A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 108 Mandala
Except for the first level of the Taizang Sutra, starting from the second level, some special medicines are needed to assist in practice!

Moreover, although the first level of the Garbha Sutra does not require the assistance of medicine to practice, it does require the construction of a mandala!

The so-called mandala needs to be constructed with sculptures or portraits!

It is the shadow of the gods!

Duan Rong had never devoured any sculpture-related spirit, so he did not have the ability to sculpt statues of gods.

But his painting skills are already quite accomplished, he can use the portrait to construct this mandala! In this regard, he does not need a fake hand!
But the construction of this mandala is a bit too big!
This Tathagata Sutra of his was not passed down by the sect, so it was impossible for him to practice it openly. Constructing a mandala would be too conspicuous!
This undoubtedly greatly increases the risk of exposure!

However, the practice of the Garbha Sutra cannot be carried out without the mandala!

Duan Rong raised his head with a serious look, and saw that most of the pedestrians passing by on the street were in a hurry...

The tense atmosphere of the city-wide manhunt a few days ago seemed to have passed. Although the entry and exit of the city gates were still strictly checked, people seemed to have adapted to it and were busy with their own lives. There was almost no sound of people talking about this incident in the streets and alleys...

Duan Rong picked up the bowl, drank all the soup in one breath, wiped his mouth, and stood up!
"There is no rush for the Taizang Sutra. Let's wait and see..."

Duan Rong walked while thinking, and soon returned to Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Duan Rong walked to the martial arts field in the middle courtyard, stretched out his hand from the weapon rack, drew a weapon, and muttered to himself, "Read the weapon spirit!"

He didn't really want to devour the weapon spirit, he just wanted to read the weapon spirit along the way to see if there was any breakthrough in his mental power!

Duan Rong looked at the data in front of him and said to himself without changing his expression: "Spiritual strength is still level 1!"

This was also within Duan Rong's expectations!
After all, it had been calculated before in the mountains that it would take more than half a month to digest the eighty-one first-level tree spirits, and only a few days had passed!

Duan Rong sighed slightly. He couldn't practice the Taizang Sutra, and his mental strength level hadn't broken through. The only thing he could practice now was the bone shrinking skill!

Duan Rong decided to master the bone-shrinking skill in the shortest possible time!

Once he figured out the current situation and determined his goal, Duan Rong seemed full of energy again!

He quickly walked back to the dormitory, closed the doors and windows, and began to practice bone-shrinking skills!

Duan Rong kept making all kinds of weird poses in the cramped dormitory!
This helps stretch and reshape your tendons and skin membranes to increase their toughness!
This process is actually very painful!

It's like purgatory!

After nearly an hour of repeated stretching, Duan Rong suddenly bent and twisted his head, hands, and waist in strange postures...

His first goal was to put himself into the tub!
Duan Rong's whole body was covered in sweat, and the pain in his muscles, bones and skin made his scalp numb, as if he had received an electric shock!
Duan Rong's eyes were fierce and his teeth were clenched!
Duan Rong's body was twisted together, and with every passing hour, it would twist tighter!
His body is like a spring, getting tighter and tighter as it is compressed!

Moreover, the pain will increase exponentially with every tightening!

Now, Duan Rong felt an electric-like pain all over his body!

Moreover, the power is continuously flowing!
The pain, like a tide, continuously hit Duan Rong's consciousness. Duan Rong wasn't sure how long he could hold on. Perhaps in a while, he would pass out from the pain!

It was already past lunch time, but Duan Rong had worked hard to twist himself to this extent. Once he loosened up, he would have to start all over again!
Just then, there was a knock on the door!
Duan Rong was startled, seeing his body twisting in the opposite direction like a spiral, and expanding in circles...

After a few breaths, everything returned to normal!
The knocking continues!
Duan Rong's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he stood to the side behind the door with a knife in his hand, with light steps!
At this time, a voice sounded outside the door. "Master Duan, are you there?"

The voice was familiar, it was the voice of the concierge.

Duan Rong let out a breath. He was a little suspicious. Although the case was a big deal, who could suspect him, an apprentice bodyguard?
Duan Rong wiped his sweat, unbolted the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ma! I'm here! I was just practicing martial arts!"

The doorman was stunned for a moment. He was about to leave, but Duan Rong suddenly opened the door. He saw that Duan Rong was sweating all over, and his shirt was almost soaked with sweat. He believed Duan Rong's words and said, "Oh, Master Duan, someone has a visiting card to invite you to his house!" "Visiting card?"

The doorman handed the red leather note to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong took the letter, opened it, and saw only eight short words inside: I've heard of your great name for a long time, and I'd like to invite you to a chat!
Moreover, the handwriting is sloppy, childish and extremely ugly.

Duan Rong snorted coldly and was about to refuse, but he saw two names at the signature: Ximen Kankan and Jiang Qingyu.

He had met Jiang Qingyu once at Huaying Tower, but even so, Duan Rong didn't want to socialize at this moment.

Duan Rong's eyes flickered as he looked at the doorman and asked casually, "Who is this Ximen Kankan?"

Jiang Qingyu is the only son of Jiang Heng, the owner of the silk shop. This man named Ximen Kankan actually wrote his name before Jiang Qingyu. He just felt that the name was very strange and did not seem like a human name at all.

The doorman looked at Duan Rong strangely and said, "Ximen Kankan is Ximen Yong's son."

"Ximen Yong?"

"He is the boss behind the three herbal medicine shops in this county!"

Duan Rong's expression changed slightly. This Ximen Kankan was actually the young master of the herbal medicine shop.

Duan Rong immediately felt that it would be better to take this route!
When he reached the second level of the Taizang Sutra, he needed medicine to assist him in his practice.

He remembered that the auxiliary medicine on the second level was something called Dragon Flame Fat. The name sounded very rare and it was obviously not easy to find!

If he could get in touch with Ximen Kankan, it might be helpful for him to find medicine.

"Where is the person who sent the note?"

"Waiting outside the door!"

"Please tell him that I accepted the post! Ask him to wait for a moment. I'll wipe my sweat, change my clothes and come right over!"

Duan Rong said this and closed the door. The doorman had no choice but to leave in displeasure.

Duan Rong washed himself, changed into dry clothes, and walked out of the Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Shi Liang, the servant of Ximen's family, had already been standing beside the carriage, waiting outside the door. When he saw a dark-faced young man in a short suit, holding a red leather visiting card, walking out of the door, he immediately walked up to him and bowed, saying, "Are you Master Duan? My young master has specially sent me to pick you up at home."

Duan Rong nodded and took a look at the servant. He was quite handsome and smart. He smiled and said, "Master Ximen, you are too polite. Please lead the way."

Shi Liang quickly walked to the stone lion, pulled out the carriage, opened the curtain, and said, "Master Duan, please get in the carriage!"

Duan Rong strode over and got into the car. Shi Liang lowered the curtain and drove away!

With the sound of horse hooves clattering, the carriage swayed along West Street!

Duan Rong sat in the carriage and looked at the interior carefully.

The quality of the carpet's fur and the texture of the curtains are naturally excellent, but the color and texture of the carpet and the style of the curtains are not very coordinated and look a bit unnatural!

Duan Rong unconsciously compared the decoration of this carriage with the decoration of the Xia Mansion's carriage he rode last time!
Although all the products used were of the highest quality, it was obviously not in the same style as the Xia family's, where every detail revealed an air of luxury!
Thinking of Ximen Kankan's ugly handwriting, Duan Rong sat in the carriage and muttered to himself with a flickering look in his eyes: "I'm afraid this Ximen family is not a nouveau riche..."

(End of this chapter)