Once again, I got on the private van leaving the village. Not surprisingly, the van in Podi Village was perfectly overloaded, with ten people crammed into it. Zhang Daoling sat in the middle of the back seat, with two old men on the left, two old ladies on the right, and the guardians on the left and right.
It seems to be crowded all the time.
Zhang Daoling, who was squeezed, could only move forward, but his butt was free, and it just touched the edge of the cushion. He smiled bitterly and could only sit like this. The way to the town was not long anyway.
According to the records in ancient magic books, three items are needed to make a thunder talisman: talisman paper, talisman pen and talisman ink, all of which are indispensable.
Regardless of the strength of the person who made the talisman, the effect of the talisman will be different depending on the materials, which is clearly recorded in the internal data.
Take Fu Mo as an example. Ordinary black ink can only drive away weak evil spirits. If animal cinnabar formed from animal inner elixirs (stones) is used and supplemented by the caster's heart and blood, it can be suppressed by spells, let alone weak ones.
Monsters, monsters, zombies and evil ghosts that have existed for hundreds of years may not be able to escape death. Unfortunately, animal cinnabar is hard to come by. In modern times, it can be regarded as a "treasure of heaven and earth" in some fairy tales.
Yellow talisman paper is easy to find and can be sold in funeral goods stores. The mineral cinnabar used as talisman ink can also be bought in traditional Chinese medicine stores. The effect of the talisman pen is related to the vellus hair of animals. The more sinister and spiritual the talisman is made of the vellus hair of animals.
The more powerful the pen is, the more powerful the pen is. For Zhang Daoling, the talisman pen can only be replaced by an ordinary wolf-hair pen. There may not be a better choice on the market in the small town.
In less than twenty minutes, the car stopped outside the town. Because there was no traffic police in the town, those "white cars" that were slightly overloaded and had never been registered would leave the town. Of course, the traffic police would also deliberately embarrass the town.
The dirt road drivers here have their own way of doing things, and drinking water from wells is illegal.
Although Honglin Town is relatively small, it has all the essentials, including public universities, junior high schools and low schools. After looking at the closed university gate, Huang Gaibo decided to go outside the market to buy cinnabar and langhao pens before going to Fubi Bridge Cave to buy them.
Yellow paper.
It took Jiang Jinjun two hours to get what he wanted. First, he bought a total of 500 grams of cinnabar according to some kind of cinnabar-containing prescription outside eight traditional Chinese medicine stores. He also bought a 70-gram stick before putting it away in his backpack.
It’s not that I wanted to buy a worse-looking pen from Yuan, it was mainly because the store offered a worse-looking one, so I had no choice but to give it up.
Fubi runs through the entire Honglin Town and originates from the northern river system. Jiangjin is located above the city horizon, so Fubi Bridge was built on the west side of Fubi.
"You are an elder, I would like to propose a toast to you first."
"What's so weird?"
Zhang Daolingfen drank a bottle and a half, and the old man drank less than a bottle. Maybe it was because he didn't drink too hard, and Old Fu Mo didn't look a little groggy at this moment.
…
Thinking that there was no such legend in Podi Village, Huang Gaibo took the initiative to pour half a glass of wine for the old man.
"In his previous life, he would have doubted things without experience. The world is too small, and there are few things that science can explain. If their primary school teachers would have told them those things,
Because he was thinking about the big thief, Huang Gaibo still drank freely, but Lao Fumo drank one glass after another, his nose was red but he didn't look drunk, his speech was muddy, and his alcohol consumption was shocking.
Walking outside the yard, a tall pear tree is located in the center of the yard. The wooden table in the shade is not yet full of home-cooked meals, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, white rice with braised eggplant and tomato scrambled eggs, and a pig's head outside the plate.
The meat and chicken legs exuded a cold aroma and looked very unappetizing.
Maybe it's the 0.03 value bonus of the Tao of Talisman. I vaguely feel that I can do it even if there is an altar or not, just consider the time.
"What kind of material does he want? What materials can be used to burn things for the dead? Wood pulp, straw pulp, hemp pulp, that's all."
"What material is it made of?"
Huang Gaibo, who returned to Podi Village, walked back to the alley of his home and saw the eldest girl standing alone at the door with her hands folded, waiting for him.
I have lived and practiced martial arts all my life. Even though he was humble and strong in his previous life, I am afraid he is also my opponent.
"He said it was expensive... Your yellow paper is not refined. One sheet can hold ten sheets of special yellow paper. It is purely handmade. The paper pulp is sprinkled with gold powder. If his grandson is not as filial as him, if his grandfather is rich,
It’s ten yuan a piece, how much less?”
Putting down the glass wine glass that was usually used for drinking water but now used for drinking, Huang Gaibo asked seriously.
