Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 126 The Tranquility Mantra

"Don't you believe me?"

Wen Yanniang smiled slightly and took out a small bell from her bosom.

The bell is only the size of a thumb, dark gold in color, and its surface is engraved with fine and ancient patterns.

She held the bell between her fingers and shook it gently.

Ring ring.

The bell rang clearly and melodiously, as if it came from the depths of a dark and ancient forest.

Lin Mu kept his eyes fixed on Yan Niang, trying to catch any trace of her perception technique in her movements—whether it was literary arts or pure observation.

Then his body suddenly stopped responding to his commands.

His qi and blood suddenly exploded in his meridians, as if someone had detonated a bomb inside him. The demonic beast origin imprints that he had suppressed daily with the Heart-Cleansing Mantra all went berserk at the same moment.

The extreme yang and dryness of the Candle Dragon Mark surged forth from the depths of his dantian, burning his entire body until his skin turned red.

The lingering chill of the Nine Infants' mark followed closely behind, forcefully suppressing the burning heat into a agonizing pain of intertwined ice and fire.

His veins bulged out from under his skin, his muscles were bulging like rolling mountains, stretching his gray tunic to the point of bursting, and his eyes switched wildly between crimson and dark gold.

While he was still conscious, he used the last bit of clarity to activate the Mind-Clearing Mantra.

He placed three fingers of his right hand together on his brow, chanting, "If the heart is pure as ice, it will not be alarmed even if the sky collapses..." A faint blue light emanated from his fingertips.

This time, however, the azure light of the Heart-Clearing Technique shattered into pieces the moment it touched the skin, as if a drop of water had been dropped into boiling oil, only a wisp of white steam rising before it was completely swallowed up.

He activated it again, and the azure light shattered once more. Again, it shattered again, and again.

Until his fingers could no longer grip the sword incantation, the chanting in his throat turned into a beastly growl.

Just as he was about to lose his last shred of consciousness, Wen Yanniang moved.

She put the demon-summoning bell back into her bosom, raised her right hand, and lightly touched Lin Mu's forehead with her index finger.

Her voice was soft and steady, each word like a bubble slowly rising from the bottom of a deep pool, silently blooming in the air.

Wen Yanniang put the demon-summoning bell back into her bosom, raised her right hand, and lightly touched his forehead with her index finger three inches in front of his brow.

"Dust in the mind can be swept away to cleanse; noise in the spirit can be calmed by stillness. A myriad of thoughts surge like a tide, but the vital energy returns to stillness. All demonic influences are swept away, restoring my clarity..."

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Pure white light overflowed from her fingertips, like a clear mountain spring flowing into her brow and slowly flowing along her meridians.

The extreme yang and dryness of the candle dragon were enveloped by the white light and extinguished inch by inch.

The lingering chill of the Nine-Headed Serpent was gradually dispelled by the white light, layer by layer.

Wherever the white light passed, the rampaging demonic energy, like a tamed wild beast, retreated back into the depths of its meridians, no longer struggling or roaring.

The crimson in Lin Mu's eyes slowly faded, the bulging veins subsided one by one, and the knotted muscles relaxed, returning to their original lean and muscular outline.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the blue bricks, leaving dark dots.

At the same time, the martial arts techniques in his mind felt slightly warm.

After observing, you can replicate the Wendao: Mind-Calming Mantra.

Whether it will be a replica.

He silently said "yes" to himself.

A warm current slowly spread along the meridians, inheriting the gentle tranquility of the Heart-Clearing Mantra, but deeper, more profound, and more substantial.

【Meditation Mantra 1/1000】.

Seeing that Lin Mu's eyes had cleared, Yan Niang said, "I'm giving you a lesson. Never again should you have any thoughts of killing."

"This is the Demon-Summoning Bell, which can awaken the most frenzied part of a demon beast's bloodline."

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"Haoran grew up listening to the Demon-Summoning Bell, which not only allows him to withstand the impact of the bell with his demonic body, but also enables him to cultivate the Dao of Literature."

You still have a long way to go.

