The next day.
Early that morning, looking at Lian Youming's pale face, Yan Beitong said earnestly, "I know you two have been apart for a while, but you still need to exercise some restraint."
His brothers-in-law beside him all stifled their laughter, nearly burying their faces in their bowls.
At the table, the whole family ate and drank as usual, while he alone had a medicinal meal. Yan's Father's words left him not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but recalling what had happened last night still filled him with lingering dread.
What the hell.
That White Bone Contemplation meditation technique was actually this terrifying.
If it was this dangerous, how had the White Lotus Sect Master mastered it?
Or had I visualized it wrong?
His thoughts shifted as he drank the bitter medicinal porridge. Only after his brothers-in-law finished eating and left did he ask his father-in-law, "Dad, do you know about White Bone Contemplation?"
Yan Beitong wore a loose tank top, his scalp gleaming. He held a bowl of porridge, accompanied by pickled vegetables, a plate of meat rice dumplings, and a salted duck egg. "A Buddhist School meditation technique? That's rather unusual. They call it seated meditation and visualization, seeing the real through the unreal, but to my mind, it's more like self-hypnosis. If your mind isn't steady, though, things can very easily go wrong."
Seeing how attentively Lian Youming listened, Yan's Father stopped picking up food. He thought for a moment, then explained carefully, "Are you interested in this meditation technique? When I was young, I once sought the Spirit Possession Technique, thinking I could kill enemies and serve my country. But in Fujian, I met an old temple keeper. He said those things were all fake, self-hypnosis, a kind of Visualization Method. And compared with