Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 949 - 69 State of Affairs_2

Chapter 949: Chapter 69: State of Affairs_2

Chapter 949 -69: State of Affairs_2

The Dharma Hall serves as a place for intensive cultivation practice, with an examination held annually within the entire Zen Institution. Only those who pass the examination are qualified to enter the Dharma Hall for intense study and practice.

The Arhat Hall is where one begins their cultivation journey. New disciples to the Zen Institution must first cultivate in the Arhat Hall before being assigned elsewhere.

The Sutra Pavilion, as its name suggests, is the place where scriptures are stored.

The Precepts Hall and Reception Pavilion have already been explained.

Both the Hongfo Hall and Scriptures Debating Pavilion are places for the study and practice of Buddhism, focusing on the internal study of scriptures and the external promotion of Buddhism.

Monk Liao Fan entered the White Horse Zen Institution at the age of thirteen. He first learned Buddhist teachings in the Scriptures Debating Pavilion, then cultivated in the Arhat Hall, and was later assigned to the Reception Pavilion. He is currently applying for the qualification to enter the Dharma Hall for intensive study and practice.

Nineteen years old, Third Level Wizard.

At this age and with this cultivation level, one would certainly be considered a genius within Wizard civilization.

However, among the current batch of disciples at the White Horse Zen Institution, he could only be considered above average, with a fairly good chance of entering the Dharma Hall, yet still faced with fierce competition.

And in this part of the World, the White Horse Zen Institution is truly just an ordinary power.

“Indeed, the remnants of Buddhism have withstood for so long, possessing a force not to be underestimated,” Link muttered to himself, taking this mission more seriously.

Immediately, Link stopped pacing and sat on the bed, beginning to think about other matters.

The Element Sage had said that the Soul Seizing Magic Tool would allow the six of them to “seize” bodies at random.

Six versus twelve does not simply reduce to a ratio of 1:2.

Finding Jasmine, Elise, Frist, Lotson, and Medici among the vast population of twelve human-inhabitable worlds was easier said than done.

Moreover, to decrease the risk of exposure, the Soul Seizing Magic Tool had forbidden the use of their wizard abilities and didn’t allow them to bring any Magic Tools.

Their sole reliance was the fate induction between each other.

Yes, fate induction.

Wizard civilization only disobeys the so-called fate but still acknowledges its existence.

This time, the four Sages collaborated in crafting the Soul Seizing Magic Tool, incorporating into it the rule of fate induction.

Link knew about this when Lotson was the first to lie down in the sleep chamber, boasting to him about it using a secret sound transmission method.

After all, it was the Mysterious Sage Wizard Nostrodamus who delved deepest into the study of fate within Wizard civilization.

The rule of fate induction used in the Soul Seizing Magic Tool was precisely the discovery of the Saint of Nostrodamus.

Lotson certainly had the privilege to boast.

At that time, Link had realized that Lotson was ostensibly boasting but was actually giving a hint.

Lotson was there to carry out the Supreme Council’s plan for espionage behind enemy lines, only because he was tasked by the Wizard World Will to accompany Link.

To better and more quickly accomplish the mission, Lotson, of course, wanted Link, the main character of this plan, to obtain more information that would be conducive to completing the plan.

Having spent so much time on the concepts of “fate” and “predetermined fate,” Link had developed a pretty good understanding of the intangible concept.

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Now recalling the hint from Lotson, Link guessed and vaguely thought of a feasible method.

However, it was not yet the time to go looking for Jasmine, Elise, and the others. He needed to establish a firm foothold in this World first.

Having settled on a plan, Link did not get up to move around or think about anything else and lay down on the bed to sleep and rest.

Health is the foundation of everything. It’s essential to take good care of one’s body before considering other matters.

In Monk Yuanzhi’s meditation chamber.

Sitting opposite Monk Yuanzhi was Monk Liao Chen, whose physique resembled a Vajra and whose countenance and temperament had shifted from the usual honesty to a serene detachment. He sat cross-legged, accompanying Monk Yuanzhi as they both watched the basin of water before them.

Through the water’s surface in the basin, Monk Yuanzhi and Monk Liao Chen could clearly see everything happening in Monk Liao Fan’s bedroom.

Link’s pacing, Link’s contemplation—all were witnessed by the master and disciple pair.

When Link finally lay down to sleep and remained still, Monk Yuanzhi lightly brushed his right hand, dispersing the images on the water’s surface.

“Master, there’s nothing wrong with the younger brother, is there?” Monk Liao Chen asked immediately.

“Amitabha Buddha,” Monk Yuanzhi chanted the Buddha’s name with his hands joined and slowly closed his eyes, “All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, or shadows; like dewdrops or a flash of lightning; thus should we view them.”

Without further elaboration after reciting this scripture, Monk Yuanzhi remained silent.

Monk Liao Chen, however, understood what Monk Yuanzhi meant and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

As the master bowed his head with the compassion of a Bodhisattva, the disciple’s eyes blazed with the fury of a Vajra.

Elsewhere.

Dressed in a black battle uniform, Jasmine stood atop a mountain peak, overlooking the city at the base of the mountain.

Behind Jasmine, two squads of well-trained elite cavalry stood perfectly still, silent and unmoving, both men and horses alike.

A carriage raced up the mountain from halfway up, as if on level ground. A young maid in white leaped from the carriage, quickly approaching Jasmine with a respectful bow, and then spoke, “Commandery Princess, the Prince requests your swift return to the estate. Please do not act on impulse. No matter what, Governor Liu has the public interest at heart when he initiated the conscription during the winter months, driving the people to labor.”

“The public interest?” Jasmine repeated the term indifferently.

Soon after, she turned slightly, gazing towards another mountain.

That mountain was not tall, merely a thousand ren high.

In terms of Wizard civilization’s measurement units, that was roughly 230 meters.

Yet carving a 230-meter-high mountain into the statue of a seated Buddha by hand, without the aid of machinery, was an immensely grand project.