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Chapter 140 The River of Light
The breathing method of the Taizang Sutra was its own kind of discipline — intricate, requiring a very particular quality of attention. After all the complicated preparation, he had to direct his mental power into the inflection point between inhalation and exhalation precisely enough to slip through into the sea of consciousness.He had succeeded on the first try the previous night. Tonight it took him three attempts.Even so, the moment he crossed the threshold, the sea of consciousness struck him with the same force as the first time.The black earth stretching away without limit. The sky pressing low and vast. The thin mist rolling endlessly between them. An ancient, immense quality in the air that was not quite sound and not quite feeling, but something between the two.Mo Qian looked up first.At the top of the dome, the baby light shadow rested inside a cocoon barely thicker than a cicada's wing — curled, sleeping, emitting a quiet milky fluorescence.He looked at it for a mome
Chapter 139 The Raksha's Shadow
Mo Qian blinked. "Join early? The contract said a full half-year apprenticeship.""Most people need the full half-year just to reach the first level, if they're lucky. Your situation is different. From the agency's perspective, keeping you as an apprentice any longer wastes you."Mo Qian turned it over. Joining the dart team earlier was not itself a problem. He was just a little uneasy about the change."The shopkeeper has already agreed," Xiao Zongting said.Mo Qian's brow tightened slightly. No room for discussion, then.Xiao Zongting seemed to read the hesitation. "Don't worry. I've already arranged it. You'll go into the second dart team. Be steady and keep your head down. Xiao Yu is also in the second dart team."He paused."There's a fighter in the team they call the Rouge Tiger. With her there, nobody in the second team will give you trouble."Mo Qian heard the care behind the arrangement and felt it land somewhere quiet.In his previous life, he had died young and spent what t
Chapter 138 The Seventh Day
The moment the statues disappeared, the baby seemed to feel it. What threads remained in the air around him, not yet formed into the cocoon he had been beginning to weave around himself, stopped moving. They drifted free, scattered by the returning mist.A faint impression reached Mo Qian from the baby — brief, wordless, unmistakably displeased — and then the baby fell into deep sleep. The connection between them went quiet.The grey-white mist that had been held in suspension rose again immediately, spreading in every direction, filling the world within moments with its usual thin rolling motion.Mo Qian stood up from the black earth and looked up at the dome.The baby was still there — visible inside a layer of light threads thin as a cicada's wing, curled in its sleeping posture, still as something very old.Mo Qian said the name of the technique quietly to himself. Taizang Sutra.He walked to the southwest, to where the sea of tree spirit light had been.The light threads that had
Chapter 137 The Spirit Infant
Mo Qian sat cross-legged on the black earth, five points of contact with the ground. He closed his eyes and began the mantra — low, rapid, dense as falling rain — and let the words fill the ancient space around him like the whisper of something older than memory.With the mantra came the breathing, and with the breathing the mist began to respond.The rolling slowed. The constant churning motion stilled. And as it stilled, the mist began to settle — dropping from the air, sinking downward, thickening as it descended, until a layer of dense grey-white fog lay across the surface of the black earth like a soft weight. It reached Mo Qian's neck where he sat.Only his head remained above it.His expression was peaceful. Something in the quality of the air had changed — the mist no longer pressed but settled, and in the settling there was a clarity that reached inward. He felt his mind open in a way that had nothing to do with ordinary thought, and the feeling was so clean and simple it was
Chapter 136 The Sea of Consciousness
The body of the Ming King would become a mountain — the main peak. His shoulders would become the subsidiary ridges. His crossed legs at the base would become a lake. The surrounding blank areas he would fill with streams, mist, and trees in careful arrangement.A landscape painting that concealed a sacred image within it. A hidden mandala that could hang on any wall without drawing a second glance.Mo Qian worked through all four portraits in this way.When he was done, the dormitory was cramped enough to begin with — he made it smaller by pulling the wardrobe and the easel out from the walls at angles, positioning them to create a corner enclosure. With the two walls behind him and these two barriers in front, he had a rough approximation of the enclosed orientation space described in the practice instructions.He hung one portrait on each of the four sides, following the directional requirements of the text. Acala in the east. Buzhi Vajra in the west. Vajra Yaksha in the north. Hor
Chapter 135 The Four Kings of Brightness
The painting was unmounted — just paper. Ximen Kandan gave it a dismissive look before it was even unrolled.Mo Qian spread it out in the lamplight.Ximen Kandan looked at it.He went completely still.Several seconds passed.He took a breath. "The work of the gods," he said, barely above a whisper. "A masterpiece. The light of all humanity."He took the painting from Mo Qian's hands as if receiving something sacred, his eyes wide. "How does something like this exist? How is it possible that something like this exists?"He stared at it for a long moment, then turned sharply, his hands going slightly unsteady. "This — you painted this? Just now?"The ink was visibly still slightly damp. Mo Qian could not deny it. He nodded.The change in Ximen Kandan's face was immediate and total.He set the painting carefully on the low table. He took hold of Mo Qian's shoulders, guided him firmly into the large armchair, and then — before Mo Qian could react — got down on his knees in front of it an
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