Xia Xin had heard an old Taoist say before that when they encountered uncooperative spiritual bodies, they would also use the Truth-Mantra Curse to understand the spiritual body’s obsessions or grievances more quickly and directly, and to guide them towards resolution.
The master had also said that no one had known the Truth-Mantra Curse since three generations ago.
The Truth-Mantra Curse might seem simple, but it was not easy to cultivate. It required not just a strong spiritual power and cultivation base, but also a strong ability to control oneself.
Otherwise, one could easily pry into others’ thoughts and feelings, be too easily led astray, and entertain ideas that one shouldn’t.
Therefore, most people couldn’t cultivate the Truth-Mantra Curse.
Xia Xin had only seen a record of the Truth-Mantra Curse in an ancient text, leaving him with a vague impression.
"The Truth-Mantra Curse?" Wen Zishu was shocked and nearly cursed out loud.
Realizing where he was, he quickly covered his mouth and, seeing that no one else was looking, whispered softly, "So... does that mean it’s very powerful, making anyone speak the truth when asked?"
"Yes, but ordinary people can’t use it," Xia Xin replied honestly.
Wen Zishu looked fearfully at Jiangli.
If the abbot was so powerful and possessed the Truth-Mantra Curse as a weapon...
Wouldn’t he be able to find out about any secret savings in the future?
Wen Zishu touched his own arm and thought that he should never marry a woman from Xuanmen, no matter when.
"I ask you, what is your name, and who taught you the Love Spell?"
Just as Wen Zishu’s thoughts were running eight hundred miles off track, Jiangli, completely unaware, began his questioning.
"I, my name is Tang Qianxi..." The woman’s eyes were almost rolling back, her hands tightly covering her mouth, yet her voice was involuntarily leaking through her fingers, completely out of control.
Tang Qianxi was so anxious her eyes turned red, but she knew that it must be something Jiangli had done to her.
Tang Qianxi tried to control herself, but her body and soul seemed to have separated.
She heard her own voice say, "I, I learned it from a book..."
Jiangli raised an eyebrow: "A book?"
"Mmm..." Tang Qianxi nodded, realizing that she was totally out of control, she gradually released her grip and resigned to her fate, choking up, she said, "I, my family is from a remote mountain village. There have always been some strange legends and techniques passed down, and my grandmother was once a witch..."
Tang Qianxi grew up by her grandmother’s side and had been immersed in such things from an early age, learning about secrets not known to the general public.
However, her grandmother didn’t want her to be involved in such things and had not allowed Tang Qianxi to learn witchcraft.
No matter how curious Tang Qianxi was, she couldn’t explore those bizarre affairs due to her grandmother’s prevention.
Later, when her grandmother passed away, Tang Qianxi was away at school, and when she came back to sort through her grandmother’s belongings, she found an ancient book that had not yet completely burned.
It must have been left by her grandmother, with her handwriting on it.
It seemed that her grandmother had wanted to dispose of these notes before she died, but didn’t manage to finish doing so and passed away silently in the mountains.
In the end, it was a neighbor who found her and notified Tang Qianxi.
Upon seeing these records, Tang Qianxi at first just found them curious and interesting without delving deeper.
Out of respect for these being her grandmother’s possessions, she took the notes back to the city with her to continue her studies.
"If you didn’t delve deeper, why did you use this technique to harm others?" Jiangli pressed on.
Tang Qianxi clenched her hands, bowed her head, hunched her back, and curled up, seemingly having difficulty speaking.
But under the influence of the Truth-Mantra Curse, she answered Jiangli’s question anyway.
"I, at first I really didn’t take it seriously..."