Night fell:
Wang Quan's Yin Spirit entered the Second-Layer World. After clearing the evil from the gates, walls, and hall pillars of three or five cafeterias as usual, he went looking for the cultivators who were there in their physical bodies.
By chance, he ran into the very cultivator he had met the first time.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wang Quan got straight to the point. "Fellow Daoist, I seem to have run into trouble!"
The cultivator said, "Hmm?"
Wang Quan explained his situation, then added, "Fellow Daoist, how did you all get through it?"
The cultivator wore a strange expression and said nothing for a long time.
This reminded Wang Quan of the old doctors in his previous life. When those old doctors stayed silent for a long time, it meant the problem was serious.
"Fellow Daoist..."
The cultivator drew a deep breath. "Daoist Brother, I encountered this back then too, but nowhere near as frequently as you did. At the time, I only wanted to transform a dozen or so times a day."
"Reciting a scripture like the [Heart-Clearing Mantra] once was enough to suppress it easily."
"This is the first time I've encountered anything like your situation, where the desire to transform arises as soon as you stop the [Heart-Clearing Mantra]."
"I... don't understand it either."
Wang Quan was stunned.
The cultivator took another deep breath. "Still, I have a suspicion. I'm not sure whether I should mention it!"
Wang Quan said quickly, "You should!"
"Please, fellow Daoist, tell me!"
The cultivator said, "Daoist Brother, are you human?"
Wang Quan said, "Hmm? Huh?"
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?"
The cultivator sighed. "Without support from outside resources, you mastered three thousand Dao Script in eight or ten days. Though I've never encountered anything like it