Zhang Shan watched the two scholars go to the opposite wing, stood in the corridor, reached out, took a small handful of rainwater, weighed it, poured it over his hands, returned to the room, closed the door, and dried it with a dryer With his hand, he took out an ordinary yellow paper talisman. Zhang Shan said softly: "There is indeed a problem here. The rain is quite 'gloomy', and it is very likely to contain evil spirits. This talisman is named after Xiaodao." The fire-burning evil talisman is very common, but it is widely circulated because it can best perceive the existence of evil spirits..."
The young Taoist held the talisman with two fingers, recited the incantation silently, and then put it into the wet palm of his hand. With a quick move of his hand, the yellow paper talisman burst into flames in Zhang Shan's palm and soon turned into ashes. The young Taoist's face was solemn as he scraped the ashes into the brazier.
Chen Pingan asked: "How much does this talisman cost?"
Taoist Zhang Shan did not find it strange at all, and replied seriously: "This kind of talisman is not popular, such as officialdom It's the same reason that subordinate officials don't join the Qingliu. Therefore, the price is low, and the cost is only a piece of yellow paper. With the copying skills of a lower-level Qi practitioner, one piece of snow can buy nearly thirty pieces of burning evil. Talisman, converted into silver, is three taels of silver per piece, which is really not expensive."
Chen Pingan nodded.
As for the drawing of talismans, he once witnessed the mystery of the barrier-breaking talisman. At that time, he was bewitched by the ghost of a wedding woman on the mountain road. Everyone walking on the "Yellow Spring Road" fell into a dangerous situation similar to that of a ghost breaking a wall. , Lin Shouyi controlled a barrier-breaking talisman belonging to the landscape talisman and led everyone forward.
Later in the Luoluo Mountain Bamboo House, Li Xisheng drew the "character" symbol on the wall of the bamboo building. If the character is completed, the symbol will be completed. In fact, it is a very high attainment and state. Finally, he asked Cui Ci, a book boy, to give it to Chen Ping'an. An introductory book on Taoist talismans and a large stack of talisman papers of different materials. Of course, there is also the "Snow Wind Small Cone" pen. If Chen Pingan wants to draw a talisman urgently, he does not need vermilion ink pad at all. He can just breathe into the tip of the pen to smooth out the cone.
But Chen Pingan turned over and over and carefully read the thin booklet "Authentic Alchemy Book" several times, and he actually learned the five or six most basic talismans recorded in the book, and according to the book, the world's talismans are "Writing alchemy books" is divided into nine levels. Qi practitioners in the upper five realms write 1, 23 and "three upper grade" alchemy books, those in the middle and fifth realms write 4, 56, and 3rd grade alchemy books, and those in the lower and fifth realms write 7** and "lower third grade" alchemy books. Although Chen Ping'an is not a qi practitioner, relying on the "breath" of the eighteen-stop sword qi to circulate in one breath, he can also write some entry-level talismans in the "Authentic Alchemy Book", and talismans with higher rank, for For Chen Ping'an at the moment, this is just an extravagant hope.
Li Xisheng once said that drawing talismans is practicing swordsmanship. This is also the original intention of Li Xisheng not to teach people to fish, but to teach people how to fish.
However, Chen Pingan went all the way south and still wanted to concentrate on practicing boxing, so he only took the time to write three kinds of talismans, the shrinking ground talisman, the Yang Qi Lantern talisman, and the pagoda demon suppressing talisman, two or three of each, just in case. Just an unexpected incident.
The Shukchi Talisman can make Chen Pingan shrink to an inch in an instant, and he can go anywhere within ten feet with one step; Yang QiThe lamp-raising talisman is a kind of landscape barrier-breaking talisman. If you are in the ancient ruins of the mass grave and encounter a scene of ghosts breaking the wall again, you can follow the lamp-raising talisman to successfully get out of the confusion; the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman is a more lethal one. Plant a talisman, and as soon as the talisman comes out, an exquisite pagoda can appear out of thin air, temporarily detaining evil spirits, and it contains the power of thunder, which can whip the soul.
All three of them belong to the "Authentic Book of Alchemy". They are in the most common category and are not highly evaluated. They are only recorded as typical examples of a certain talisman school.
Taoist Zhang Shan had been drinking and was not very drunk. He thought about having Chen Pingan to help him keep vigil. In addition, in order to save a Huiyang Pill, his body was beaten by the heavy rain all the way, and he was already exhausted. , then fell asleep in a daze.