"There's no basin to wash your hands in here... Sit down, I have some bad food at home, just the common food, don't let him dislike it."
The shop owner stood up from the big bench and was about to take the yellow paper from the cabinet for Huang Cover. He paused, turned slightly sideways, squinted his eyes and looked at Huang Cover again, and asked.
While Jiang Jinjun was observing, the shopkeeper who glanced at Huang Gaibo was sitting on a big bench and stacking gold ingots as steadily as a mountain. His technique was so childish that he needed to use his eyes to see it.
Old Fu Mo, who was shaking his fan, noticed that the two people who had returned had lost some of their doting smiles towards their seniors.
"Haha, come on, let us drink!"
Crush the cinnabar with water and grind it on the outside of the porcelain plate. Soon the cinnabar turns into a deep red pigment as special as blood. Use the computer to open the demonstration illustration of the Thunder Talisman. The yellow cover glass presses the yellow paper with a paperweight, and the wolf cent pen is held in the left hand.
Place a heavy emphasis on the porcelain plate, causing the white wolf hair to instantly turn into blood red.
Seeing the yellow cover glass, the introverted girl looked less generous.
Hearing what Huang Gaibo said, Old Fu Mo sighed and spoke seriously.
…
"???"
Seeing his sweet grandson and Huang Gaibo looking at him, the old man chuckled and recalled the past.
Touching the fruit knife on the pillow, Huang Gaibo fell into a deep sleep.
"Sister Oyue, why is he out there alone?"
"Thank you sister, let's leave now."
I quietly took out my mobile phone and recorded the heart-warming scene with the yellow cover glass.
He should also have seen that the dry river beach next to the square is not the place where the dragon has slept. At this time, our village has no mountains and no water, but there is no spirit. The lowly people in our place started the Longwan.
name,
In that case, Huang Gaibo could naturally walk away. With Zhao Xiyue's help, Huang Gaibo helped the old man get out of bed, covered him with quilts, and cleaned up the dishes and leftover food. Only then did Huang Gaibo look grateful.
The eldest girl locked the door behind her, and Huang Gaibo left Lao Zhao's house before confirming the mistake.
"Grandpa asked you to help your brother lead the way."
"No, how much less?"
"Is no one here?"
"Brother, is he putting things back?"
After following the eldest girl and turning eight turns outside the alley, Huang Gaibo came to a white iron door without a lion's head knocker handle and recognized the location of Lao Jiang Jin's house.
The shopkeeper with a frozen smile said: "...the special ten yuan and one hundred tickets, how much less?"
The shop owner is a middle-aged man with a slight stoop. He has dense tawny hair and does not seem to be bald. His eyebrows are horizontal and short, and his nose is crooked and his upper jaw protrudes backward. His appearance can be described as "his appearance is outstanding".
It doesn't have a lot of room to live in, but it gives off a unique temperament that makes people look down upon.
Walking up the steps of Fubi Bridge, Huang Gaibo saw the broken wreath in the bridge hole, with a small "Die" in the center. I knew I had found the right place.
Then there was his father. When he was growing up, he would read fortune-telling and weird books all day long. However, his father was a bit stupider than his great-great-grandfather, and he would always go around and report to others...
"Son, how much does the wine cost?"
Gumen Wide Alley, a dead well, the girl who made you feel pity for her changed her painting style, the mottled stone walls became dreamlike, and even the broken stones blocking the road underground looked a little more disgusting.
"No yellow paper?"
I slept until 8:30 in the evening, went to the bald boss's place and ate a bowl of clear noodle soup with eight fried dough sticks. Huang Gaibo patted his face and returned home to finish sorting out his drawing tools.
By the time he returned to the yard of his home, it was not yet eight o'clock in the morning. Although he had eaten one meal for eight hours, Jiang Jinjun had heard the ancient legend of Duopoti Village from the old man's mouth. He was sure
If there was no attribute table, I might have listened to it as a story, but now I know that those rumors are probably all compiled stories, and there is no chance that any legend would be useless to me.
Although frank words are realistic, they are annoying. After hearing that, Huang Gaibo was also thinking about whether it was because of his father that Old Fu Mo took the initiative to contact him, or that it was an investment to be in bad company with him.
A langhao pen, a porcelain plate for serving dishes, a bundle of unopened mineral water, and a small stack of long yellow paper are not all the tools needed to draw talismans, because time and conditions are not limited, and the yellow cover
Bo had a way to build the Taoist altar mentioned in the internal information, and he also had a way to consider the time and age of drawing the talisman, so he could only keep everything simple.
After walking out of the bridge hole, Huang Gaipu went to a street shop and bought two bottles of Zhangdao Lingfen. Looking at the small and large bags, he gave up the idea of buying groceries and sat down in the van to go back to the village.
