Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 947 - 68 Hand Seal_2
Chapter 947: Chapter 68: Hand Seal_2
Chapter 947 -68: Hand Seal_2
Mr. Xu Jing asked again.
“Of course not.”
The Element Sage spoke in a mild tone, “Blossoming at the core, internal and external cooperation, clearing obstacles, it’s not that simple. During this period, what you Celestial Court plan to do is beyond my concern, but the Supreme Council has decided to intensify the suppression of the demonic civilization while simultaneously launching an attack on the divine civilizations.”
“Fighting on two fronts, can you handle it?”
Mr. Xu Jing slightly furrowed his brows, somewhat puzzled, “It’s our Human Immortal Civilization that faces the crisis of the end of the law; we should be the ones in a hurry. Why does it seem like the Supreme Council is even more anxious than us? Is there something I don’t know?”
“The Wizard Civilization originated much later than the celestial, demonic, insect, divine, and abyssal civilizations of this and our universes. Why do you think the Wizard Civilization managed to rise above and not only reach the summit of our universe but also take the lead in annihilating the Insect Race?”
The Element Sage counter-asked.
Mr. Xu Jing gave it some serious thought, had a guess, but did not express it outright.
Seeing this, the Element Sage smiled slightly and flashed away from the spherical space.
This is the greatest difference between Wizard Civilization and Human Immortal Civilization.
One is direct, the other is implicit.
One is never satisfied with the status quo and actively explores; the other, if not necessary, will not make unnecessary moves.
At its core, the essence of Wizard Civilization and Human Immortal Civilization is starkly different, much like the divergence between pirates/nomads and agriculturalists.
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This was Link’s second time experiencing this feeling.
The first was accepting the summons of the Supreme Council, participating in their test of Elise Clark, intervening in the special state of the Human Immortal Martial World in the form of reincarnation.
This time, the feeling was a bit worse.
If last time was like being tossed in a tumble dryer, this time it was like being stuffed into a meat grinder.
The former only caused dizziness, while the latter inflicted intense pain.
Pain!
So painful!
My head hurts so much!
After an unknown amount of time, unaware of what had happened, all other sensations disappeared, leaving Link with only this feeling.
His whole being except for the feeling of pain was numb.
Again, after an unknown amount of time and unaware of what had happened, the pain gradually subsided.
A stream of cool and refreshing Qi entered his head, beginning to repair his “brain” that had been shredded.
Unfortunately, the amount of this cool and refreshing Qi was insufficient to completely heal the shredded “brain” in one go.
In a dazed and blurred state, Link roughly estimated that he would need another five or six times this amount of cool Qi.
Fortunately, indeed five or six more streams of cool Qi came subsequently, repairing the shredded “brain”.
The sensation above his neck finally returned.
His eyes were still unable to open, but he could now hear sounds, smell scents, and taste flavors.
Thud, thud, thud…
Listening to the heavy footsteps, Link knew that Monk Liao Chen had arrived; it was time for his medication.
With a thud.
A tray was placed on the cabinet beside the bed.
Link’s body was propped up by a pair of large rough hands, sitting him up in bed.
A towel was placed around his neck, and his mouth was pried open.
Soon after, a spoonful of extremely bitter medicine was poured into his mouth and gulped down.
“Monk Liao Fan, Brother knows you’ve already woken up,” Monk Liao Chen mumbled as he fed Link the medicine, “You just can’t open your eyes or speak yet, but you know everything Brother does and says. Brother has to tell you, you need to fully wake up soon. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?”
A gentle and deep voice came from behind Monk Liao Chen.
Monk Liao Chen, apparently unaware of the oddity, continued to feed Link the medicine and kept babbling, “Otherwise, you’ll miss out on this selection for the Dharma Hall. That guy Liao Xin, he definitely caused your accident, making you fall off the cliff and injure your brain on purpose. You need to wake up quickly, defeat Liao Xin, that scoundrel, and thwart the sinister plot!”
“Hmph!”
The gentle and generous voice rang out again, carrying a certain dignity and a hint of anger, scolding, “Liao Chen, when did I teach you to speak ill of your brothers behind their backs?”
“Ah?”
Monk Liao Chen finally reacted at this moment, quickly overturning the medicine bowl, stood up, and bowed, “Monk Liao Chen greets Master.”
