The text part of "The End of the World" is not difficult to remember, the really difficult part is the graphic part. Almost all of the text is an illustration of the human figure on the manuscript. Matsuyu's skill in sketching figures with a brush is obviously as profound as his attainments in landscape painting, and with just a few brushstrokes, he outlines the flow of mana in his body when he recites the mantra.

"Have you finished reading?" Not far away, Songyu sat in front of the low tomb, his hands sealed, and sat cross-legged.

"Hmm," Lin Junxuan raised his head and responded.

"Let's start practicing the first step of the mantra," Songyu said with a calm face.

"Yes, Master. ”

Lin Junxuan closed his eyes, silently recalled several human body drawings corresponding to the mantra of the word '咫' in his mind, and after a while, after confirming that there were no more errors, Lin Junxuan finally opened his eyes.

The hands were sealed, and the seal was shaped like a 'mouth', and then Lin Junxuan slowly mobilized the 'essence' in his body to lead it into the five fingers of his hands along his arms.

"The heart is like a mirror, the body is like a swallow, hold the yuan and keep one, and recite the mantra......" Lin Junxuan silently recited the key points when practicing, gradually dispelled distracting thoughts, relaxed the body, and slowly reached a thoughtless state. Suddenly, Lin Junxuan's eyes opened, and a low cry came out of his mouth:

'Phew!'

Before the word 'huh' came out, Lin Junxuan only felt that the 'mana' from his fingers to his elbows was instantly withdrawn by an invisible force and burst out from his five fingers. At the moment when the left and right thumbs closed, only to hear a 'crackle' sound, a spark suddenly burst out from between Lin Junxuan's closed left and right thumbs, drawing a red crack-like trace in the void, and then disappeared into the void.

Lin Junxuan was slightly stunned, looking up at the place where the spark finally disappeared, he didn't expect that this would happen when the word '咫' mantra moved. When that spark burst out, Lin Junxuan felt an extreme pleasure, as if in an instant, what burst out of the void was not a spark, but his own consciousness.

"It's basically a failure," a voice came from the wind, Lin Junxuan looked up, and saw Songyu sitting not far away, looking at himself through the darkness: "The same ancient seal character, different trills will have different effects." When you recite the mantra and seal your hands smoothly, and there is no gap in the mana in your body, you have completed the cultivation of the character '咫'. ”

Lin Junxuan was thoughtful when he heard this: "Thank you, teacher!"

"Keep practicing, Dao art is not so easy to cultivate. After saying this, Songyu closed his eyes again, and sat alone in front of the tomb, motionless.

took out the cultivation method that recorded the part of the word '咫' from his arms, and Lin Junxuan read it carefully again. Just now, whether it was a mudra or a mantra, Lin Junxuan thought that he had done it according to what he said in his heart, but in fact, he had not completed the mantra part of the word '咫'. There is a Taoist saying that 'you can only understand, not speak', and this sentence is often quoted by Confucianism, and many people think that it is Confucianism.

Lin Junxuan now understands that this sentence is actually the inheritance of Taoism. Anything that can be recorded in words is not the essence of Taoism. What words can carry is the physique of Taoism, not the 'essence' of Taoism. The 'essence' of Taoism needs to be explored, felt, and experienced with the heart, mind, and spirit.

Lin Junxuan sat in the halo of the torch, thinking silently. The situation when he just recited the mantra of the word '咫' slowly passed back from his mind like a return in time, and Lin Junxuan did not let go of any detail.

'Phew!'

A moment later, Lin Junxuan recited the mantra again. As soon as the word 'huh' came out, its sound was like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the four sides vibrate. 'Whew!' A flame suddenly escaped from Lin Junxuan's palm, soared for a few feet, and then disappeared into the cold night. Not far away, Matsuyu opened his eyes, and the blazing fire left a trail on his pupils before disappearing. Lin Yu just nodded and didn't say anything.

"The speed at which the mana is absorbed is too fast, and the mana in my body can't be transmitted at all. Lin Junxuan frowned and disappeared into deep thought.

"When, when you recite the mantra, there will be no sparks and flames from such accidents, and then you will be considered to have found the right direction. Matsuyu's voice came from the cold night.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice. One thought after another passed through his mind, and Lin Junxuan kept thinking. After a while, Lin Junxuan sealed his hands again and shouted in a low voice: "Hey!"

Looking down from the sky, the top of the mountain shriveled in darkness emitted a strange roar from time to time, and these sounds were accompanied by sparks, or flames, or various points of light that escaped, or a soft light, but all the visions were fleeting, and none of them were exactly the same.

'Phew!'......

'Phew!'......

The repeated sound flew from the thorny trees to the sky above the mountain, and then drifted in all directions in the dark night. The torches that Wei Wei brought with her had long since burned out, and the entire Xiaoshan Mountain was plunged into darkness. But Lin Junxuan didn't notice it at all, he completely sank into the world of Taoism. He kept changing the trilling sound of the word '咫' on the local details, and at the same time adjusting the mana fluctuations in his body, and gradually, the abnormal sparks and flames that appeared during cultivation disappeared.