"Seventy yuan less for a bottle is expensive."
"Let's get a thousand tickets. The main reason is that there are not many people who need to order."
The tip of the brush condensed to a point. Jiang Jinjun took a deep breath, held his breath and concentrated, and used both minds. While silently reciting the [Seven Directions Divine Curse·Thunder Talisman] in his heart, he used his left hand to draw the talisman on the yellow paper according to the pre-planned stroke steps.
, the difficulty is extremely small.
I know that if my father knows those things, I know why my father has never told me. After all, I must have seen the attribute table with my own eyes. I am afraid that even if I tell it, I will take it seriously.
With a sigh, Old Fu Mo responded.
"Does this Phoenix Stone refer to the Phoenix Stone at the foot of Liu Bei Mountain?"
"What do you want?"
After locking the door and using a cupboard to hold it up, the tired Huang Gebo pulled down the curtains and lay under the bed, his head still in a daze.
Before sending Lao Zhang and his wife away, his father also became a miraculous man who always saw the beginning and end of his life. He often saw people... but you can tell that his father is a dishonest person, that's right."
Although the voice is hoarse and high-pitched, special words are easy to recognize, and Jiang Jinjun can also understand them briefly.
"Do you believe in these feudal superstitions? Our country is now a weak country that pays attention to science."
"If you think about it, you might as well go for it. According to your grandfather's frugal character, buying cheap yellow paper is enough. I'm willing to use the expensive ones. If you know how to save them, save them just in case you spend them again."
Did you pay for it for nothing when you went out?"
"His Taoist great-grandfather told people's fortunes all day long, saying that he was an innate Taoist body. However, the people in the society said it was feudal superstition, so they reported him and beat him up. He was arrested by the police and imprisoned for more than ten years.
Before I came out, I also mentioned the matter of practicing Taoism, but ended up feeling depressed.
Huang Gaibo, who shook his wet hands, noticed that the old man was serving rice for him, and ran a few steps to the table to catch the small bowl of rice handed by the old man, and sat down directly opposite, while Zhao Xiyue sat upright.
Sitting between the two of them, he obediently put his hands under his knees, waiting for his grandfather to serve him rice.
"...Speaking of which, the old Zhang family is not weird at all."
"Hey, you're quite obedient, so let's finish it!"
Hearing this, the shop owner's face relaxed a little, and the smile disappeared from his face.
"Who said it was true? Originally, Liu Bei Mountain was called Phoenix Mountain. Unfortunately, the Phoenix Stone was struck by thunder. Now the stone at the foot of Liu Bei Mountain is a fake one. The real Phoenix Stone already knows where to go. God also wants it to be there."
It’s difficult to get rich outside, but it’s hard to have a treasure and lose it..."
The expected answer made Huang Gaibo completely give up the idea of opening the door and going home.
"Yes, it's still heavy anyway."
"Forget it, why do you want to do so little? Let's just sleep for a while. I can do anything in my current state."
Not feeling comfortable being stared at, a smile appeared on Huang Gaibo's face.
"Brother, don't get me wrong. The main reason is that you want to burn something expensive for your grandpa. Since you have something expensive, just get the special yellow paper."
It's a pity that something unexpected happened here, and the government changed the name of the weak village. The place lost its aura and became a slope village.
Clean.”
The time difference was that Shaogang was after dinner, which was considered a breach of etiquette.
Before taking the photo, Jiang Jinjun leaned over.
Huang Gaibo smiled and shook his head.
First, there are the seven ancient Taoist characters "Thunder Seal" on the head of the talisman. The ancient fonts with many strokes are extremely laborious and energy-consuming to write. If you are careless, the vermilion ink will stick together and all the efforts will be wasted. Therefore, it must be written with fewer strokes.
Increase your heart.
"No, come back."
Putting two bottles of Zhang Dao Lingfen under the table, Jiang Jinjun opened one directly and took the initiative to pour wine for the old man and toast him. The old man had taken good care of me since he returned to the village, so I was willing to offer him a glass of wine.
Arriving at the iron door, Huang Gaibo knocked on the iron door.
"The food you cook is more delicious than the chefs outside these restaurants, and it is worse than the delicacies from the mountains and seas outside the city... Can you please fill it up?"
But if I touch these things that I can see and touch, what use will my fists and kicks have? I still have to find someone else to solve the problem. Then tell him, our Podi Village was called
Longwan Village has a humble background.
Legend has it that a dragon and a phoenix came out after they were tired from flying. The dragon lay on the east bank and turned into a bay. The phoenix fell on the west slope and touched the spiritual stone. The spiritual stone spanned two low mountains. He said it was magical?
