Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 88 Strange Things

Lin Mu twirled the Wind Spear in his palm, and the spear gleamed with a deep, dark golden luster in the morning light.

He took a step forward, the tip of his spear thrusting out.

A short, sharp hissing sound exploded in the air, and the spiraling force, wrapped in the dark gold patterns of the Nine Infants mark, climbed up the shaft of the spear to the tip.

Wherever the spear tip passed, it stirred up bone fragments from the ground, forming a thin tornado in the sunlight.

He sheathed his gun, held it horizontally, and thrust the tip into a piece of discarded bone next to him.

The piece of bone was as big as a millstone and as hard as iron. The moment the spear tip pierced it, the bone split open in the middle.

The crack extended all the way to the bottom of the aggregate, splitting the entire aggregate in two, with a smooth, mirror-like cut surface.

Quan Feng straightened up from the wall, the dagger stopping between his fingers.

Ye Gang squatted down and touched the cracked surface of the bone with his finger, his fingertip lingering on the surface for a long time.

A glint flashed in Ye Huaijin's eyes, as if he had some ideas.

Lin Mu placed the Wind Thorn across his knees, his fingers slowly stroking from the butt of the spear to the tip.

The increase is at least 50%.

The attack range is much greater than that of a fist. The same hidden force, when delivered through the bone spear, can extend nearly ten feet away with the spiraling force at the spear tip.

Ye Gang reached for the spear.

Rough hands cradled the gun barrel, tracing the cold gleam of the tip inch by inch from the butt of the gun, as if caressing a beloved lover.

He was just a little puzzled as to why the patterns on the Demon God Weapon were only a short section less than the length of a thumb.

"What's its name?"

"Let's call it Windthorn."

Ye Gang carefully placed the Wind Thorn back on the chopping board and took a step back.

Quan Feng had already jumped down from the wall, the short knife twirling rapidly between his fingers: "Where's my knife?"

"Wait until tomorrow."

"I've used up too much energy today, and I'm afraid it will affect my forging."

Just as Ye Huaijin was about to speak, Lin Mu spoke first: "The Ye family's appointment is the day after tomorrow."

Hopefully, the original mark of a normal monster can be replicated the day after tomorrow.

As evening fell, Lin Mu arrived at the Palace Guard.

Yu Mubai was flipping through a stack of files on the grand chair in the main hall when he heard Lin Mu arrive. He placed the files on the table and said, "Wenjuren is waiting for you in the backyard."

Lin Mu nodded and walked through the main hall.

Just then, they saw Yue'er chasing after Wen Haoran.

"Brother Haoran."

"You're not really planning to teach that martial artist literature, are you?"

"Can he learn it?"

"A martial artist at the Transformation Realm who hasn't even read the 'Three Reflections' and doesn't even know how to write the characters for 'righteousness'—what are you going to teach him?"

Wen Haoran stopped and turned to look at her.

The evening breeze blew in from the alley entrance, causing the ink bamboo on his scholar's robe to tremble slightly.

He didn't answer immediately, but gently tapped the bamboo slip in his palm, then raised his eyes: "Yue'er, he's a martial artist, how can he cultivate the path of literature?"

"So, does that mean I, a descendant of a demon, can cultivate the Way of Literature?"

"The way of literature is not about status, but about the heart of the Way."

Yue'er opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

She watched Wen Haoran turn and walk into the courtyard, stomped her foot, pouted, and followed him in, muttering behind him, "How can that be the same...?"

"You're Brother Haoran."

However, the sound was a bit quieter.

Lin Mu waited a moment before pushing the door open and entering.

The courtyard was very quiet, with smooth blue bricks paving the ground, and not a single weed growing in the gaps.

In the very center of the courtyard stands an old locust tree, its canopy covering half of the yard.

Wen Haoran sat under the tree, with a low table in front of him and a thin booklet on it.

He was still wearing that moon-white scholar's robe, with a bamboo embroidered on the lapel, and the bamboo slips resting on his lap.

