I, Lord of Prayer

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For those with strong spiritual power who have achieved enlightenment, meditation is not actually that difficult. With repeated practice and by finding the key techniques, one can enter a meditative state anytime, anywhere.

Yang looked at Zhou Chen and asked, "Why don't you give it a try first?"

"Then I'll give it a try."

Zhou Chen lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to try meditation.

Yang hummed in agreement, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and waited quietly.

Simply put, meditation only requires emptying your mind to enter a deep sleep state.

But the difficulty lies in the fact that when you close your eyes, various images will involuntarily float into your mind, and at this time you often can't think of anything: empty your mind, empty your mind, empty your mind...

The more you think about it, the more confused you become.

To successfully enter a meditative state, one must find a method and technique that suits them, and through long-term, repeated practice, cultivate a habit etched deep into their soul.

Zhou Chen closed his eyes, trying his best to control himself and not think about anything, ensuring that his mind was empty.

He did indeed zone out for a couple of seconds at first, but then his consciousness was drawn away by a variety of scattered and fragmented thoughts. When he came back to his senses, he quickly cleared his mind of distractions, but after only ten seconds, his thoughts started to wander again, and he began to think about a whole bunch of random things.

And so he kept going back and forth between daydreaming and spacing out.

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Gradually, Zhou Chen felt himself sinking, as if submerged in dark water, yet also as if floating on clouds, his heart filled with tranquility and peace. ☺🐯 ➅9ร𝐇𝕌𝕩.COM 💲🐉

Breathing slowed down...

Relax your body...

After waiting for five or six minutes and seeing that Zhou Chen didn't react, Yang frowned. Could this kid have succeeded on the first try? That would be too outrageous.

He put down his crossed legs, leaned forward to look at Zhou Chen, and found that Zhou Chen was breathing evenly and sleeping very soundly, and was about to start drooling.

Asleep?!

Yang was speechless, then woke Zhou Chen up.

Zhou Chen seemed to be sleeping exceptionally comfortably, stretching and loosening his limbs: "I feel like I slept really well these past few minutes... my head doesn't hurt as much anymore, does that mean I'm close to success?"

"How could that be? It's far from it."

Yang broke off a piece of orange and threw it into his mouth: "Although meditation is a special kind of deep sleep state, it is not really falling asleep. On the contrary, the consciousness remains awake, and one can keenly perceive every move of the outside world and wake up at any time."

Try again, but don't fall asleep this time. Remember, try to find that feeling of emptiness.

Feel?

Zhou Chen looked troubled. As everyone knows, no matter what you do, feeling is the hardest thing to find. It's a mysterious thing that can't be explained in a few words. You can only gain experience through repeated practice and then keep exploring.

He closed his eyes and tried again, but after more than ten minutes, he opened his eyes and said dejectedly, "It doesn't work. I can't get into the zone at all. Either I keep having random thoughts, or I feel like I'm about to fall asleep."

"Normal situation."

Yang stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before suggesting, "Isn't that chainsaw supposed to make you ruthless? Try holding it and see if it works."

"That's not a good idea. The document says that using this thing too much can affect your mental state."

Zhou Chen glanced at the chainsaw, but for some reason, he felt an urge to try it out. "But I don't seem to feel anything right now... Should I give it a try?"

"Give it a try. If all else fails, there's a therapy room upstairs."

With the mindset that "since I've already said it, there's no harm in trying," Zhou Chen reached out and grabbed the chainsaw, instantly entering a cold and ruthless state, and really wanted to find something to chop with.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the urge.

A dozen minutes later, he opened his eyes and sighed, "It still doesn't work."

"Then there's nothing I can do. You'll just have to figure it out on your own. If all else fails, you can sign up for a meditation course, which costs 10,000 yuan per hour."

Yang shrugged, indicating his helplessness, then looked up at the clock on the wall and his expression suddenly changed. "Oh no, it's already this late. Figure it out yourself. I have to go."

He didn't say what it was about, and hurriedly left the ward.

"Alright... drive carefully."

After seeing Lao Yang off, Zhou Chen opened his tablet and read through some materials related to meditation. In essence, it all comes down to emptying your mind. This is the most basic and important step. Without doing this, you cannot meditate.

After reading countless articles by scholars, Zhou Chen came across a short article titled "Three Minutes to Teach You How to Meditate Correctly," which said that beginners should not force themselves into meditation but should proceed gradually, and the simplest way is to count breaths.

The author divides the first stage into counting dozens of breaths without any distracting thoughts, the second stage into counting thirty breaths, and then gradually increases to fifty, seventy, one hundred breaths, and so on, until one can naturally empty the mind without counting breaths, and that is when one has officially mastered meditation.

Zhou Chen thought this method was good, so he closed his eyes and tried it. He completed the first stage smoothly, but the further he went, the easier it was for him to remember other things. In the end, he collapsed before his 24th breath.

After trying it several times, he found that this method was indeed very useful and could effectively train concentration.

By the latter half of the night, Zhou Chen was able to count his breaths more than sixty times without any distractions. If he hadn't been disturbed by the sounds of nurses walking around in the corridor outside, he could have lasted even longer.

However, the long period of trying made him somewhat bored, and he knew that in this state, repeating the same thing would lead to a sharp decrease in the success rate.

So Zhou Chen ran out of the ward, ran around the medical department building more than a dozen times, came back and took a nice hot shower, changed into some fresh clothes, adjusted his state, and once again launched an attack on meditation.

This time he was in surprisingly good condition. Towards the end, he didn't even need to consciously count his breaths to keep his mind blank.

When the passage of time is subconsciously ignored, one feels as if falling into a dark void. In the long eternity, Zhou Chen finally grasped that wonderful feeling, and he chased after it, moving ever forward.

Like galloping through deep darkness, he ran faster and faster until he crashed headlong into that blazing light. His spirit seemed to have crossed some invisible boundary, broken free from the shackles of his body, and transformed into a melodious breeze as he soared into the sky.

The world seemed to quiet down, yet it also seemed to become noisy and chaotic, with all sorts of sounds flooding into my ears.

The sounds of wind, cicadas, conversations, footsteps, heartbeats, and the hum of medical equipment...

He was like a ghost, wandering freely through walls and obstacles.

As his consciousness spread, he saw a patient snoring and fast asleep in the next ward, and he saw the nurses on night shift at the front desk.

He saw doctors changing dressings for patients in the ward, office staff working overtime late into the night in their offices, and busy figures in the brightly lit emergency room...

However, after a brief moment, Zhou Chen felt that he had reached his limit, and his mental will instantly returned to itself.

He opened his eyes, still savoring the strange sensation he had just experienced, and somewhat incredulous:

"...Distraction?"

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