"Observation method" sounds mysterious, but it is actually a general term for inner cultivation methods. All inner cultivation methods in the world can be summed up in one word - observe.
However, different opinions often lead to essentially different results, which is the origin of many schools of thought.
Therefore, although all methods of inner cultivation are meditation methods, their forms of expression are very different.
Some people like to observe themselves, so they created a method of observation that regards the body as a country, and lets the spirit be like a sage king, looking after the whole country in a non-action manner. This is what is called the sage within and the king without. Most of the internal alchemy exercises such as the Golden Light Mantra follow this approach.
Some people like to observe external things, so they create their own methods of observation, trying to see the principles contained in everything around them.
Ding Shimaan, one of the two heroes of later generations, practiced the inner cultivation method based on this path, so he had a very good eye and could tell at a glance that the old master was like a natural disaster and the Danshi was like a man-made disaster.
Of course, the scope of external objects is very broad, not just people. For example, the Wuhou School's Qimen Imaging Method looks at the pattern of heaven and earth.
Some people like to observe people's hearts, such as the Tang Sect's Guanzizai Heart Method. Those with high cultivation can control people's thinking through a series of means.
The inner demon, a product of the delusion in the mind, is undoubtedly the best at this.
In the eyes of experts who are good at observing people's hearts, people in the world have two sets of thinking.
A set of thoughts that belongs entirely to oneself and is controlled by oneself.
There is another set of thoughts that are mistakenly believed to belong to oneself, but in fact they are just thoughts themselves.
In short, the former can be completely controlled by oneself. This thinking is one's own thinking and judgment about oneself and the outside world.
The latter is something that one cannot control, and may even be controlled by oneself. This kind of thinking is a delusion imposed on oneself by the past and the future, and is the manipulation of oneself by the external world.
Those who are good at this can guide, utilize, or even create new thinking to control the behavior of others, so once the thinking is controlled, flaws will naturally follow.
The series of actions of the inner demon, whether it was the Yellow Springs Road, the Forgetful River, the Three Lives Stone at the beginning, or the farces that followed, were all intended to influence Zhang Zhiwei's thinking little by little.
These influences are so small that they are almost imperceptible, but it is undeniable that as long as we are human, we are not immune to them.
I took a personal tour of the underworld, witnessing tongue-pulling, frying in oil, entering a sea of fire, walking on a mountain of knives, being sawed to pieces alive, being ground into pulp by a millstone, and being eaten by wild dogs...
Seeing all kinds of horrific and heinous tortures before one's eyes would move anyone, and Zhang Zhiwei was no exception.
Thinking is something that cannot be controlled. Just because you know that it is false and fake does not mean you will not be affected by it. It is like some people who can be terrified for a long time after watching a horror movie.
Zhang Zhiwei underestimated the power of the inner demon in his inner world, or rather, he underestimated the weight of this inner demon born from the delusion in his heart.
With this thought in mind, Zhang Zhiwei certainly could not let the inner demon continue. A thousand-mile dam can be breached by an ant hole, so he had to deal with the ant hole first.
Zhang Zhiwei walked towards the "self" who was being judged.
At this moment, the "Zhang Zhiwei" who was being tried was still in awe and had not noticed the approach of his other self at all.
"Although you have affected me a little, you are not me, coward!"
Zhang Zhiwei walked closer and grabbed the neck of the "Zhang Zhiwei" who was being tried. Without wasting any words, thunder burst out from his palm, and in an instant, the impostor was blown into pieces.
The counterfeit was gone, and the play lost its protagonist. In an instant, Zhang Zhiwei felt many eyes focused on him.
The King of Hell, the Judge, the God of Death, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, etc. in the hall who were originally unable to see him can finally see him!
"Inner demon, I know you are hiding in the King of Hell's Palace and you won't come out. Do you want me to pull you out?" Zhang Zhiwei said.
In response, the King of Hell roared:
"Come on, capture this villain for me!"