Yue'er sat on the stone stool behind him, idly counting bamboo sticks.

"sit."

Wen Haoran pointed to the prayer mat opposite him.

Lin Mu sat cross-legged on the futon and clenched his fists.

He had observed the two literary arts, Haoran Qi and Sanxing Shu, several times, but he had no reaction to the martial arts.

Now that I have the opportunity to observe Qingxin up close, I might be able to grasp even a small part of the basics.

Wen Haoran picked up the thin booklet from the table, opened it to the first page, and pushed it in front of Lin Mu.

Several lines of text were written in neat small regular script on the paper, the ink still fresh, as if it had been copied hastily.

"The Mind-Clearing Mantra: Calm the mind and concentrate the spirit, guide the Qi with intention, and follow the meridians."

"Recite this passage first, and I will demonstrate it to you after your mind is clear."

Wen Haoran pointed to the words on the paper: "You can read, right? Read it after me."

Lin Mu looked down at the few lines of text.

If the heart is pure as ice, even a collapsing sky will not alarm it. Amidst countless changes, it remains steadfast, its spirit serene and tranquil. Untouched by dust or grime, unblemished by worldly appearances, it is a state of serene emptiness, utterly devoid of anything.

……

After he finished reading, he looked up at Wen Haoran and waited for a moment.

Lin Mu: "..."

That's it? You want me to study?

I came to see Little Sweetie, but you brought me Mrs. Cow.

Wen Haoran ignored his questioning gaze.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, with bamboo slips resting on his lap, his eyelids slightly lowered, and began to explain the profound meaning of the Heart-Clearing Mantra word by word.

How to recite scriptures every morning and evening, cultivate one's mind and spirit, and how to maintain clarity of mind when one's spirit is disturbed by external evils.

Perhaps fearing that Lin Mu wouldn't be able to read, he spoke slowly, as if he were teaching a newly enrolled child to read, so earnest that it sounded a bit long-winded.

Lin Mu: "..."

He sat cross-legged on the futon, reciting along, memorizing along, and silently reciting the mantra from beginning to end several times.

By the time evening classes ended, it was completely dark.

Wen Haoran then picked up the bamboo slips from his lap and stood up: "That concludes today's lessons."

"I will perform a mind-cleansing incantation for you."

He pulled his right hand out of his sleeve, his fingertips hovering three inches in front of Lin Mu's brow.

A gentle, calming ripple, like a clear mountain spring flowing into his brow, soothed his meridians and gradually calmed his restless blood and qi.

At the same time, the martial arts manual that had been dormant in Lin Mu's mind for many days suddenly became slightly warm.

The Mind-Clearing Mantra can be replicated.

Lin Mu closed his eyes and silently said "yes" in his heart.

A gentle and tranquil warm current slowly spread along the meridians, completely different from the fierce and explosive power of martial arts and the wild and domineering nature of the demonic source.

It was extremely light and faint, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreading silently and then merging into the depths of his mind.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The trapped beast in his dantian was completely subdued by the power of the Heart-Cleansing Technique, more effective than pouring ten buckets of mountain spring water.

If I suffer a backlash in the future, I won't have to rely solely on cold water to tough it out.

Lin Muchao and Wen Haoran cupped their hands in thanks.

"I'll still be here tomorrow at 5 PM."

Wen Haoran flipped through the Book of Ten Thousand People in his hand and continued his cultivation.

Lin Mu nodded, got up and walked out.

He walked on the bluestone pavement of the inner city, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wind thorns, his mind racing with thoughts.

The Purifying Heart Technique should be the simplest technique in the world of literature and Taoism.

The martial arts can replicate the Pure Heart Technique, but not the Righteous Qi, because the Righteous Qi is too strong.

wrong.

Even the strongest righteous energy should not be stronger than the original mark of a demon beast.

Moreover, this booklet, titled "The Myriad Methods of Martial Arts," can replicate both the source of demons and the path of literature.

There must be something fishy about this.