In the Zen room, sandalwood incense wafted softly, filling the room with its fragrance.
Beside the table, Venerable Anilou's brows and eyes were lowered, hands joined together, seemingly in silent meditation. However, the Zen room appeared as if illuminated by candles, glowing brightly.
Opposite, Chen Yuan's brow emitted a light. Inside his heart, he received both music and the transmission of the Dharma; a Buddhist Chant resonated.
Without relying on words, the teachings were transmitted directly to the heart.
After thirty minutes, Venerable Anilou lifted his brows and eyes, slowly lowering his hands, and looked at Chen Yuan, "Alright, the magic technique has been transmitted."
"If trouble arises because of this, it has nothing to do with me."
"Be prudent. If the Buddha's relic is formidable, to recklessly activate it would be harmful rather than beneficial, instead causing trouble."
