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Chapter 297 Merging with the Golden Bottle, Reaching Fifty Attribute Points

The morning light is slightly dew.

The pale golden sunlight had not yet dispelled the thin mist in the forest, and it draped the grove in a hazy veil.

The birdsong was clear and melodious, like the tinkling of a mountain stream.

From the ancient temple in the distance, a distant and solemn chanting sound could be faintly heard, further highlighting the tranquility of the place.

A naked young man appeared in a secluded, dense forest.

He sat upright on the huge bluestone that had been polished smooth and flat.

A blue canvas shoulder bag lay casually beside him.

The man's eyes were slightly closed, his back was straight, and his hands were naturally placed on his knees with his palms facing upwards.

My breathing was long and even, as if I were one with the surrounding grass, trees, and mountain breeze, inseparable from them.

Several bold tits even hopped down beside him, tilting their heads to look at him, occasionally pecking at the pine nuts under the fallen leaves.

Unless you get close and observe carefully.

It would be hard to notice that in this secluded woodland where the morning light is faint, there is someone sitting naked, meditating.

Moreover, it is so natural that it integrates the whole person into the surrounding natural environment.

This is the third consecutive day that Fang Cheng has come to the woods behind Lingquan Temple for his "morning prayers".

During his stay in Wanghu Town, his life was regular and fulfilling.

In the mornings, he spends time with his family, enjoying the simple and warm daily life.

At the same time, it's also about spending as much time as possible with them, providing protection, and being vigilant against any potential threats lurking in the shadows against family members.

In the afternoon, I'll go to the club for a few sparring sessions to hone my fighting skills and improve my experience.

As night fell and all was quiet.

He would then stay alone in his hotel room, clearing his mind of all distractions, and engage in deep meditation.

He practiced meditation all night without stopping until dawn, when the alarm clock rang and he was awakened from his meditation.

Next comes the unwavering physical training program.

After finishing his morning exercise, Fang Cheng, drenched in sweat, would run all the way to the back mountain of Lingquan Temple, about two kilometers away.

Taking advantage of this unique environment, I will continue my meditation practice.

At this moment, beneath Fang Cheng's seemingly calm exterior...

Deep within his consciousness, he was undergoing a training far more intense and perilous than any physical exercise.

He once again sank into that familiar dark world.

Thick fog surged like a tide, and the fire of spirituality burned quietly in the center of endless darkness.

The interplay of deep blue and crimson light, like a bright lighthouse, symbolizes his unwavering will.

As Fang Cheng's consciousness deepened its connection with the spirituality of the Golden Bamba Bottle, the process of meditation and cultivation became increasingly perilous.

Especially in this special environment adjacent to Lingquan Temple, enveloped in a strong religious atmosphere.

The chanting sounds that drifted over seemed to be amplified countless times by a mysterious force, becoming exceptionally clear.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya Parasamgate..."

The grand and majestic chanting was no longer an ethereal background sound; it had transformed into a tangible impact, directly piercing through the barriers of Fang Cheng's consciousness and violently shaking his mind.

Rather than saying it was a sound carried by the wind from a distant temple.

Rather, it's more like a call from the depths of one's soul.

The two complement each other, making them clearer and more oppressive, and impossible to completely block out.

In a daze, Fang Cheng felt that countless monks were surrounding him, chanting some ancient and obscure scripture in unison in his ears.

Each syllable transformed into a tangible rune, carrying a strange power, constantly vibrating and resonating in the mind.

Moreover, the originally dark space of consciousness was stained with an eerie dark gold color.

Countless grotesque heretical demons and three-headed, six-armed Vajra protectors appeared and disappeared in the churning, dark mist.

Some of them grinned menacingly at Fang Cheng with their gaping maws, while others glared angrily with eyes as wide as copper bells, letting out deafening roars.

The terrifying hallucinations intertwined with the grand chanting of sutras, creating a form of mental torture.

It seems they are trying to forcibly distort Fang Cheng's perception and force him to abandon his true self and convert to Buddhism.

There was also an enormous Buddha statue, like a majestic mountain, descending from the sky with an overwhelming aura, ready to crush that tiny flame completely.

Fang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine, fully aware of what had happened.

This is not just ordinary distracting thoughts and inner demons.

Rather, it was the residual Black Cult faith imprint in the Golden Bamba Bottle that resonated strongly with the will of the believers at Lingquan Temple, attempting to turn against Fang Cheng, the "outsider" who controlled it.

For Fang Cheng, this is both a great danger and a rare opportunity.

If one can successfully overcome this challenge, the integration of spirituality and self-awareness in the Golden Bamba Urn will be greatly deepened.

