it should be difficult to find anything unusual.

“Sir, these glasses really match your temperament. You look like the second male lead in an idol drama.”

The shopping guide lady held her hands together and praised him wholeheartedly.

“Yes, yes, really gentle!”

Not only her, but the other two female clerks also gathered around, their eyes twinkling with little stars.

Fang Cheng's face darkened slightly when he heard this.

Isn't the second male lead in an idol drama the third party who specializes in destroying the relationship between the male and female protagonists, or a pure and affectionate licking dog who silently gives?

Although he had some criticisms about their evaluation, Fang Cheng was still very satisfied with the quality of the glasses themselves.

What's more, the price of more than two hundred yuan is not expensive.

After paying the money happily, he simply put on the gold-rimmed glasses and walked out of the store.

At this moment, a phone ringtone rang in his bag.

Fang Cheng took out his phone and glanced at the displayed number.

“Is it Lin Chuqiao?”