Chen Pingan was very familiar with vigils. He sipped wine and after Zhang Shan fell asleep, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the base of the wall on the other side of the door.
Over there, there is an umbrella left at an angle.
This oil-paper umbrella was first held by the scholar surnamed Liu. After entering the house, it was the scholar surnamed Chu who came here holding the umbrella.
The umbrella rested quietly against the base of the wall, with the rain tip facing the ground and the umbrella handle pointing upward.
Even though the oil-paper umbrella was placed like this, there was almost no trace of water on the ground.
This is unreasonable.
Moreover, Chen Ping'an noticed a hint of coldness, which made people shiver down their spines.
So Chen Pingan stood up, as if he had drunk too much, and his steps were unsteady. As he walked, he muttered and complained: "How can anyone place an umbrella upside down like this? In my hometown, I dare to do this. I will be scolded to death by the old man..."
When he reached the corner, Chen Ping'an burped, reached out to grab the handle of the umbrella, and was about to turn the oil-paper umbrella upside down. Suddenly, The Zhang Talisman slipped out of his sleeve, and Chen Pingan's eyes were stern, without any trace of muddy drunkenness. He twisted the yellow paper with two lightning fingers. It was the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman. He clicked it on the umbrella handle, and a colorful glazed pagoda appeared in the sky. The precious light just covered the oil-paper umbrella, and the lines on the umbrella surface were twisted, making a squeaking sound, like fat being cooked.
The brilliance of the hanging pagoda dimmed and soon disappeared.
Chen Ping'an kept working hard to avoid missing the opportunity due to his lack of proficiency in drawing the talisman and low-grade talisman painting. He simply sacrificed the remaining two demon-suppressing talismans together to cover his ears with lightning speed. With such momentum, he posted it on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, and then without any effort to take a breath, Chen Ping'an, who was at the peak of the three realms of martial arts, flowed with his heart, and his fist intention suddenly exploded, with a very short distance and extremely explosive power. , hitting the three demon-suppressing talismans continuously. The fist did not destroy the umbrella at all, but the raging fist force almost completely penetrated into the umbrella.
This is the difference between the three realms of ordinary martial arts and the three realms trained by the old man surnamed Cui.
After Chen Pingan finished all this, he held the vermilion sword gourd tightly in his hand, ready to let the first and fifteenth graders come out to defend against the enemy at any time.
But after the umbrella trembled and shook for a while, there was a fishy smell.Black smoke curled up, and after gradually dissipating, there was complete silence.
Chen Pingan was a little confused. Is this the end?
This weird oil-paper umbrella must have hidden secrets. Doesn’t it have a killer move?
For example, black smoke billows, a roar shakes the sky, and a hideous and terrifying evil creature comes out?
The wedding ghost she encountered on the mountain path was still fresh in Chen Pingan's memory, and she led them by the nose everywhere. The blind Taoist who was proficient in thunder magic was not her opponent at all, if it weren't for Fengxue Temple The Wei and Jin Dynasties broke through the earth boundary with one sword, showing off the style of a swordsman. I am afraid that Chen Ping'an would have been forced to use two rays of sword energy at that time, and there would be no chance for him to confront the young Cui Chan at the mouth of the well later.
Chen Pingan squatted on the ground and stared at the oil-paper umbrella. After taking a sip of wine, he did not forget to lift the umbrella and shake it a few times. There was a faint sound of ashes pouring inside the umbrella.
Chen Ping'an squatted there scratching his head, drinking wine, feeling a little empty in his heart. He was used to living and working every day in Luoluoshanzhulou, but now it's like... he's used to drinking strong alcohol, and he wants to drink water again?
However, Chen Pingan comforted himself silently. No matter which scholar this oil-paper umbrella had something to do with, or it was hidden by something evil after entering the house, this little weird thing inside the umbrella must be just to explore the way. Just a pawn crossing the river. Therefore, we must not take it lightly, so Chen Pingan stood up, sat at the table, and used the light to control the small wind and snow cone pen from the square object. He took a breath and started to draw the talisman. The talisman was still the pagoda demon-suppressing talisman, but The talisman paper is no longer yellow paper, but replaced by a golden talisman paper.
