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(Everyone, I apologize in advance. Some changes have been made to the plot of Zhang Daoling¡¯s injury in Chapters 2, 3, and 4. If you don¡¯t understand this chapter, you can read the first three chapters again. Sorry)
Wang Xiu walked on the street and found that the atmosphere in the town was unusual. Especially when she came to the shop selling talismans and paper tools, she found that the place was full of people wearing hemp and mourning.
¡°But Wang Xiu had so much money on her, she didn¡¯t dare to say anything about it. She just wanted to buy the talisman Zhang Daoling wanted and go back quickly.
She secretly dug out a piece of silver from the bag, then walked into the shop and said, "Shopkeeper, do you have any writing brushes, yellow talisman paper, and black ink?"
The shopkeeper raised his head, looked at Wang Xiu and asked, "Why are you a woman buying these?"
Normally, Wang Xiubao would have quarreled with the shopkeeper after hearing this, but today she had more money and her temper was much better.
"I bought it for someone else, just tell me if you have it." As he said that, he slapped the broken piece of silver on the counter.
The shopkeeper picked up the broken silver, weighed it, and said, "It's almost seven or eight coins. What kind of writing brush and yellow talisman paper do you want?"
"Just sell it to me for the money, no more, no less." Wang Xiu said.
The shopkeeper immediately smiled and said: "Okay, okay, the best thing I have here is a wolf-hair pen, which costs you three coins, and I will give you three dozen yellow talisman papers, which costs you two coins. Ink, why do you need black ink? No Where¡¯s the cinnabar ink?¡±
"Is there anything particular about it?" Wang Xiu asked.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Of course there are particularities. Cinnabar has a strong yang energy and is used to ward off evil and eliminate filth. It is perfect for drawing talismans."
"Can't I use black ink?" Wang Xiu asked again.
The shopkeeper said: "Of course, if the person who draws the talisman has deep magic power, it doesn't matter if he doesn't use cinnabar."
Wang Xiu thought of Zhang Daoling¡¯s weak look when he was injured. He didn¡¯t look like a man with magical powers, so he said, ¡°Then give me some black ink and cinnabar ink, okay?¡±
"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper hesitated, "But the money is not enough."
"How much is left?" Wang Xiu asked.
The shopkeeper said: "There are still two silver coins left."
"Can twenty copper coins be enough?" Wang Xiu took out a pile of copper coins from his belt and asked.
The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Of course."
Soon the shopkeeper packed the things Wang Xiu wanted. At this time, a young man wearing white clothes and a white scarf came over and asked: "Shopkeeper, is my father's house ready?"
The shopkeeper quickly turned around and said, "Okay, okay, sir, please follow me."
Then he said to Wang Xiu: "Does the guest need anything else?"
"No more." Wang Xiu shook his head and said, then turned and left.
¡°She wouldn¡¯t have come here if she didn¡¯t have to. After all, the things that were used to pierce the dead were too disturbing.
In fact, she could also go to the bookstore in the town to buy it, but she felt very inferior when she got there.
The shopkeeper of the book club is a twenty-seven-year-old scholar. He is handsome and gentle, and his wife is also very beautiful and virtuous.
It happened that she fell in love with this scholarly shopkeeper at first sight, and began a two-year road of unrequited love, which is commonly known as secret love.
Every time she came to the town, she would take a detour to take a look when she was leaving. Just a sneak peek could relieve the pain of lovesickness.
This time she also took a detour in front of the book club, but this time she found that the door of the book club was closed and two white lanterns were hung in front of the door.
Wang Xiu¡¯s heart trembled, what¡¯s going on?
An old man passed by the book club. Wang Xiu quickly went up and asked: "Old man, old man, why is this book club closed?"
The old man glanced at Wang Xiu, shook his head and said, "You are committing evil, alas."
Wang Xiu panicked and asked, "What happened?"
The old man said in a deep voice: "A few days ago, a mandrill appeared in Queyang Mountain, sucking the essence, blood and marrow of living people everywhere for cultivation. What a good person Li Xiucai's wife was, gentle and virtuous, but she was kidnapped by that mandrill. No, I definitely won¡¯t survive.¡±
"Ah!" Wang Xiu's expression changed. Although every time she came to take a peek at her sweetheart, she would see the husband and wife treating each other with respect and harmony, but she didn't have any thoughts of jealousy.
That is indeed a good woman, a typical Xiaojiabiyu, a good wife and mother. If Wang Xiu himself were a man, he would also like such a woman.
"What about Li Xiucai?" Wang Xiu asked again.
The old man said: "Didn't the county government invite Master Mingzhen to subdue demons? The day before yesterday, he followed the Master into the mountains. He said that he wanted to see people alive and saw corpses when dead. Even if he died, he would His wife¡¯s body was brought back and buried in the ancestral grave, we cannot let her body be exposed in the wilderness.¡±
"Tiger, why do the recent bamboo shoots smell so bad?" Gungun sat on the ground and asked with a frown while picking bamboo shoots from the pile of bamboo shoots in front of him.
