Jing'er took the shark back to the underworld with tears in her eyes, after all, that was her world.
When leaving, Jing'er burst into tears as if she wanted to drain all the water out of her body. After all, she was still a child at heart, and she didn't want to be separated from everyone.
Grandpa, uncle, and Grandma Jian Shu coaxed her for a long time before Jing'er let go of Chujiu and I's arms. She promised to come to us again after absorbing the Mermaid Tears and becoming stronger, and she would definitely stay for a long, long time next time.
I was about to clean up the long table in the yard, but my uncle waved his hand to stop me. He said that since the altar was set up, he simply made some talismans to supplement the ninth day of the lunar month.
I have never seen how talisman paper is made, but today I can open my eyes to see why a seemingly ordinary piece of yellow paper can have these different effects.
My uncle returned to the house, and after a long time he brought a black cloth package, placed it on the altar table, and opened it carefully.
The package contained some bottles and cans, two writing brushes, one large and one small, and yellow paper folded into a square that looked shabby.
I have seen this kind of paper before. I bought it for a small amount of money from Chujiu and the boss at the farmer's market sacrifice shop. He told me that it was blank talisman paper.
"The larger brush belongs to your uncle, and the smaller one was used by your master before."
Grandpa pointed to the writing brush on the table and said. Grandma Jian Shu had a smile on her face and stood not far away to watch her uncle draw the talisman. Even Vidyadhara, who always liked to stay alone in his room when he had nothing to do, seldom went back to the house.
I asked my grandpa, is there any difference? In my opinion, except that the material of the pen barrel is better than that of ordinary brushes, there is not much difference.
Grandpa tapped my head with his fingers. After I woke up from coma, I followed in the footsteps of the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, and my head was always knocked by grandpa. Grandpa told me that the success rate of drawing amulets is related to the materials used. Good talismans
Pens can increase your success rate a lot.
The two pens in my uncle's hand are extremely valuable in the eyes of knowledgeable people. In the early years, a Taoist friend from Longhu Mountain was willing to exchange a thousand yuan for my uncle's talisman pen, let alone his master's.
This is the pen.
The holder of the talisman pen is made of peach wood, but it is not ordinary peach wood, it is lightning strike wood that is hundreds of years old.
The so-called lightning-strike wood, as the name suggests, is wood that has been struck by lightning.
In this world, every being has a certain lifespan. Peach trees that can live for more than a hundred years are rare, and if they happen to be planted by lightning and survive, they are definitely hard to find. If someone happens to find them, imagine their value.
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I was sighing that the master was so powerful. He could find all the mahogany trees with so many conditions. Grandpa smiled and shook his head and asked me, have I forgotten what the master does? It can be found by calculation.
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"The rosary beads I gave you are also made of lightning-struck wood." The Vidyadhara Master at the side suddenly spoke.
My head was buzzing. It seemed to me that they could take out something that was hard to find. I turned around and told Vidyadhara that I remembered the three thousand yuan. A smile appeared on Vidyadhara’s face.
flower.
"Do you think this is the end? Although it is rare for lightning to strike a tree, those powerful people can still get it. The key point is this head."
The top material of the talisman pen is lanugo, which is the hair on a newborn baby. These hairs are formed in the mother's womb and have their own innate aura. The tip of my uncle's talisman pen is made of lanugo hair.
If grandpa hadn't told me about the talisman pen and the material of the pen, I probably wouldn't be able to figure it out even if I tried. Grandpa said it was the beard of a tiger spirit that had lived for at least five hundred years.
It seems that what Master gave me was nothing but shock.
I have read a lot of novels and essays. The chance of ordinary people surviving encountering a tiger is almost zero. Apart from Wu Song and Li Kui in "Water Margin", the only person I can think of who can kill a tiger is Yang Zhong.
Yang Zhong, this name doesn’t sound too loud. But everyone knows that his son is Yang Jian, the founding emperor of the Sui Dynasty!
Yang Zhong was a general of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and a subordinate of Yu Wentai, the leader of the Western Wei Dynasty.
Once when I was hunting with Yuwentai, a fierce tiger suddenly jumped out. Yuwentai was paralyzed on the spot, and even the horse was frightened. At this time, Yang Zhong took the lead and rushed out to grab the tiger's waist with his arm and his other hand.
Reach into the tiger's mouth and pull out the tiger's tongue, easily killing the tiger.
How could the master fight against a fierce tiger, or a tiger that has lived for more than five hundred years and become a spirit? Could it be that the master's martial arts can already do it?
"What are you thinking about? That tiger spirit was dead at the time!"
Grandpa knocked me on the head again, and I came back to reality from my wild thoughts. I finally felt that my master was a normal person, not a god.
The uncle was pouring liquid and powder from those bottles into a small saucer, and it seemed that he was mixing the paint for the talisman.
Grandpa explained that the orange-red color is special cinnabar, and those powders are collectively called gold powder. Although they are called gold powder, they are actually more valuable than gold powder and are ground from rare gemstones.
After my uncle mixed the paint, he carefully unfolded the folded blank talisman paper. The unfolded talisman paper was only about one-fifth of the size he brought back on the ninth day of the lunar month.
"I estimated that all the remaining talisman papers can probably be used to draw 20 talismans. I have to look for those old guys when I go out this time, hey."