After drawing a piece of talisman paper, Chen Pingan habitually picked up the wine gourd at hand, raised his head and took a big sip of wine. After taking a short rest, he waited until his breath stabilized before he dared to write.
On a stormy night, with a wind and snow pen, Chen Pingan, who was slightly drunk, wrote like a spirit.
At hand is a vermilion sword-raising gourd, and two demon-killing swords in the wooden box.
Of course, there is also the snoring of Taoist priest Zhang Shan on the bed.
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The night was torn apart by strong winds and rain, and occasionally lightning and thunder. On a hillside outside the ancient house, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a fly whisk in his hand. , with a gloomy look on his face, he spread his hands and looked at it. A simple bronze coin suddenly shattered into pieces. The middle-aged Taoist's face was gloomy and uncertain. He endured his heartache and threw it away seemingly casually. He snorted: "A pair of people are not the same as each other." Both men and women, who are ghosts and not ghosts, have to fight hard, which only adds to the pain."
Beside the middle-aged Taoist stood a tall man in thin clothes, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, letting the rain beat all over his body. , in his eyes, a golden light occasionally flashed, and there was a fist-sized seal box hanging on his waist. Seeing that the Taoist had stolen a chicken but lost a handful of rice, and lost a close and beloved general in vain, he became a little impatient and sneered. Said: "If we still forcefully break in, then after the matter is completed, it won't be a 50-50 split!"
The Taoist did not want to dwell on this matter, so he came over and asked: "The big brother Who is the Bearded Swordsman, and why did he happen to visit the ancient house tonight? ”
The tall man sneered: "I heard that an out-of-town ranger came to Caiyi Country at the end of last year. With a good knife, he picked up a few unattractive country creatures and became famous. Watch him walking here. The divine will revealed in the heavy rain is at most a martial artist of the Four Realms. If it were elsewhere, it would be a bit more cautious. Now in my land, it is not worth mentioning. When the time comes, you and I will take care of it. You can take it. I will never stop you from making a puppet, but the sword will be mine."
The middle-aged Taoist waved his fly whisk, and mist rose from his body. His rain-soaked Taoist robe was instantly dry, and he said with a smile: "Then. That's it."
The tall man hesitated for a moment and still asked: "The backer of the owner of the ancient house has really lost power within the Shengaozong?"
Middle-aged? The Taoist nodded and smiled: "The news about this mountain god of yours is too blocked."
The tall man's face was full of gloom, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's not because of the appearance of that house that it made a god." The tattered formations that were not passed down by the Gaozong secrets bit by bit eroded the spiritual energy within a hundred miles, causing my golden body to gradually decay over the past hundred years. Now who is willing to treat me as a mountain god, worse than the earthly master elsewhere? Not as good as this. If I don’t take revenge, it’s hard to understand the hatred in my heart!”
The middle-aged Taoist nodded in agreement and expressed comfort.
In fact, the mountain temple here, which is the place where the golden body of men is enshrined, was originally a temple of obscenity that was not sealed by the imperial court of Caiyi Kingdom. In addition, there were mass graves everywhere and the filth filled the sky. The tall man accepted the incense and became a landscape god by chance. In order to practice cultivation, he did not hesitate to fish in the swamp, accelerating the process of the landscape withering away. The ancient house operated as the center of the formation, absorbing only the evil spirit without losing the spiritual energy of the landscape. On the contrary, it maintained The balance between mountains and rivers is the only thing, but it is useless to talk about these inside stories. The middle-aged Taoist who fell into the evil way and the mountain god here who does not follow the right path know it well. No one is a good bird anyway.
The tall man suddenly asked sternly: "I want to regain all the territory. You covet the body of that female ghost. Once you control it, it will be even more powerful. So, what is that guy planning?" Is there a rare magic weapon in this ancient house that I don't know about?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled and said, "I don't know about that. Let's ask him later."
p>The tall man knew clearly in his heart, "This is very good!"
The Taoist looked around. Outside the soil, there were mostly pale scenes of mountain cliffs and few green trees, but he knew this It is also thanks to the "leisure and ease" of the female ghost that the land can have this little bit of spring.
That female ghost is really rare, both in terms of luck and temperament. After the Taoist came here in person, he became more and more determined to get her.
The Taoist looked at the ancient house and said with a smile: "This tree is whistling, and the business is over."
I never thought that the mountain god of the Yin Temple was also a scholar, so he smiled and said: "The tree How can people be embarrassed like this?"
