Chapter 7: Rampant Soldiers in the Mountains, Ghost Infant Altar
Song Lin stayed in the Laoshan Taoist World for three years.
During the three years, he learned the Eight Secret Techniques of Zhigang Taoist, broke through to the fetal breath realm, and knew how to make Qianlong Shexi Powder.
The cause and effect in ancient books exceeds 50%.
I have gained a lot. Although I cannot take it with me, I will have relevant memories when I return to reality, so I can practice slowly.
Song Lin thought and returned to the real world.
As soon as I returned to the real world, I suddenly felt weak, my vision turned black, and I almost fell down from the bed.
"not good!"
Very hungry……
Song Lin almost forgot about this. He stayed in Laoshan World for three years and three days passed in the outside world.
I haven't eaten a bite of food in these three days.
Fortunately, I woke up in time, otherwise I would have starved to death.
Song Lin dug out a few dry biscuits and wolfed them down with cold water, finally feeling better.
"Be careful next time." Song Lin murmured to himself.
Entering a regular diet will not prevent you from eating grains. It can last a little longer at most. If you don't eat for ten days, you should be fine. If you don't eat for ten days, it won't work.
After regaining his strength, he opened the ancient book and flipped over his information column on the third page.
Name: Song Lin
Realm: enter regular period
Daoxing: half a year
Miraculous power: bat method of improving eyesight.
Items: Three Yang Fire Sword, Qi Nourishing Pills, Hidden Dragon Shooting Breath Powder.
Back to reality, the panel changes accordingly, and it really cannot be brought out.
But he still has memories.
Thinking of this, Song Lin stood up and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed.
Hidden inside was a wooden sword, as well as miscellaneous yellow paper, cinnabar, etc.
These are the things that Zhang put under his bed.
Song Lin took out the talisman paper, spread it on the table, rubbed the cinnabar with water, and dabbed a little on it with the brush in his hand.
Be calm and focused, and guard the mourning platform closely.
Then write.
First, draw three hooks, which represent the three pure things, which are the talisman heads.
Then there are the external lines such as the edict, the two pillars of heaven and earth, and the hot wheel. Inside are the four characters "avoid filth and exorcise evil", and a "gang" character is added at the end.
Finally, add a little bit of invigoration.
Sure enough, it failed.
Song Lin was not discouraged and continued to draw the symbols.
The spell to recreate the story world takes time and needs to be practiced from scratch.
Drawing symbols is relatively easy, as long as you have good skills in drawing symbols and draw them completely.
This kind of talisman is not too difficult. It belongs to the "Kubun School" and has fixed rules and formats. It can be painted with the unique infusing skills of talismans.
There is also a pictorial style, which has no rules and looks like a ghost painting.
Everyone draws the same spell differently.
This kind of talisman has no words, and the lines are drawn with the true energy and spiritual thoughts of the person who draws the talisman, achieving the effect of stimulating the power of heaven and earth.
This type of talisman is more powerful.
Just as he was thinking about it, Song Lin completely drew the talisman for avoiding filth.
An hour passed, and a total of three evil talismans and two fire talismans were drawn.
By this point in the painting, the energy has been almost exhausted.
At this time, the sky was dim and bright.
Song Lin packed his things and went out.
The morning was hazy and dew wet my shoulders.
Every intersection is guarded by tall, yellow-turban Taoist soldiers with faces as red as jade.
Normally he remains motionless like a statue, but if something unexpected happens, he immediately transforms into a glaring King Kong and smashes the enemy's head.
Soon, Song Lin came to a luxurious mansion.
White walls, black tiles, rich doors and high pavilions.
There are two lifelike black deer at the door, and two large flags are placed next to them, and the flags are hunting in the wind.
The plaque above the Zhumen reads two big characters: Dian Zao
As soon as I came to this mansion and the surrounding gardens.
It was as if the surrounding environment had changed. The sky became gray and gloomy, and a hazy green mist filled the surroundings of the mansion, making Dianzao Mansion look like a netherworld.
This is Dian Zaofu.
One of the departments in the warehouse is called Dianzao.
