Early June, somewhere in Cannes, Cathedral of the Holy Dome.
The cross is towering at the front of the place, and the seats on both sides are arranged in an orderly manner, extending to the door, almost full of believers. The dome above is magnificent, the surrounding area is wide, the walls and windows are narrow, and the glass is colored, letting in the sunlight, bringing
A solemn feeling.
A bishop is holding a scripture in his hand and is preaching slowly with a grand and majestic voice, guiding the lambs to approach the glory of heaven. The whole scene is sacred and extraordinary, making people forget their daily worries and gain spiritual sustenance.
At this time, Lou Cheng, wearing a white T-shirt, casual pants and sneakers, came in from the door, took a few steps forward with his hands in his pockets, looked around, and found an empty seat at the back to sit down.
He never clasped his hands and lowered his head like the believers present. He just closed his eyes and leisurely used his ears, spirit, and heart to sense everything around him.
Because of the discussion on the Internet, he became a hot topic again. He didn't dare to stay too long after returning to Xiushan. He flew to Kangcheng a few days later. After more than a month of rest, his current strength has been restored to 77.88%.
He came to the Holy Dome Cathedral to observe the ceremony, not intending to convert to God. For a warrior like him who is firm-willed and knows what he wants and why he fights, faith is faith, and he will not lose peace of mind at all.
The road to the future depends on the ethereal gods.
Lou Cheng spent this time hanging out here for observation and understanding.
According to Old Man Shi, all training methods will lead to the same goal in the end. Lou Cheng feels that the next step for him to combine martial arts and cultivation is an important step towards promotion to Waigang. Perhaps he should focus on this word "same"!
Based on this, he decided to broaden the scope of his thinking, no longer limited to cultivation and martial arts. Through reference to religious order rituals and fighting schools, he found common ground with each other, found the meaning of the word "same", and found the essence of improvement.
, thereby gaining the advantage of being in a high position.
Quietly closing his eyes and listening carefully, Lou Cheng stood "three feet above his head" with his will, reading the changes in the ritual environment and the spiritual accumulation of the believers in a focused and detached state.
After a while, the choir opened up, singing and praising in a neat, holy, and lofty way. With the help of the echo superposition produced by the special design of the chapel, everyone seemed to be immersed in the baptism of divine light, and their hearts wandered and
The deep anxiety and other negative feelings were swept away, and in a short period of time, they seemed to be reborn.
Lou Cheng slowly opened his eyes and saw that some believers had tears streaming down their faces. There was a faint milky white light rippling in the chapel, but it seemed to be just his own hallucination.
This feeling... He watched, listened, and understood thoughtfully, and had some ideas, but he couldn't grasp the most essential thing, let alone discover the "sameness".
In a similar area, the ceremony came to an end. Lou Cheng stopped lingering, and Shi Shiran stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked slowly towards the door.
A man sitting in the front row of the chapel happened to put down his clasped hands. He noticed something and instinctively looked around. He glanced around and saw the back of the door.
"Huh?" The young man with brilliant blond hair and blue eyes suddenly lost his voice in confusion.
"What's wrong, Oblak?" the black-haired young man next to him asked in confusion.
Oblak frowned and replied: "That person just now looked familiar."
But because I could only see the back, I couldn't remember who it was.
"There's no one there." The black-haired young man looked back and saw that the open door was empty and there was no one around.
"Forget it, it's not an important matter." Oblak shook his head and stood up, "I have to go back and prepare for the game tonight."
He and the black-haired young man Charles come from Brutal in Europe and are one of the branches of the Order. They are currently escorting the "Holy Grail" to tour the United States for exhibitions, preaching, and communicating with local fighters.
As one of the main strongholds of the Order on the Ocean side, the event in Cannes was upgraded to a small competition, claiming to determine the strongest person below the "Crown".
The cultists believe that the human body has ten major elements, which are located in different positions and correspond to different symbols. When they are all condensed, a tree of life can "grow" and reach the final "crown", which is equivalent to the Waigang of China.
Although the "crown" is known as the ultimate, in the context of the cult, it is only the mortal ultimate. When the triple "crown" is added, the "shadow curtain" can be lifted, and the "hidden God" can be seen and become reality.
The "Archangel".
Oblak became famous at a young age and was full of genius. Due to the setbacks and stimulation he encountered in China, he gave up his arrogance and impetuosity, so that he condensed the ten elements faster than expected, and was only half a step away from "growing up".
"The tree of life is only one step away from getting the "crown". In this competition, we have been victorious all the way and are about to reach the finals.
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Late at night, inside a villa.
In the center of the living room on the first floor, there is an altar with strange symbols painted on it. On the surrounding chairs, sofas, dining tables, and even on the carpet, naked men and women are having intense intercourse, some one-on-one.
, there are single-to-many, and many-to-many. Their expressions are intoxicated, full of joy, as if they have obtained the ultimate liberation.
At the railing on the second floor, Lou Cheng stood quietly, holding a paper cup with juice in his hand.