A monk and a god looked at each other and smiled.
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The second courtyard of the ancient house and the wing room on one sideIt was already dark, and the two scholars must have fallen asleep, but the lights were still on in the room of the young man with a box and the young Taoist priest. Before the old woman knocked on the door, the drunken man had already smelled the aroma of wine, and he Gu Zi banged the door hard, "Is there still wine to drink? If there is, it will be a life-changing wine. You will definitely make money by keeping it!"
The old woman did not stop her, but just said: "You guys can do it on your own Arrange the room."
Chen Pingan put away the wine gourd, opened the door and saw a strange man with a rough appearance.
The bearded swordsman glanced at Chen Ping'an and asked carelessly: "Little boy, from the way you walk and breathe, you must be a martial artist? Is there a second realm now?"
Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I have learned martial arts from my elders since I was a child. This is my first time walking around the world, and I don't know the boundaries yet."
Looking back, Taoist Zhang Shan had been awakened and was sitting Wear shoes next to the bed.
The bearded swordsman strode across the threshold, sat down on the chair, and said: "I don't know the boundaries? Does that mean you come from a remote country? Then why are we going on a long trip to Aquarius Island? You can speak so smoothly in a small country, but you can't learn this! Are you the ghost in human skin?"
The swordsman drew his sword! Most of the time, the sword was out of its sheath, and the sword was glaring. They looked at each other angrily, and shouted: "Report your name quickly, I will kill the nameless ghost with someone's sword!"
Chen Ping'an and Taoist Zhang Shan looked at each other in disbelief. .
Is it because it’s raining heavily outside that this guy has water in his head?
Ghost?
Among the Qi Practitioners, there are countless casual cultivators in the wild, with mixed origins. Even if they are monsters and plants, although discrimination is inevitable, they are far from being suppressed and hunted down. However, ghost cultivators are Exception, once discovered, almost everyone shouted to fight and kill. If birth, old age, illness and death are the cycle of heaven, then the immortality of the Qi practitioner is an act against heaven, then the death of a person and his peace in the earth is the way of humanity, while the ghost cultivator goes against this. Reason belongs to the evil ways that everyone can find and punish.
The immortals cultivate life, and the gods teach death.
Ghost cultivators are just an exception. They are neither living cultivators when they are alive, nor are they the gods of mountains and rivers who were ennobled by the imperial court and granted golden bodies after their death.
So the true Taoist Master in Longhu Mountain, the object pointed by the Taomu Sword, and the evil ghosts causing trouble everywhere are far more than the spirits hiding in the streets.
The more the word "spirit" is used in a hub area where people come and go and business is prosperous, the less obvious it has a positive or negative connotation.
In fact, in some large countries, especially the powerful dynasties with deep-rooted power in the mountains, even the common people are accustomed to living in the world with all kinds of strange spirits.
According to legend, there are many small and delicate charms that help women wash their hair, apply rouge, and fold clothes. They have wings and fly around. They are extremely familiar with them and love their owners for life after life.
Chen Ping'an didn't defend himself at all. He took off the wine gourd and took a sip of wine silently.
The bearded man was stunned, and his throat moved slightly. It was obviously caused by the alcohol bug in his stomach. His momentum suddenly dropped, and he shamelessly stretched out his hand and said: "As long as you treat me to a drink, you will be a ghost. I will turn a blind eye, as long as I am not caught on the spot committing crimes, everything will be easy."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said no.
The bearded swordsman sighed and said: "You boy, you are dishonest and cunning. You are clearly bullying me, a decent master!"
Taoist Zhang Shan sat down quickly. , helped to smooth things over, and chatted with the bearded man in the elegant language of Aquarius.
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The beauty in the embroidered building in the ancient house is over there, and the man and woman are cuddling together. The woman is wearing a blue and black skirt with a huge hem, not exposing her legs and Embroidered shoes.
The two of them rubbed their temples together, and the man murmured softly: "I hope my wife will wear warm clothes in the cold spring, I hope your frown will relax, and I hope that every time I open the window, I will see the bright moon in the sky, green water and green mountains..."
The woman with an extremely ugly face was babbling, sobbing, and the skirt of her lower body was billowing like waves.
The old woman walked in the dark corridor, sighing quietly, and finally sat next to the pillar hanging the lantern. Year after year, the old woman touched her withered face. She had long forgotten that she How many years have you not looked in the mirror?