After finishing the bow, Monk Liao Chen was completely flustered, his expression awkward, not knowing what to say.
He genuinely hadn’t noticed that Master had silently arrived in his junior brother Liao Fan’s bedroom; he also hadn’t recognized earlier that it was his master’s voice.
“Go out and take your punishment at the Precepts Hall by yourself.”
The gentle and generous voice issued Monk Liao Chen’s punishment, yet it allowed Monk Liao Chen to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, master.”
Relieved, Monk Liao Chen bowed again and then hurriedly fled.
Going to the Precepts Hall to take punishment was indeed much lighter than listening to the master recite scriptures.
Link, who could sense the outside noises, listened as Monk Liao Chen’s master approached the bed step by step, then sat down and continued to administer the medicine without speaking.
Amid the silence, a bowl of bitter medicinal soup was poured into his stomach, generating a stream of cooling Qi, healing the injuries sustained by his torso and limbs.
This medicinal soup was truly miraculous, as the injuries to the torso and limbs were lighter than those to the head.
Just a stream of cooling Qi allowed Link to regain sensory functions.
If he could have one or two more bowls, his motor functions would fully recover.
After feeding him the medicine, Monk Liao Chen’s master placed the bowl aside, neither leaving nor speaking, just quietly gazing at Link.
Or rather, at his disciple, Monk Liao Fan.
Link controlled his thoughts, keeping them from revealing even the slightest fluctuation.
After a while, the gentle and generous voice spoke up, “Amitabha Buddha. Liao Fan, remember this: as a person of the Buddhist Sect, you must have the heart of a Bodhisattva but also act with the hands of Vajra. The matter with Liao Xin hurting you cannot end well, then let it not end, ended Liao Xin shall be. After you fully recover, come to me, and I will teach you the Sumeru Supporting Palm.”
Leaving behind these words, Monk Liao Chen’s master stood up and left.
Link wasn’t completely confused but he only obtained fragmented information.
After all, he didn’t inherit the life memories of the former body during the “Soul Seizing” process.
He pieced together a useful point from the conversation between the two monks: his predecessor, Monk Liao Fan, was harmed by another monk, Liao Xin, who pushed him off a cliff, causing his severe injuries.
The motive of Monk Liao Xin harming Monk Liao Fan was to eliminate a competitor “in advance,” securing a spot in the Dharma Hall.
Indeed, the world is bustling and chaotic, nowhere is truly serene.
However, the most pressing matter for Link wasn’t to settle the score with Liao Xin or compete for a place in the Dharma Hall, but to heal his injuries and think of a reason that wouldn’t give him away.
Maybe, amnesia?
After all, Monk Liao Fan’s head had suffered the most damage, requiring seven bowls of medicinal soup to heal.
The head injuries, which are the most likely to cause memory loss, could serve as a plausible excuse for his disguise.
“Let’s wait a bit more.”
After thinking for a moment, Link gave up on further thoughts and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, it was still Monk Liao Chen who came to administer Link’s medicine, continuing the same rhythm, muttering while feeding him.
From Monk Liao Chen’s muttered content, Link learned the monastic name of his “master,” Monk Yuanzhi.
He also found out that Monk Liao Chen had been harshly punished with ten strokes of the disciplinary cane at the Precepts Hall yesterday, leaving his behind sore.
After drinking this bowl of medicine, his torso and body’s motor functions hadn’t fully recovered, but he could open his eyes and speak.
This made Monk Liao Chen very happy.
However, Link intentionally displaying a dumb and slow demeanor, again made Monk Liao Chen, as imposing as a Vajra, deeply worried, who hurriedly went to invite his master, Monk Yuanzhi.
“Master, what’s wrong with my junior brother?”
Monk Liao Chen paced back and forth, causing the wooden floor to creak anxiously.
“No harm.”
After carefully inspecting the feigned state of dullness and slowness, Monk Yuanzhi spoke gently, “Head injuries are not so easily cured by medicinal soup alone. Wait for me to apply a method, and then I can completely awaken your junior brother.”
Saying this, Monk Yuanzhi extended his right hand, forming the Fearless Mudra, and pointed at Monk Liao Fan’s brow.
The next second, Monk Liao Fan’s life memories revived, and Link received them all.
Thanks, old iron!
