The mud comes from the beginning of chaos, and the white lotus appears and flourishes.

The first line of the large text is these two opening poems with grand intentions.

Its meaning is not difficult to understand. The general meaning is that from the moment chaos was born, the world has been full of filth. Only when the white lotus blooms can the prosperous age come.

"Religious boasting."

After understanding the meaning of this sentence, Zhang Tong shook his head incomprehensibly. He was not cold about this sentence.

Skipping this sentence, Zhang Tong began to read the following content, and soon he was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

After a long time, Zhang Tong took a deep breath and managed to calm down his emotions, but even so, his face was filled with surprise.

"As I suspected, this painting is a good thing!"

"White Lotus Meditation, imagine that you are in a chaotic mud, with a lotus blooming from your heart, and it is spotless in the mud!"

"This picture is a visualization picture. As long as I can successfully enter concentration, it can improve my mental strength!"

Carefully holding the lotus picture, Zhang Tong's face was filled with surprise as if he had found a treasure!

The mud originated from the beginning of chaos, and the white lotus appeared and flourished!

This sentence is not only a religious boast, but also the core essence of this way of thinking!

"It's basically a real test. Someone in history must have opened the extraordinary game, otherwise the White Lotus Sect would not have the formula and techniques!"

"What is also conclusive is that Chaofan Game was also shut down at a certain point in time, which resulted in the Boxers being beaten into pieces by foreign guns."

Zhang Tong's eyes flashed with light. Just relying on this lotus picture, Zhang Tong was able to conclude some of his previous guesses.

"When I first met Wang Xinyao, Wang Xinyao used her mental power to test whether I was a member of a cult."

"Now it seems that it is very likely that after practicing a certain technique, the mental power will be contaminated with a certain aura, or simply undergo a fundamental change."

Thinking that his previous guesses were all based on the battle of wits and courage with Wang Xinyao, Zhang Tong suddenly thought of the scene when Wang Xinyao tested him.

His brows furrowed involuntarily, Zhang Tong looked at the lotus picture spread out in his arms: "Then the question is, is the White Lotus Sect still considered a cult?"

Is the White Lotus Sect considered a cult? There seems to be some answer to this question!

However, Zhang Tong feels that as an adult with a sound outlook on life, even if he practices the skills of the White Lotus Sect, he will not become the White Lotus demon in the story, right?

What's the saying?

Utensils are for people to use. If they are used correctly, they will be righteous. If they are used incorrectly, they will be evil. The wonderful use lies in one mind.

"No matter what, I have no other choice at the moment except the White Lotus Contemplation."

"I still don't believe it. Visualizing the White Lotus can make me become a White Lotus demon?"

Thinking of that sentence, Zhang Tong shook his head decisively. He knows best what kind of person he is.

As a person with no ambitions, Zhang Tong's biggest dream now is to live a life of a sports car, a villa, and a big ocean horse. With such a simple and unpretentious dream, how hard does it make him want to become the White Lotus Demon?

Therefore, Zhang Tong lowered his head and began to pick out the words word by word to understand and digest some of the mysteries of the White Lotus Concept.

Unknowingly, half the night passed, and it was not until midnight that Zhang Tong understood everything.

In fact, it is not difficult to meditate on the white lotus. The key lies in the lotus picture. Those words are just explaining some technical things.

If it were spoken in plain language, Zhang Tong could figure it out in an hour.

However, this thing is an antique, and the characters on it are not in the style of modern characters. Zhang Tong made a blind guess, and it took him half a night to fully understand the meaning of those characters.

…

According to the requirements of the text, Zhang Tong carefully hung the painting on the bedside, then looked directly at the painting and sat cross-legged on the bed.

His mental power spread toward that painting, and soon Zhang Tong's spirit was immersed in that painting.

In his perception, the painting seemed to come alive.

But before Zhang Tong could take a closer look at the living painting, boundless darkness suddenly surrounded Zhang Tong, and a nameless fear enveloped him instantly!

Boom!

With a loud noise, Zhang Tong felt that his physical body had disappeared all of a sudden, leaving only his indescribable spirit in the boundless darkness.

The boundless darkness was thick and strange, and an inexplicable fear made Zhang Tong instinctively suffocate.

Then, Zhang Tong suddenly began to hear whispers in his ears.

Sometimes detailed, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, sometimes crazy...

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of those whispers, Zhang Tong couldn't help but listen and distinguish.

Swallowed by darkness and surrounded by whispers, Zhang Tong felt as if his head was about to explode and his thoughts became blurred.

Zhang Tong realized something was wrong and tried desperately to wake up, but he couldn't.

While struggling, he vaguely saw huge objects appearing in the deep darkness, glaring at them eagerly.

"It's them!"

"It's the Painted Skin Wraith and the Fallen Ghoul! Why do they appear here!"

The indescribable figure in the darkness was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Tong felt a sense of fear and trembling from his heart.

He didn't know why, but he just felt that the figures in the darkness were the dead ghosts and painted-skin ghosts he had encountered.

They...want to sleep in this deep darkness forever!

"You must not let them get close to me!"

Amid the despair and horror, Zhang Tong did not lose his mind and always maintained a little clarity in his heart.

And just when Zhang Tong noticed this clarity, a white light suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes, and he felt like he had turned into a lotus seed, rooted in the boundless gray mud.

Then, the lotus seeds still took root and sprouted, and their white roots penetrated into the dark mud.

Absorbing nutrients from the mud, it is also absorbing nutrients from monsters in the mud.

The light in his heart became brighter and brighter, and the frantic whispers in his ears gradually disappeared, replaced by a soft voice that echoed in Zhang Tong's ears.

The voice was still indescribable, and its meaning was completely incomprehensible.

But surrounded by that voice, Zhang Tong instinctively felt comfortable and wanted to let go of all the guard in his heart and take refuge in the owner of the voice.

It seems...the owner of this voice is the only light in this dark world.
Chapter completed!