At the same time, the hidden problem that has been troubling him may also be completely resolved.

The spirit within the fire shook violently under its powerful external force.

The eerie blue light deep within the flames flickered, seemingly about to go out at any moment.

Even the soul felt waves of tearing pain, as if being dragged into an endless hell by these violent illusions.

But Fang Cheng's will, having been tempered by countless life-and-death experiences, had long since become as firm as a rock.

This extreme pain, ironically, ignited an even stronger fighting spirit and a burning desire to fight!

Fang Cheng's consciousness was firmly anchored on the core of the flame, and he rapidly circulated his qigong techniques.

The crimson true energy surged and rushed like magma, rising from the dantian to the crown of the head, and then flowing into the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows.

In an instant, the pineal gland between his eyebrows twitched.

A ray of extremely condensed crimson light burst forth, instantly illuminating the inner landscape of consciousness.

This pure energy, as if transformed into lamp oil, continuously poured into the crushed spiritual fire.

The previously flickering flames, after receiving this powerful boost, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light.

The golden light spots originating from the golden flask were also fully activated at this moment, burning wildly.

This caused the color of the entire cluster of flames to gradually change towards a bright and dazzling reddish-gold.

The field of light expanded rapidly outward, like a rising sun, igniting all the surrounding darkness and illusions!

"Roar----"

The ferocious demons and wrathful Vajras, scorched by the orange-red flames, became even more distorted in expression, and their roars took on a mournful tone.

Their enormous bodies began to melt like wax figures, slowly being consumed by the flames and dissipating.

The grand chanting became even sharper and more piercing, as if making a final struggle against the fate of being refined.

In reality, Fang Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, also underwent an astonishing change in his body.

His tightly closed eyelids trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and his entire body was flushed red.

Wisps of smoke escaped from the pores, with a faint golden light swirling within.

boom!
A scorching heat suddenly surged out from within him, distorting the surrounding air.

The few tits that had been resting nearby sensed the danger and immediately flapped their wings and flew to higher ground.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng was not wearing any clothes at the moment.

Otherwise, given the temperature of that flame, it would probably be ignited instantly and turned to ashes.

Crimson-gold flames burst forth from his body, enveloping him entirely.

The bluestone beneath them was sizzling from the heat, its edges faintly blackened.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged naked in the flames, his bronze skin gleaming with an unusual luster in the morning light and firelight.

It resembles a golden statue being forged in flames.

at the same time.

A pale blue screen appeared in my mind, with a series of prompts flashing by:

[Your level of connection with a certain spirituality is gradually increasing, and your spirituality increases by 0.001.]

[Your meditation skill was practiced while you were in an abnormal state, and your experience gained increased by +1.]

[Your level of connection with a certain spirituality is gradually increasing, and your spirituality increases by 0.001.]

[Your experience gained from practicing Qigong skills while under abnormal conditions increases by +1] ………………

Inside the main hall of Lingquan Temple.

Halfway through the morning service, hundreds of monks in robes were still chanting scriptures devoutly.

Suddenly, Roger, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, opened his eyes.

A flicker of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes behind the glasses, and he quickly turned his gaze to the window.

Just now, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

As if on a whim... the destroyed golden Bamba bottle has reappeared!

This feeling was only vague and indistinct a couple of days ago.

But today, it became unusually strong, as if a familiar voice was calling to him from the shadows.

Roger couldn't help but recall his encounter at the Lu family manor that night.

He thought that with his own strength and careful planning, it was a sure thing to take back the Golden Bamba Bottle from the Lu family.

Unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere.

A bald man wearing a mask and covered in flames not only smashed the golden jar on the spot, but also made him take the blame.

The Lu family mistakenly believed that the person was one of their subordinates and subsequently took retaliatory measures, suppressing Lingquan Temple both openly and covertly.

If I really did obtain the Golden Bamba Bottle, I'd accept taking the blame.

But the key point is, he didn't get a single hair!

It's like swallowing a bitter pill – you can't express your suffering.

Roger kept this grievance to himself.

For the past two weeks, he had also secretly sent people to investigate the background of that bald man.

But they got nothing; the other party seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Could it be... that the golden bamba bottle wasn't completely shattered, but rather pieced together and repaired?"

"Or... has that damn bald guy shown up?!"

Upon realizing this, Roger could no longer remain calm.

He leaped down from the altar with a sudden burst of speed, his movements as agile as an eagle, and soared directly out of the hall.

"The Venerable One?!"

The disciples inside the hall were all greatly shocked upon seeing this.

The chanting stopped abruptly, forcing the morning classes to be interrupted.