She withdrew her finger, her tone still soft and gentle.

"Take a good rest."

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After saying that, he picked up Xiaoxiao and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Things are not peaceful lately. Try to stay in Xianzong as much as possible to protect your life."

"If anything happens to you, Haoran will have a hard time explaining it when he comes back."

After speaking, Yan Niang's figure slowly left, her moon-white dress trailing behind her on the bamboo path with a soft rustling sound.

Just as she stepped out of the inn, a figure silently emerged from the shadows of the bamboo grove.

He was tall and robust, dressed in dark gray short brown, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his forearms were muscular and gnarled like the roots of an old tree.

An old knife scar runs diagonally from the end of the right eyebrow bone to the cheekbone.

That was her bodyguard, Qin Wu, a master of the Gang Jin realm.

He walked to Wen Yanniang's side and said in a deep voice, "Why keep this kid around?"

"He just tried to kill you."

Wen Yanniang did not stop walking.

"In this Heyuan incident, the Wen family has wronged Haoran."

"It is perfectly normal for him to announce that he will take Hao as his surname and bring his second sister to Xianzong now."

"But his sudden shift from studying literature to martial arts is baffling."

"He should know that cultivating both literary and martial arts has always been a taboo within sects."

"Moreover, he recently gathered many martial arts masters and watched them practice every day."

"I don't know what that means."

"In short, Haoran's recent behavior has been very strange."

"What does that have to do with Lin Mu?" Qin Wu asked, puzzled.

"Haoran mentioned Lin Mu in his letter to me, and he spoke highly of him."

"This means that Lin Mu is one of the few people he can talk to."

"If one day Haoran ignores everyone, I'll always have someone he can talk to."

"Leave yourself an escape route."

Yan Niang sighed and then left.

After the two had walked away, Lin Mu finally came to his senses.

He leaned against the door frame, walked to the table, sat down, and poured himself a glass of cold water.

The cool water flowed down my throat and into my stomach, finally extinguishing the lingering burning sensation.

The feeling of the calming mantra flowing into his body just now was completely different from that of the purification mantra.

The Mind-Clearing Mantra is like a clear spring flowing over stones, while the Calming Mantra is like soothing a raging river.

The power contained in that white light was remarkably similar to the fluctuations of the ancient symbols on the animal pattern he had studied for most of the night.

He walked to the door, peeked out and looked around to make sure there was no one else on the bamboo path before closing the bamboo door tightly.

He took the roll of paper out of his pocket and spread it out on the table.

The golden threads on the animal pattern gleamed warmly in the moonlight, and the symbols on each joint were intricately and mysteriously engraved, giving one a faint sense of antiquity.

He took a deep breath and lightly touched the top of a symbol on the animal pattern with his right index finger.

Close your eyes and silently recite the calming mantra.

If there is dust on your mind, you can wipe it clean.

The temple is noisy, but when calmed, it becomes quiet.

Myriad thoughts surge like a tide, but the vital energy returns to calm.

The evil influences have been completely dispelled, restoring peace and clarity to me.

A soft, pale white light emanated from her fingertips, exactly the same as when Yan Niang had used it earlier.

The moment the white light touched the symbol, the symbol suddenly lit up, like a sleeping seed trembling slightly in the darkness.

Then, a subtle and hidden ripple spread across the golden patterns on the entire animal pattern.

From the back of the neck to the tailbone, from the shoulder blades to the fingertips, wherever the ripples passed, those symbols lit up one after another, and then went out one after another.

The entire process lasted less than a breath before it completely dissipated.

In that instant, all the literary and Daoist power within his body was completely drained, leaving not a single drop.

He leaned back in his chair, his face as white as paper.

My fingers were still trembling slightly, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my arm.

The Tranquility Mantra places far greater demands on one's literary and Daoist heart than the Purification Mantra, and with his current mediocre literary and Daoist cultivation, he can only sustain it for a moment.

But that one moment was enough to confirm his conjecture.

The power of the calming mantra can affect the symbols on the animal pattern.

Those are some kind of bridge connecting the power of literature and the mark of the demonic source.