# 1117
Chapter 1117: Distractions
"I can understand that one must find the pure land in their heart to enter the heavenly kingdom, but why must we specifically chant the name of your Holy Sovereign from the Western Holy Cult?"
"Chanting the Lord's name is to resonate with the heavenly kingdom, to perceive its existence and lower the difficulty of entry." Michael said calmly, "If your heart is pure and flawless, you can step directly into the heavenly kingdom without needing to chant the Lord's name. However, besides newborn infants, very few people can achieve this."
Lin Qiye nodded, "Understood... Then when do we enter?"
"Now."
Michael rose from his seat, his figure flashing outside the cabin. His form rapidly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, he became a giant. Six pristine white wings extended from his back, restoring his original appearance as a Seraph.
He was shrouded in holy golden light, like a sun, dispelling the mist and darkness over the sea. Golden fog rolled continuously, dazzling to look at.
He hovered in the air, his furnace-like eyes sweeping across the cabin as he spoke lightly:
"I'll wait for you in the heavenly kingdom. Hurry up."
The six wings on his back trembled lightly, and his figure vanished on the spot. The endless golden radiance receded like a tide, and the world fell into darkness and silence once more.
Inside the cabin, Lin Qiye and the others exchanged glances, all seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Let's begin."
An Qingyu placed Jiang Er's coffin beside her and sat down on the spot. Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu likewise sat cross-legged on the deck, their forms swaying gently with the vessel.
Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes.
"Eliminate distractions, find the pure land in the heart..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself.
Back in the training camp, the instructors had already taught methods to empty the mind and quickly enter a meditative state. Though he didn't know if the "pure land in the heart" required for entering the heavenly kingdom differed from this process, for eliminating distractions, it should be the same.
He took a deep breath, imagining a crystal-clear crystal in his mind, gradually emptying the thoughts in his brain. His entire person sat motionless like a stone sculpture.
Lin Qiye's consciousness rapidly descended. Thoughts passed through his mind like meteors falling from the horizon, flashing and disappearing. None could stir his focus or divert his attention.
At this moment, he seemed to stand in a pristine corridor, with closed doors on both sides. He stared fixedly at the door at the end of the corridor, decisively walking forward, never glancing at the doors around him. Even when distractions occasionally rolled through his heart, he quickly suppressed them.
If it were before using the Ghost God's Guide to guard the Sacred Tablet, it might have been extremely difficult for Lin Qiye to eliminate distractions, break through confusion, and find the pure land in his heart. But after experiencing death and rebirth, his thoughts had become crystal clear, and the path beneath his feet was clearer than ever.
Soon, Lin Qiye stood before the deepest door in his heart, reached out his hand, and gently grasped the door handle...
Inside the swaying cabin, four figures sat with closed eyes, motionless. Only the surging waves and the creaking of the deck swaying filled the air.
Suddenly, a faint white light flashed. Jiang Er, lying in the coffin, vanished as if she had never existed.
A few seconds later, Lin Qiye, seated in the center, parted his lips slightly, seeming to softly murmur something. A white light also flickered across his body, and he vanished without a trace.
...
Lin Qiye felt a sudden brightness around him. Opening his eyes, he found himself standing on a cloud of pristine white.
To be precise, this was a ground formed by countless layers of clouds. The clouds churned, and among them, he could see hidden pristine white bricks. His feet stood in the clouds as he looked up at the sky. The azure heavens were within reach, as if he could reach out and touch the sky simply by extending his hand.
Not far beside him, a golden angel with six wings on its back floated silently in the air, radiating holy radiance.
"Welcome to the heavenly kingdom." Michael spoke lightly.
"So this is the heavenly kingdom?" Lin Qiye looked around. Apart from white clouds and blue sky, he didn't see anything else.
"Oh!"
A startled girl's voice came from behind Lin Qiye.
He turned to see Jiang Er in a white dress, standing barefoot among the clouds. She was looking down at her own hands, eyes full of surprise. "My physical body didn't come, but my magnetic field did? Why is that?"
"Because the deceased cannot enter the heavenly kingdom." Michael in the sky explained calmly, "Your physical body has no vitality, so it cannot come here, but your consciousness survives in the form of a magnetic field. Therefore, it temporarily separates your magnetic field from your physical form, only admitting your magnetic field."
Jiang Er nodded thoughtfully.
A moment later, another flash of white light appeared, and An Qingyu's form manifested beside Lin Qiye. He slowly opened his eyes, also curiously打量着四周 (surveying his surroundings).
Seeing him appear, a thought suddenly flashed through Lin Qiye's mind—if the condition for entering the heavenly kingdom was purity of heart, could the order in which they entered reflect the amount of distractions in their hearts?
Based on the current situation, Jiang Er's heart was the purest. She had almost no distractions. Then came himself, who had experienced death and rebirth. An Qingyu entered third, which meant he also had quite a few distractions, likely related to his desire for knowledge... What about Brother Zhai?
Lin Qiye looked around but didn't see Shen Qingzhu.
"Where's Brother Zhai?" he asked.
"I don't know." An Qingyu shook his head, "When I came in, Brother Zhai seemed to still be sitting outside."
It seemed Shen Qingzhu had quite a few distractions in his heart...
Lin Qiye nodded slightly, "Then let's wait for him."
...
Cabin.
Waves crashed against the deck, emitting low rumbling sounds. The candle on the table was nearly burned out, flickering continuously.
In the empty cabin, only a figure draped in a deep crimson cloak sat motionless on the ground. His brow was furrowed, the fists resting on his knees couldn't help but clench, and beads of sweat seeped from his brow.
Shen Qingzhu's eyes snapped open. His breathing grew heavy.
He paused for a moment in place, then lowered his head, staring blankly at his own hands. His expression was complex.
His distractions... were too many.
Whenever Shen Qingzhu tried to enter a meditative state and empty his mind, the scenes from the惨烈 (bloody) defensive battle at the Pamir Plateau would involuntarily flood his heart. Anger, self-blame, and helplessness were like surging waves, battering his peace of mind.
He couldn't empty himself. He couldn't enter the pure land in his heart... Just as he hadn't been able to peacefully enter a sound sleep for days on end.