Lin Qingtang, who was sitting cross-legged on the water lily leaves, turned to the wild flower cat Leng Leng and asked: "Leng Leng, where did you pick these bamboo shoots?"
Leng Leng held a reed in her right hand and dangled it in front of her eyes, and her eyes followed the reed flowers. After hearing this, she paused for a moment and said, "To the east of Qingyi Mountain, close to Queyang Mountain."
Lin Qingtang closed his eyes slightly, and his spiritual thoughts instantly spread within a thousand miles of Qingyi Mountain. Then he opened his eyes and said, "Gungun, don't eat them. Those bamboo shoots have been contaminated with the corpse energy of the mandrills of Queyang Mountain."
"Ah!" Gungun's face turned pale, he threw the bamboo shoots out with a shake of his little hand, and then he lay on the ground crying: "I want to eat bamboo shoots! I want to eat bamboo shoots!"
The fifteen-year-old goat spirit girl jumped on Gungun, hugged her and said, "Sister Gun, please stop crying. I will go to the north to break bamboo for you later."
"But the north is full of cliffs, it's too dangerous," he said with tears in his eyes.
He said coldly to the side: "It's okay, she is a goat."
"Yangyang, you are so kind." Gungun burst into tears and smiled.
The thirteen-year-old white rabbit girl Qi Qi came over with a basket of flowers, took out one and put it on Leng Leng¡¯s head.
At this time, Lin Qingtang said to everyone: "Don't go to the east for now. That mandrill has been wandering outside Qingyi Mountain."
"Huh?" Everyone was slightly startled and a little scared at the same time.
The so-called mandrill is the essence of the mountain, which absorbs the essence of the sun and moon and is resurrected with the help of human or animal corpses.
This kind of spirit is very vicious. They need to suck the blood of living creatures to cultivate.
Lin Qingtang said: "The mandrill should have come for me that day, but I didn't expect that it mistakenly recognized the wrong person and injured fellow Taoist Zhang Daoling."
"What kind of fellow Taoist? He's a scoundrel, huh." He said coldly and disdainfully.
Lin Qingtang said: "This mandrill is a blood mandrill. It belongs to a different kind of spirit. Its target must be me."
"Why?" asked Bai Shu, a seventeen-year-old white rat spirit.
Lin Qingtang said: "Qingyi Mountain and Queyang Mountain are connected by the remaining veins, but they are not under the jurisdiction of the mountain god of Qingyi Mountain. However, because the remaining veins are connected, it is impossible for another mountain god to be born when there is a mountain god in Qingyi Mountain. "
Bai Shu said in surprise: "Does it want to be a mountain god?"
Lin Qingtang said calmly: "If the mandrill monster can become a mountain god, it will be a positive result for it. It will transform from a monster into a righteous god and no longer an evil creature. Why don't you want to?"
"Its corpse energy has begun to permeate Queyang Mountain." Lin Qingtang said, lightly spreading her bare hands, and a green bamboo branch that exuded a quiet aura appeared in her hand.
Seeing Lin Qingtang offering bamboo branches, Gungun immediately piled up the bamboo shoots infected with corpse energy in front of him and brought them to Lin Qingtang.
Lin Qingtang looked at Gungun and smiled softly, then used a bamboo branch to sweep over Gungun and the bamboo shoots.
I saw a clear flash of spiritual light, and the corpse energy on the bamboo shoots and the bad luck within ten feet were instantly purified by the spiritual light emanating from the bamboo branches.
¡®Kacha¡¯ Gungun couldn¡¯t wait to pick up a bamboo shoot and took a bite. Then he screamed excitedly and rolled on the ground happily holding the bamboo shoot.
This bamboo branch is called Yujing Bamboo, and like the Qingyi Sword, it is Lin Qingtang's natal magic weapon.
As the name suggests, Jade Pure Bamboo generates its own jade pure aura, which can cleanse away all dirt and evil spirits.
Lin Qingtang then held the Yu Jing Bamboo in his hand and threw it into the air. After that, Yu Jing Bamboo flashed with spiritual energy, and the clear spiritual energy fell from the sky, instantly covering the entire Qingyi Mountain.
I saw the light of clouds appear in the sky above Qingyi Mountain, and then the mountain was filled with pure air, and all the evil and filthy air around the edges of Qingyi Mountain was instantly swept away.
Even the bloody corpse energy used by the mandrills to infect Qingyi Mountain was instantly purged, and the east side of Qingyi Mountain, which was originally half-covered by fog, returned to being clear and ethereal.
The mountains were ethereal and picturesque. Lin Qingtang stood up and said to the little monsters present: "You guys stay well in the mountains. I'll take a trip to Queyang Mountain."
"Yeah, okay." The little demons responded obediently.
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