Seeing his desire rising and his mouth dry, he drank a cold drink, tried hard to restrain his thoughts, and visualized the word "Lin", which made his body and mind feel pure.
Seizing this opportunity, he used his skills to condense water into ice, turn lakes into mirrors, and make "gods" appear three feet above his head.
Looking at the scene below, Lou Cheng has lost his lust and impulse, his eyes have returned to darkness and depth, and he is watching calmly with a scrutinizing attitude.
"These spiritual cultivators know how to play..." He chuckled secretly.
This is a "regular" spiritual cult, which means it obtains members through its own "preaching" without tricking innocent men and women into joining by drugging, bewitching, abducting, etc. Therefore, he has no idea of chivalry.
Groaning into his ears, his flesh roiling, Lou Cheng gently shook the paper cup in his palm, looking down and observing quietly and harmlessly, gradually gaining some understanding of this scene and this kind of "cultivation".
"Simply put, this is a way to break the inherent pattern..." He nodded invisibly and took a sip of juice, "Everyone has been bound by various rules and requirements since birth, and breaking these will affect the body and mind.
Everyone will get a feeling of liberation, relaxation, pleasure, and excitement, and then combine it with their own desires, which is equivalent to the solution of color and emptiness in Buddhist Tantra. What we seek is not color, but breaking obsessions, breaking constraints, and breaking the original physical and mental patterns."
"In this process, if you are addicted to 'color', this kind of indulgence, and the feeling of emptiness and relief afterwards, you will go astray and jump from one inherent mode to another.
New obsessions and new constraints are formed.”
"Spiritual practice to seek the 'self-spirit' and Tantric methods are similar but both methods are extreme and can easily lead to the path of 'demon'..."
"This is a 'ritual' to enhance the 'self-spirit'. Spiritual practice requires entering the Waigang realm. This 'self-spirit' is closely related. It is different from religious groups, schools that focus on fighting, cultivation, and martial arts.
Where is the 'same' in it..."
Lou Cheng, who had read a lot of classics recently, thought seriously, and after a long time, he took the paper cup and disappeared from the second floor silently.
After the ceremony was over, the host returned to the second floor for spiritual practice, intending to seize the state of physical and mental perfection, relaxed liberation, see the "spirit of self", and improve it.
At this moment, he looked at the study room with confusion, and saw that the windows there were wide open, and the night wind blew in, filling the room with no one around.
"Did I forget to close it?" This spiritual practitioner was very confused.
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A car was running on an empty street at night. Smith looked ahead and asked in confusion:
"Lou, why do you want to watch the devil's ritual?"
Lou Cheng put his right hand on his lower lip and said casually: "Devils also have their own ways. Only by understanding them can we defeat them."
"You have become more and more mysterious recently." Smith shook his head and sighed.
He is an ancestral Puritan and deeply abhors similar spiritual activities.
Without saying more about the matter, Smith asked instead: "There are two other places, which one should we go to first?"
Lou Cheng thought about it and laughed at himself:
"Just stop here tonight and take me back."
Strange guy... Smith cursed, turned the steering wheel, and turned onto the road to the North District.
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The next morning, Lou Cheng finished his exercise, wiped his sweat, and walked back into the house. He happened to see Yan Zheke coming down from the second floor with light steps.
"Keke, have you been feeling replenished recently?" He spoke first, asking about something he would ask every three to five days.
Yan Zheke was wearing a T-shirt that exposed her delicate collarbones. She turned her eyes upward and said, "Fortunately, since I collected the 'Nine-Character Art', my spirit has improved very quickly, and the effect of feeding my body is getting better and better."
As she talked, she finished walking up the stairs and said with her dimples:
"It feels like it won't be long before I can replenish my body, realize the 'collection', balance it into elixirs, and supplement the foundation of your cultivation and martial arts! Isn't it great and powerful?"
"As expected of Coach Yan!" Lou Cheng gave a thumbs up and praised with a bright smile.
When I first perfected the cultivation techniques and gathered the "Nine-Character Techniques", I simply wanted to help Keke make up for her innate shortcomings. Who knows, but it would actually help open up my own path.
I want to rely on George and his gang to balance Cheng Dan, but I don’t know what year or month it was!
The effect of my own practice of "Nine-Character Jue" is also very good, my spirit has improved a lot, and I feel a bit like a "magic stick" recently.
Yan Zheke pursed her lips, very proud, and finally said casually: "But all the improved energy has been used to feed the body. My current state is similar to last year, and I can't stay up too late..."
At this point, she stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and yawned cutely. Then her face turned red and her expression turned fierce. She raised her foot and "kicked" Lou Cheng's calf. Although it was fast and swift, it didn't use much force.
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Lou Cheng could only laugh at this.
After breakfast, he sent his wife to the University of Cannes and left Aunt Du to protect her. Lou Cheng first went to the fighting club and then went to the Cathedral of the Holy Dome, intending to continue to observe and understand.