"'Huh'!" Lin Junxuan let out a low sigh, his hands quickly sealed again, and at the moment when his thumbs met, there was a slight explosion between his palms:

"Poof!"

There were no lightning sparks, no flames, no green light that enveloped the whole body, and there were no visions this time.

"What the hell is the difference? The input of mana is not disconnected, why is there still no successful cultivation. Dense beads of sweat oozed from Lin Junxuan's forehead, and such an endless practice also made him feel very tired.

When he recited the mantra, the 'mana' transmission in his arm did not stop, but Lin Junxuan knew that he had not completed his cultivation, and he did not feel anything for his body. According to the manuscript written by the Master, the moment the practice is completed, it causes a great load on the body, and this process is accompanied by great suffering. This kind of suffering, in the Daomen, is called the inevitable price of the cultivator.

"The transmission of 'mana' has not been blocked, the handprint is correct, and the mantra is not wrong, why is it?" Lin Junxuan's heart was full of doubts, and he wanted to ask the master, but it was quiet in front of the grave, and Songyu seemed to have sunk into the realm of the ancient well without waves.

"Well, let's think about it for myself. If Master has to rely on Master for everything, who will he rely on after he leaves? All kinds of information passed through his mind one by one, and Lin Junxuan analyzed and sorted out the information separately.

Suddenly, when the first line of words left by the former master on the manuscript in his mind, Lin Junxuan's heart suddenly moved: "'The heart is like a mirror, the body is like a swallow, hold the yuan and keep one, and recite the mantra', this sentence not only appears in the practice of the mantra of the word '咫', but also appears in the practice of other 'mantras', which seems to be the existence of the general outline......"

Lin Junxuan thought thoughtfully......

"'The heart is like a mirror, the body is like a swallow, hugging the yuan and keeping one, and reciting the mantra......" Lin Junxuan's mind kept passing over this line of words, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops, and the sound of some insects crawling through the thorns, Lin Junxuan felt extremely calm in his heart, and suddenly there was a feeling of forgetting his own existence, and his spirit was integrated with Xiaoshan......

Not far away, Songyu suddenly woke up from the darkness, he opened his eyes, and looked at Lin Junxuan's location in surprise, in his eyes, he only felt that Lin Junxuan's body was only a shell, and his spirit escaped, and the earth below him, the torch that was extinguished three steps away, and the thorny jungle not far away fused together.

"This kid ...... How could it be ......"

As if to confirm the thoughts in Songyu's heart, Lin Jun Xuanhuo opened his eyes, and at that moment, his eyes bloomed with a light as bright as stars......

"Huh!"

A mighty burst rushed up to the sky above Xiaoshan Mountain, and the sound rolled away in all directions like thunder. Almost at the same time as this word was pronounced, Lin Junxuan's arm hanging on his knee stretched out like lightning, and he made a seal in front of him at a lightning speed, and at the same time as the sound of breaking the shout, the handprint was also instantly formed, and the left and right thumbs were together!

"Boom!"

After a loud bang, the mutation protruded, time seemed to freeze in an instant, between Lin Junxuan's hands, a milky white thumb thick silk 'cocoon silk' extended from between the thumbs of both hands closed, just extended a finger length, the milky white cocoon silk suddenly dispersed, turned into dozens of sticks and extended towards the void.

At the same time, tens of thousands of 'cocoon silks' extended from the pores of Lin Junxuan's body, and all the 'cocoon silks' slid into the mountain wind as if they had life, and automatically extended in all directions......

The 'cocoon silk' is getting longer and longer, and the luster is getting darker and darker, turning from the bright white of the stars into a very faint and faint shadow, along the mountain forest, thorns, mountain wind, and even the earth under your feet, extending endlessly in all directions, if it weren't for the cultivation of the pine corner far beyond Lin Junxuan, it would be impossible to distinguish these 'cocoon silk' from the darkness.

The darkness shrouded in the mountains was as silent as the mountain, with only the occasional sound of the mountain wind blowing. At this moment, no one except Songyu witnessed this strange scene. And Lin Junxuan's body sat in the center of all the 'cocoons', motionless......

"Why is his spiritual power so strong?!...... He's only twelve!" In the dark night, Matsuyu's face was full of shock, and he looked at the filaments that were scattering, only he knew that the number of the length of those 'cocoon threads' represented the strength of one's spiritual power.

For these, Lin Junxuan didn't know at all, and at the moment when he thought about the 'true formula', Lin Junxuan only felt that his soul suddenly exploded from the inside. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and Lin Junxuan felt that his soul had turned into water, pouring out of the orifices of his body, expanding in all directions.

It was an amazing feeling, and it was hard to put into words. The soul extended into the void, and Lin Junxuan felt a powerful force that had existed since ancient times between heaven and earth, and in the face of this powerful power of heaven and earth, any existence seemed small and humble.

Just when the soul felt this clear power, Lin Junxuan vaguely 'saw' behind these powers, and Lin Junxuan only saw a part of these 'cocoon silks' that contained the supreme principles of heaven and earth. Lin Junxuan only had an incalculably short time to 'see' these 'cocoons', and then all the criss-crossing 'cocoons' disappeared from his perception......

(To be continued)