Immediately afterwards, many eerie and evil spirits rushed in from outside the temple, surrounded Zhang Zhiwei, and attacked him wave after wave like a tide.
But Zhang Zhiwei was fearless. He angrily started a killing spree, brandishing his halberd and starting a war. He killed the Ox-Head with a slap of his front hand, and the Horse-Face with a slap of his back hand. He killed the White Impermanence with a blow to the head, and then turned around and killed the Black Impermanence with a palm...
In just a few minutes, the last ghost fell to the ground.
The entire gloomy hall was cleared out, leaving only the King of Hell slumped on the throne.
"You're the mouthpiece of my inner demon, aren't you? You're really good at putting on a bad face. Even my master never said that to me!"
Zhang Zhiwei casually pulled a soul-catching chain from Niutou's corpse and walked towards the King of Hell.
"You thief, you lunatic, how dare you cause such trouble in the underworld? Even the gods and Buddhas in heaven will not let you go!"
King Yama had a gloomy face and was furious with helplessness.
"The last person to cause trouble in the underworld has become the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!"
Zhang Zhiwei swung the soul-catching iron chain, wrapped it around the King of Hell's neck, and pulled him closer. He said calmly,
"You were a fake when you asked me that. Now I'll tell you the answer. Good and evil in this world are determined by stance. Just like sheep and wolves, when you use kindness to protect the sheep from the wolves, it's evil to the wolves because they will starve to death."
"If we don't take the right stance, what they consider to be great good is what I consider to be great evil. And I've always been someone who takes a stance. If you're on my side, then you're good. If you're on the other side, then you're evil. I'll kill you, and that's called enforcing justice on behalf of Heaven. As for who is Heaven and who is the Way, that's not for you to decide!"
While speaking, Zhang Zhiwei kept tightening the soul-catching iron chain, making it impossible for the King of Hell to utter a word.
He is not here to debate with the other party. The other party just needs to listen and die after listening.
Accompanied by a "click" sound.
The King of Hell's head fell to the ground, and Zhang Zhiwei strangled him with an iron chain.
"Get out!"
Zhang Zhiwei shouted angrily and stomped on the ground hard. With a rumbling sound, the ground cracked like a spider web.
Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, reached into the crack and grabbed a ferocious white ape with a green head and a white body, surrounded by lightning. He grabbed the neck and pulled it out.
"I got you!"
In Zhang Zhiwei's hands, the monkey struggled and roared, trying to escape underground, but was pulled out bit by bit.
The raging waves were also pulled out together. Zhang Zhiwei pulled out his mind as if he had pulled out the plug from the eye of the sea.
“Crash!”
The turbid waves, yellow and smelly, hit the wall and rose up. The waves that were selective in devouring people broke through the Hall of Yama and rushed out. In an instant, they submerged the underworld and turned it into a vast ocean of suffering.
But these evil waves can destroy the Palace of Yama, but they cannot destroy Zhang Zhiwei.
In the dim sea of suffering, a brilliant golden light flickered and floated in it. Zhang Zhiwei held the ferocious white ape's neck tightly with his hands.
The inner monkey transformed from the inner demon can evolve into the underworld in the inner scene and turn it into a raging sea of suffering. It is almost omnipotent.
But in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, there was not even a trace of wind or waves. He struggled like an ordinary drowning person, kicking his legs wildly, and holding Zhang Zhiwei's forearm tightly with his hands.
"I can feel the weight of this sea of suffering. The influence of this inner vision on my body is even more profound. Such skillful use of it, you didn't just appear recently, you appeared a long time ago, but it's only recently that my mind has been rioting, and you have taken advantage of this to manifest and come to the fore. Tell me, how many years have you been secretly 'observing' me?!"
Zhang Zhiwei gradually increased the strength in his hands, his face was full of rebellion, and his smile looked ferocious no matter how you looked at it.
He inexplicably gives people a feeling that the offense and defense have changed. He is the monkey that breaks into the underworld and makes trouble in the heavenly palace, and the monkey is the victim.
