studiobondurri Chapter 94: Leaving the body
Chapter 94: Leaving the body
Chapter 94: Leaving the body
"Oh, I learned painting and calligraphy when I was young. At that time, my master taught me to control the brush, so it became a habit," Yuan Ming explained, finding a reason.
Fortunately, Amuhe didn’t pay too much attention to this matter and just nodded, not asking further.
But at this moment, just as Yuan Ming finished drawing the flame pattern on the white paper, a green smoke suddenly rose from it and it started to burn on its own.
Yuan Ming didn’t know what was happening and was afraid of igniting the nearby paper, so he instinctively reached out to pat it.
However, Amuhe, who was beside him, stopped him with a surprised expression. Then, disregarding the burning flames, he reached out and took the piece of white paper, holding it up in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
When the rune on the paper was completely burned, he threw the paper with the flames into the bucket under the table.
The flames immediately extinguished, leaving behind black ashes floating in the water.
Seeing this, Yuan Ming guessed that the burning was caused by his failure in drawing the rune for the first time, and he finally understood why the bucket was placed there.
With this thought, he found it strange that Elder Heimu’s notes didn’t mention it.Findd new stories at novelhall.com
But after thinking about it, he realized that the notes recorded the collected runes and insights on drawing, not beginner teaching materials, so it was normal for it not to mention it.
"Genius, you really are a genius..." Amuhe grabbed Yuan Ming’s shoulder and exclaimed with joy.
"What exactly happened? Was it caused by my failure in drawing the rune?" Yuan Ming quickly broke free and asked.
"It’s normal to fail on your first attempt at drawing a rune, but to be able to obtain Qi on your first try, although a bit slow, is already a genius move," Amuhe said excitedly, unable to contain himself.
"May I ask, what is Qi?" Yuan Ming asked with a puzzled expression, not showing much change on his face.
"The so-called Qi refers to the initial ability of the drawn rune to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This is the key to whether the drawn rune will be effective or not. The better the rune is drawn, the faster the Qi will be obtained," Amuhe explained.
Hearing his explanation, Yuan Ming understood.
It was similar to the meditation he practiced when learning the Death Moon method, which was the foundation of entry.
However, compared to the meditation on the sea of consciousness, meridians, and dantian in the Death Moon method, learning to draw runes was much faster for him.
"From this, it can be seen that you have talent in drawing runes," Amuhe said with a smile.
"It’s all thanks to your guidance, Senior Brother," Yuan Ming said, feeling happy.
"Alright, I’ll teach you these things for today. You can take this rune book back with you and practice copying it frequently. When you have learned everything, come find me again," Amuhe said, his smile becoming even brighter.
"Thank you, Senior Brother," Yuan Ming thanked him.
"When you practice, you can buy the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone you need from the Qingfu Hall. Remember, for now, ordinary ink will do. Don’t buy rune ink," Amuhe reminded.
"What will happen if I use rune ink for practice?" Yuan Ming asked.
"It would be better, of course, but only if you have the money! Even if you draw the runes perfectly with ordinary ink, you won’t obtain Qi. However, for beginners, it’s good enough. The ink I used for you just now was rune ink, which is made by mixing cinnabar and some special mineral powder. When you truly draw runes, you will use this kind of ink. The price difference between the two is huge, so don’t use rune ink during practice. It’s too wasteful," Amuhe waved his hand and said.
Yuan Ming was amazed by his words.
He had asked everything he needed to ask today, so he didn’t linger any longer. After bidding farewell to Amuhe, he left with the rune book in his possession.
"At least you have some self-awareness." Yin Mao’s voice softened slightly.
"Why have my five senses become enhanced, but I can’t perceive your existence... I mean, if I close my eyes?" Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment and asked.
"This is a secret technique of soul cultivation that you cannot practice temporarily." Yin Mao said, and a wave of invisible aura emanated from it.
Immediately, Yuan Ming could hear its breathing and heartbeat, and he could also smell its scent in his nostrils.
He hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now he realized that the scent was very pleasant, not like what an animal should have, but more like the fragrance of orchids. However, Yuan Ming couldn’t be sure.
At this moment, he suddenly thought that when Yin Mao followed him before, he had felt its presence several times. It seems that it was not accidental, but intentional.
Clearly, it can hide perfectly, but it chooses to reveal its presence, but not too obviously. Does it want him to discover it or not?
This Yin Mao’s personality seems a bit tsundere, doesn’t it?
"Now that the first layer is completed, you can try to separate your soul from your body." At this time, Yin Mao’s voice sounded in his sea of consciousness again.
"The technique says that when the first layer is completed, it is only the stage of stabilizing the sea of consciousness. Is it too risky to separate the soul from the body now?" Yuan Ming hesitated when he heard this.
"Are you questioning me?" Yin Mao glanced at him sideways, and his voice turned cold.
"Okay, you have the final say." Yuan Ming secretly muttered in his heart.
After that, he put away the censer, closed his eyes, pinched a hand seal with both hands, and suddenly shouted:
"Rise!"
In an instant, the Yin wind in the room suddenly became several times stronger, causing the surrounding airflow to fluctuate slightly, turning into a whirlwind spreading from his body.
A transparent figure suddenly flew out from the top of Yuan Ming’s head and floated in mid-air. It was his soul.
"Is this the feeling of soul separation? Why does it feel somewhat familiar?" Yuan Ming glanced at his motionless body below, and then looked at his illusory hands, murmuring.
The feeling of the soul is completely different from the physical body. His eyes can easily see through the darkness, almost no different from daylight. His ears can also hear sounds, but his sense of touch and smell are completely lost.
He pressed his hands down, as if driving the airflow, and the soul floated upwards.
Even when his head hit the roof, it didn’t stop. Instead, it directly rushed out of the roof and came outside.
Yuan Ming’s soul figure was illusory, with half of his body poking out of the roof and the other half still inside the room, feeling extremely strange.
His gaze swept towards the distance, and even in the darkness, his line of sight was not affected, and he could still see the faint light from the fire workshop behind.
In the front yard, many people were still awake. Under the reflection of the lights on the windows, their silhouettes could be seen.With a thought, Yuan Ming wanted to fly to the front yard to take a look. However, just as he had barely taken off from the rooftop, a gust of night wind came, instantly blowing him off course, causing him to involuntarily drift towards the back.
He had only flown a distance of about forty to fifty feet when Yuan Ming suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, which sent a wave of panic through him.
This feeling of coldness was not the external cold felt by the body, but a chill emanating from the depths of his soul, accompanied by a strong sense of fear.
(End of Chapter)