She is like this, and it must be even more so for the young lady who has never left the embroidery building for a hundred years.
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While the man was chatting with the young Taoist priest, he suddenly pressed his hand on the handle of the knife. He no longer had the joking expression before and said seriously: "Guoru is nearby. There are rumors in that town that the evil spirit comes from the backyard of the ancient house! It’s such a heavy evil spirit. It’s no wonder that the feng shui of this place has worn it away. It’s probably the old witch from the sixth realm. Two little kids, I’ll kill the monster right now. Go, you two retreat when the opportunity arises, don’t take it seriously, it’s extremely dangerous here, and you two can’t wade through the muddy water.”
The bearded swordsman thought for a moment, “No need to do that! Retreat now to avoid being targeted by the old demon from the ancient mansion. Even if I lose, I will try my best to hold them back. When the time comes, listen to my message and don’t hesitate when you run away!"
Then this! The bearded swordsman took a deep breath, unsheathed his sword, and the sword suddenly appeared. The man reached out to brush away the dust in the brazier, grabbed a piece of burning coal, held it in the palm of his hand, and then wiped the blade. Sparks appeared everywhere. The splash made the sword even more sharp.
Even if the odds of winning are not high, the man is full of generosity and heroic spirit.
Chen Pingan handed over the jug with a solemn expression, "A strong man?"
The man shook his head with a smile, held a sword in his hand, and stood up suddenly, "It's just a drink while chatting, just to satisfy my greed. In fact, Killing the big monster and exorcising the devil is a thousand times more enjoyable than drinking!" In the rainy night, the man pushed open the door with a knife and strode towards the backyard. With a flick of his wrist, the light of the knife bloomed. Illuminating the surroundings, the bearded swordsman looked up into the distance and said loudly: "Xu Yuanxia is here, please teach me!"
Taoist Zhang Shan picked up the hanging and listened.The peach wood sword of Yao Ling Dang said to Chen Pingan in a deep voice: "I will help him kill the monster! Chen Pingan, you are a pure martial artist. Before you reach the fourth realm, you are not suitable to deal with the big monsters and the like. You just stay here. If there is a need, I will call you."
Chen Pingan nodded and said, "Okay." After the Taoist priest walked out of the house lightly, Chen Pingan said. After waiting for a moment, he did not choose to stay where he was and wait and see what would happen. Instead, he walked out of the wing room and looked at the wing room opposite with his bare hands through a curtain of rain. "I know it's you."
The lights have been turned off for a long time. In the wing room on the other side, a door was slowly opened, and the scholar surnamed Chu walked out. He was tall and slender, holding the torch that had been extinguished by the heavy rain. With a smile on his face, he looked at Chen Pingan and the scholar exchanged words. He raised his arm from the corner of his mouth, rubbed the top of the torch with his palm, lit it instantly, and gently poked the end of the torch into the corridor pillar, then nailed the entire torch into it, "You are the least talkative, but the smartest. Of course, you are also capable. It’s not small, it can get rid of Taoist Bailu’s copper coin ghosts, but the ghosts of the Three Realms are just like that in the end. Don’t let the young man be arrogant and complacent..."
Chen Pingan said nothing. Hair, thin figure disappeared without warning.
The scholar was slightly stunned.
At the moment of lightning, a figure passed through the rain curtain between the rooms and rushed straight towards him. Some of the overconfident scholars did not even have time to recover, and were punched in the air by a fist as strong as a white rainbow. , hit the head quickly, and the whole person was knocked out, even the door and the wall were penetrated. The scholar who was copying the corridor outside fell into the room, and finally hit a thick pillar, and the pillar on the back of his vest banged. A small spider web cracked out, and the scholar stopped retreating. He vomited blood, his soul was shaken, and his face was full of horror.
It is not just the strength of the boxing that is shocking, but the blending of the fist and the fist, hitting him, it is really like the ghost-killing whip in the hands of an immortal, whipping the vagina as hard as it is, born with restraint .
There was a loud bang.
This time it was a punch to the neck.
The people and the pillars collapsed backwards.
The scholar was beaten with blood and tears by these two punches, his face was ferocious, and his clothes were torn apart. He was about to reveal his true form, and he could no longer care about the layout.
Then he heard a strange saying, "The first day of junior high school."