Responsible for manufacturing various utensils, processing materials, maintaining altars, utensils, etc.
Wude is the altar owner of the Yin and Yang Dharma Altar in Dian Zao Mansion, and there is another person in Dian Zao.
Song Lin walked through the gate.
At this time, there were dark shadows next to the gate, and a group of people came out of the mist.
Song Lin stopped where he was as these people passed by him.
These people are nine feet tall, wearing brown armor, holding long knives, with indigo complexions, disheveled hair, and long and narrow fangs.
There were eighteen people in two lines.
The armored general at the head had sharp eyes and two yellow flags stuck behind his shoulders, which read "Visiting the Mountain Rampant".
The armored general glanced at Song Lin, saw the boy's urn at his waist, and then quietly floated away with his soldiers.
After they left, Song Lin continued walking deeper into the mansion, sweating unknowingly.
These are not humans, but rampant soldiers, also known as ghost soldiers.
They are stronger than ordinary evil ghosts. Even if there are only eighteen people, if they form a formation, two hundred evil ghosts will not be able to defeat them.
Follow the route to the hall, and be led by a Taoist boy to another courtyard.
When you enter the courtyard, you see yellow paper all over the floor and yellow cloth with runes hanging on the wall.
The house in the courtyard is like a large ancestral hall, housing hundreds of black altars.
Cigarette smoke curls into the sky.
There were few people in the courtyard, and a big man in purple commanded everyone.
This person is Taoist Master Wude, and Li Xuan is standing next to him.
"Oh, you're finally here." When Li Xuan saw Song Lin, he immediately stepped forward with a smile, "I thought you weren't coming, so I was about to send someone to find you."
"Why don't you come? It's a good thing, isn't it?"
Song Lin seemed to be smiling, but for some reason, Li Xuan was extremely uncomfortable with his look.
Although only three days have passed, after three years of practice in the world of Laoshan and dozens of lives tested by medicine, he has already developed a city that is indistinguishable from emotion to anger.
"That's good." Li Xuan smiled, probably it was his own misunderstanding.
He is just an ordinary Taoist boy, how can he be worthy of being looked upon by himself.
From now on, he will be a disciple of Taoist Master Wude. He has a bright future. How can he be compared to a small Taoist boy? So what if he cheats this guy? Can he still seek revenge on himself?
Thinking of this, Li Xuan's face turned cold and said: "Do a good job, I know you have complaints in your heart, but the world is unfair, isn't it?"
"Haha, what you said is absolutely true." Song Lin laughed.
He was too lazy to talk. Once he had the chance, he would repay the karma of his past and present.
"What's wrong?"
Taoist priest Wude noticed Song Lin, and then looked at Li Xuan: "Is this the person you recommended?"
"Yes, Taoist Priest."
"Okay, Liuhe!" Taoist Master Wude shouted towards the hall.
"coming!"
A shadow flashed, and a middle-aged man with bronze skin appeared in front of everyone. Judging from the magic urn on his waist, he was a high-ranking Taoist boy who had been awarded the general urn.
"Take him to familiarize yourself with the affairs of the Dharma altar, and..."
A scream interrupted everyone's conversation.
I saw that a black altar in the temple was broken, and a stream of black energy flew out from it.
The palm-sized red-fruited green ghost baby whirled and grew in size, and suddenly lay on the neck of a Taoist boy. Its fangs pierced the Taoist boy's neck, making a frightening sucking sound. The Taoist boy soon turned into a mummy.
Priest Wude's eyes shot out a cold light, he made a gesture with his hands, and a ball of green yin fire flew out, burning the ghost baby and mummy to ashes.
This scene scared everyone speechless.
In just a moment, a life was lost.
Taoist priest Wu De cursed loudly:
"Damn it, how many times have I told you? You must not only burn incense to sacrifice the ghost boy, but also feed it with glutinous rice, dried fruits, ghost grass, and human blood tanned pills every three days. Did you forget it again?"
"Your name is Song Lin?" Taoist priest Wude looked over.
"Exactly."
"From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of the ghost baby altar."