However, even though Zhang Zhiwei has reached the state of renunciation and purity, no one can tell what he will encounter in his inner world.
After all, the inner scene is only somewhat similar to the third stage of meditation practice, not exactly the same. What each person encounters in it is still related to their personal circumstances.
It was just like those old men in Wudang later, each of them had a high level of meditation skills, but when they practiced Fenghou Qimen, they fell into the inner realm and were trapped for decades, and they had no way out.
However, Zhang Zhiwei has already realized his own situation and is still confident in these things. No matter what he encounters, he should not get lost in it.
"It's better to do it now than to wait for a day. Since that's the case, I'll enter into meditation right here, into the inner world, and catch the inner demon!"
As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately began to practice according to the sorcerer's method of entering meditation.
"The practice of sorcerers emphasizes the four meditations and eight concentrations, the concentration on the boundless space, and the rejection of desires brought about by the five senses of the ears, nose, tongue, and body."
"Concentration on the boundless realm of consciousness cuts off the desires of the five senses, allowing one to experience this real world with senses that ordinary people cannot use."
"The state of nothingness, no longer using the brain but the spirit to control the body..."
"It sounds mysterious, but it's actually very simple. Meditation is like the surface of a turbulent river. The more you try to smooth it out, the more turbulent it becomes."
“And when you gather your consciousness and just watch it quietly, letting it come and go without responding to it, it will eventually calm down.”
"To face the myriad delusions with inaction is the highest state of tranquility."
Letting go of thoughts and being pure is the perfect state of meditation that many people pursue throughout their lives but cannot achieve. However, in Zhang Zhiwei's view, it can be easily achieved by doing nothing.
There was nothing unexpected when he entered into a state of meditation. The world in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes changed rapidly. The colorful world in his eyes quickly faded, and everything turned black and white in an instant. He seemed to have arrived in another world, a world where everything was upside down.
"Is this the inner scene? According to Zhuge Qing, the inner scene is actually the spiritual world itself. This is indeed a spiritual world, but it is more than just a spiritual world. This feeling..."
Zhang Zhiwei looked around. The inner world gave him a very fake feeling, but there was also some truth in the fakeness. This world was like writing or painting with too much force, and the ink penetrated the paper, forming another upside-down painting on the back of the paper. The traces on the back could reveal the real front.
"This feeling is like..."
A flash of inspiration came to Zhang Zhiwei's mind, and he was just about to grasp this ray of inspiration and let it spread out.
Suddenly, a blood-soaked figure appeared, staring at Zhang Zhiwei face to face. Half of its face looked like it had been struck by a blunt object, blood and flesh blurred, a hideous and terrifying expression, yet it was smiling eerily.
Interrupted by a flash of inspiration, Zhang Zhiwei frowned and looked at the hideous and terrifying bloody face in front of him with displeasure, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he slapped the man's face, twisting it ninety degrees and hanging on his neck at a weird angle. The severity of the slap was indescribable.
Zhang Zhiwei looked down at the almost distorted figure, his gaze lingering for a moment on the unrecognizable face.
If before, only half of the face was hit by a blunt object, leaving it bloody and mangled, then now it can be said that it is completely unrecognizable, and the marks left by the blunt object on the face are particularly symmetrical.
"It looks familiar. I was the one who beat up half of this thing's face before!"
As Zhang Zhiwei was thinking, more figures appeared from nothingness. Most of these figures were hideous and terrifying, with mutilated bodies. They rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei like zombies out of a cage.
Looking at the faces of these corpses, Zhang Zhiwei was stunned.
He was quite familiar with some of the faces here, those he had killed this time when he went down the mountain. Some of them Zhang Zhiwei had a vague impression of, having killed them before, and some of them he had no impression of at all.
"Are you up to the same old tricks again? You stinky monkey, you're always making all these fancy things, playing a horror movie with me. I don't think you can tell who's the scarier one, right?!"
Zhang Zhiwei sneered, he naturally knew that this was an illusion in the inner scene.
The inner scene is one's own spiritual space. In this space, as long as one does not touch any taboo things, one is an absolute god, and all one's delusions can be magnified and satisfied.
The inner demon can control things in the inner scene, and Zhang Zhiwei, as the original body, can naturally do it too.
He could even send out a huge bolt of lightning that stretched from sky to earth with just a wave of his hand, instantly blasting these evil spirits into dust.
But Zhang Zhiwei did not do it. Not only was it meaningless, but he would also be led by his inner demons.
Zhang Zhiwei has always been very aware of his own situation. He also knows very well why his inner demons emerge. It is the desire for power.
And where can this be best met?
It is undoubtedly an interior scene.
Here, he is God, but a false God.
Once he can't help himself or uses the almost cheating power in his inner world out of curiosity, he may become addicted to it and widen 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 it.
Therefore, facing the overwhelming corpses, Zhang Zhiwei treated them with a normal attitude, slapping them one by one, just like he had killed them before.
It is worth mentioning that when Zhang Zhiwei killed them, these corpses showed extremely terrifying strength one by one. Each move was enough to destroy the world. They were as bright as the moon and as powerful as the sky. This was the power given to them by the inner demon through the inner world.
But Zhang Zhiwei remained unmoved. No matter how you moved mountains and seas, picked stars and chased the moon, destroyed cities and cut off rivers, he only had one slap.
The palm is raised, and then it falls. Between the rise and fall, everything returns to nothingness. This is the collision between reality and falsehood.
Generally, after entering the inner scene, a sorcerer is in a state of separation between body and soul. The body remains in the same place, while the spirit moves in the inner scene, with only a thin line of connection between the body and the spirit.
With the help of this connection, you can withdraw your mind from the inner scene at any time, but once this connection is broken, you may become addicted to the inner scene and never be able to get out of it.
But Zhang Zhiwei is different from them. Even when he goes deep into the inner world, his soul and body are still in a state of embracing the origin and keeping the unity of essence, energy and spirit.
Breaking into the inner scene in this state is actually the same as stepping into the inner scene with the real body. It is a crushing of the higher dimension over the lower dimension. The fancy and illusory things created by the inner demon naturally cannot shake Zhang Zhiwei's real slap.
"The human body is my home turf. You're a coward. Now that we're inside, your home turf, you're still a coward. I see you still don't understand the situation. I can control the Samadhi True Fire at any time. There's no point in running away. Come out, come out with dignity!"
Zhang Zhiwei entered the inner scene to hone himself and to have a trial that was almost real, but he did not intend to compete with his inner demons in the inner scene with his brain holes and imagination.
But what responded to Zhang Zhiwei was the gathering black fog, the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, the blood pools stretching from sky to earth, the eerie and terrifying blood-red lightning... It was a hellish scene.
The monkey in my heart is still lurking, watching from the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Although Zhang Zhiwei had never seen the person, he could feel the malicious intent that was like a thorn in his back.
"I see you're still stubborn, so I'll come and catch you myself!"
Zhang Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the hellish scene.