When my uncle talked about finding those old guys, his expression was not very good, and grandpa also sighed.
Master Vidyadhara waved to me, and I walked next to Master Vidyadhara. Master Vidyadhara told me that he knew those old guys that my uncle mentioned. They mastered the art of making talisman paper and could not buy it with money.
You can exchange it for items they recognize. My grandfather and uncle suffered a lot in exchange for a piece of talisman paper.
I stared at Chujiu, indicating that it was time for him to come on. Sure enough, Chujiu came to my uncle with a stern look on his face and patted him.
"Isn't it just a piece of tattered paper? As for being so worried? How can you look like the leader of a village?"
The uncle kicked Chujiu two meters away, his eyes widened, and he said angrily that he was originally going to give Chujiu half, but now he only wants to give him five.
Chujiu jumped up from the ground, patted the dust on his pants, smiled and said to his uncle, if he could take out this kind of tattered paper, would all the drawn talisman papers belong to him?
My uncle answered without thinking, no matter how many talisman papers he brought out on the ninth day of the lunar month, he would draw them all tonight.
Chujiu ran into the house with a smile, and I saw my uncle and grandpa raising their eyebrows. Grandpa patted my head and told me that my uncle had already seen the talisman paper on Chujiu.
"Then why uncle?"
I just wanted to ask my grandpa why my uncle agreed to finish all the paintings. I immediately thought that my grandpa and my uncle were going out for a trip, and my uncle was caring about the ninth day of the lunar month in a different way.
Thinking of this, I felt sad and envious that my uncle would love me so much.
Although grandpa also doted on me, he teased me too many times. I touched my empty pocket, snorted at grandpa, and ran to Vidyadhara Master.
"Your grandpa is annoying, let's talk."
Master Vidyadhara asked me to bring out some small benches, and everyone sat under the eaves and waited quietly for my uncle to draw the talisman. Master Vidyadhara specially sat next to me and talked to me about the talisman paper.
Making talismans belongs to the inheritance of Taoism. It is different from Taoism and is a separate lineage. It is said that there are only a few people left in the world who can make talismans.
The raw materials for making talisman paper all have extremely strong magical power to drive away evil spirits. Even if you know what materials are used and do not understand the specific process flow, even if the paper is made, it is just superficial and cannot bear the weight of the invitation.
of divine power.
Grandpa casually mentioned the raw materials for making talisman paper. There were peach wood powder, cypress wood powder, jujube wood powder, stone powder, brick powder, cloth and silk as well as ordinary yellow paper.
"Who wants you to talk too much? I don't know?"
Master Vidyadhara rolled his eyes at his grandfather and said that the raw material of the talisman paper is not a secret, and all orthodox Taoist priests know it.
Most of the talismans we usually see are of little use. They are just fake Taoist priests who draw on ordinary yellow paper. They have no magical power at all, and they can only scare those evil spirits who have no influence on the world.
Chujiu rushed to my uncle with a whole piece of talisman paper showing off, looked at the paint in the small saucer, made a face with my uncle, and ran towards me.
"In the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, I was so smart that I could tell that I had prepared enough paint."
Grandma Jian Shu said with a smile and waved to Chujiu to sit on the empty bench next to her.
"Chujiu, why don't you draw the talisman with your uncle?"
Chujiu curled his lips, and grandpa tapped my head with his finger again. Although Chujiu could also draw talismans, compared to his uncle, he still had too little time to practice, and his skills were not as good as his. The saturation of the divine power he invited was not enough, and it was far away.
It's not as powerful as what my uncle painted.
Chujiu nodded and told me that drawing talismans was a particularly troublesome task. It required abstaining from meat and alcohol three days in advance and adjusting one's mentality. On the day of drawing the talisman, one also had to take a bath and change clothes, and go to heaven and earth to ask if the sky was suitable for drawing the talisman.
"That uncle?"
I pointed at my uncle. I saw him drinking several bowls of wine during the meal.
"He doesn't need it. Your uncle can be regarded as one of the few accomplished people today. He has long since reached the state of following his heart."
Grandma Jian Shu said to me with a smile, and joked that the talisman drawn in the ninth day of the lunar month will definitely be better.
After the uncle finished preparing, he looked back at everyone. He squinted his eyes, stared at the sky and checked the direction, then closed his eyes and whispered the meditation mantra.
After opening his eyes again, my uncle picked up the mahogany sword on the table, waved the sword flower in his hand, pointed to the east in the sky, turned around and pointed to the west again.
"The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, the Mysterious Lady of the Nine Heavens, the Lord of the Big Dipper, the Supreme Immortal Master, give me instructions, yang essence and yang soul, yin spirit and yin soul, follow my spell quickly, come to my body quickly, if there is any violation,
As Ni Taiqing, the gods in the heavens, the Taoist Zhenren, and the gods of the past have urgently come to help me in my journey. I entrust you with urgent laws and orders from the Supreme Lord."
After reciting a long spell, my uncle still maintained his previous movements, as if he was asleep.
I heard Chujiu, who was sitting next to me, muttering in a low voice: "There must be something awesome, there must be something awesome."
Grandpa and the others suddenly held their breath and stared at my uncle closely. After about a minute, my uncle suddenly opened his eyes and said:
"It can be broken but cannot be changed. It can be burned. But its knots cannot be destroyed. Even if it dies, its name can be hung on the silk."