………………

In the mountains and forests.

As the last bell of the temple rang out.

In the space of consciousness, the last illusion was also completely devoured and refined by the flames.

The grand chanting of the sutras fell silent, like a giant bell ceasing its toll.

Only an ethereal echo remains, faintly appearing in memory.

And that wisp of spiritual fire, which became brighter, more solid, and emitted a crimson-gold light.

Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and two beams of condensed light, as solid as tangible substance, flashed by and then disappeared without a trace.

He gently exhaled a breath of stale air carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

The person's mental state has undergone a complete transformation compared to before, as if they have experienced a spiritual baptism.

At this moment, Fang Cheng's perception became sharper and clearer than ever before.

Without even needing to observe deliberately, the slightest movement within a radius of tens of meters is instantly and meticulously depicted in the mind.

He could "hear" the soft rustling of each leaf as the morning breeze rustled through the treetops.

You can "smell" the faint fishy smell emitted when earthworms wriggle in the soil.

And dozens of meters away, when an unnamed wildflower quietly blooms, its almost imperceptible, yet refreshingly sweet fragrance fills the air.

He could even "feel" the subtle temperature changes brought about by each ray of sunlight as it pierced through layers of branches and leaves and fell to the ground.

The whole world seemed to have a veil lifted before him, revealing a more real, more vivid, and more delicate essence.

This sense of control over one's surroundings, as if seeing through everything, is enough to instill in one an indescribable sense of power and confidence.

With a thought, a pale blue light screen appeared before Fang Cheng's eyes.

Meditation experience +10

Meditation lv1 (247/250)

[Qigong Experience +5]

Qigong lv2 (69/500)

Your Spirit attribute has been permanently increased by 0.4 points.

Congratulations! Through tireless efforts and a special opportunity, your Spirit attribute has been significantly improved, successfully breaking through to 50 points.

Looking at the striking numbers on the panel, Fang Cheng's tense nerves finally relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Choosing to come to this special place for meditation practice is a considerable risk for me.

But as it turns out, risk and reward go hand in hand.

The effects of this training were remarkable, and the gains even exceeded expectations.

During his three days in Wanghu Town, Fang Cheng devoted almost all his energy to training, and his meditation skills and experience improved day by day.

Furthermore, the strong religious atmosphere of the place further enhances the fusion with the mysterious spirituality of the Golden Bamba Bottle.

The only drawback is that the growth rate of mental attributes has slowed down considerably compared to before.

However, this is the nature of the path of cultivation.

The higher you climb, the more difficult it becomes to go any further.

Every small improvement requires even more effort.

Fortunately, through persistent diligence and relentless hard work, he succeeded.

Today, Fang Cheng finally succeeded in completely integrating and absorbing the remaining spiritual energy of the Golden Bamba Bottle, and also broke through the important threshold of 50 points of spiritual attribute in one fell swoop.

"Next, we'll upgrade our meditation as well..."

Fang Cheng thought to himself, his gaze falling once again on the skill progress bar on the panel.

I'm only 3 experience points away from advancing to the Master level.

Fang Cheng considered whether he should strike while the iron was hot and continue practicing to break through in one fell swoop.

Just then, without any warning, my heart skipped a beat.

It was as if a slightly malicious thought, like ripples on the surface of water, spread into his mind.

This is due to the almost instinctive keen perception of potential danger brought about by a mental attribute of up to 50 points!
Fang Cheng's gaze swept quickly across the quiet woods around him, his eyes sharpening.

They immediately abandoned the idea of ​​continuing to practice and decided to return to the hotel first, prioritizing safety.

As he was about to leave, he glanced down at his naked body and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Having learned from the lesson of the day before yesterday, Fang Cheng came prepared this time.

He quickly pulled out a clean set of sportswear from the shoulder bag he had tossed aside and put it on.

Just the morning before yesterday, he was also practicing meditation in this forest when he lost control of the surging crimson energy within him and ended up burning his clothes to ashes.

The situation was urgent, so I had to sneak down the mountain and, when no one was around, "borrow" a piece of clothing from a nearby farmhouse that was drying in the sun.

The next day, he secretly slipped some money back as compensation.

After getting dressed, Fang Cheng didn't linger for a moment.

With a flash, he vanished silently into the depths of the forest, like a cheetah in the woods.

And just a few minutes after he left.

A black figure, swift as a ghost, arrived with a strong gust of cold wind.

The figure stood beside the bluestone where Fang Cheng had previously meditated, his face ashen.

It was none other than Venerable Roger, who had come all the way in search of the aura of the Golden Bomba Vase.

(End of this chapter)