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Chapter 76: The Moon Talisman Too Showing

Chapter 76: Taiyue Moon Talisman



The effective range of the magic power and magic weapons of practitioners in the innate stage is only a dozen feet or so. If they want to fight at a distance, the most common method of the Maoshan Southern Sect is the 'Taiwan Ying Yue Talisman'.

In the beginning, Uncle Jiu used this talisman to suppress the incorrigible bones of the church in Jiuquan Town.

As for why he didn't just come to the door and bring the soul back? Nonsense, Xu Junming is not stupid. A monk's dojo is often equipped with formations, as well as various hidden magical weapons or spiritual beasts. He rushes in without knowing the details.

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Unless you have great strength and a strong head, the rest is that you will have a long life.

The sky lantern was as fast as a shooting star, and soon it came over the manor and headed straight to the east courtyard.

Since the purpose is to get back the soul, Xu Junming doesn't hesitate.

"The supreme infinite, pure golden light of the sun!"

A bright golden light of pure sunlight shot out from the Kongming Lantern, broke through the restriction of the main hall, and flew in.

'Looking' at countless black altars, because he had long remembered the soul aura of the Huang family, Xu Junming urged the 'soul-binding talisman', and the black chains flew out, breaking the blockade and grabbing the soul of a six or seven-year-old child.

Kongming lantern.

"How brave, you actually dare to come and provoke me, please stay with me!"

With an angry shout, a white light as thick as the mouth of a bowl hit the Kongming Lantern head-on.

With a ray of consciousness entrusted to Xu Junming, he could sense the changes here instantly.

"The Supreme Wuji, Bagua protects the body!"

The Kongming Lantern shattered with a 'bang' sound and turned into a golden light the size of a water tank, blocking the flying white spiritual light.

Xu Junming's consciousness took Huang Jiazi's soul and instantly turned into light and flew away.

In a moment, the gossip fell into pieces.

He stretched out his hand and a white spiritual light flew into the hands of the approaching old man, turning into a staff about one and a half meters long, completely white, with a human fist and a large sheep skull inlaid on the top.

"The 'Chunyang Bagua' of Maoshan Nanzong?"

There was a hint of solemnity on the old man's sinister face, and his original intention of chasing after him also stopped.

The Maoshan Southern Sect, also known as the "Luofu Sect" in the spiritual world, is a major Fuzhuan sect that is respected alongside the Northern Sect, the Maoshan Sect, the Shenxiao Sect, and the Longhushan Tianshi Sect.

The Qingwei Sect, Taihua Sect, etc. are weaker in comparison. As for the once glorious Gezao Mountain, it has long since declined.

Anyone who wants to be an enemy of such a powerful faction must think carefully about it.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you for now. If you get into my hands again, I will let you know how powerful my Miao family's Gu skills are."



The Huang Family Residence.

The Kongming lantern flew from afar, and the milk swallow jumped into the forest and came to Xu Junming.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the soul of Huang Jiazi, walked to the young child who was held in Chu Xiuping's arms, and patted it casually.

The magic power is absorbed from people.

"Still not awake?"

As soon as Xu Junming finished speaking, Huang Jiazi's eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Mother!"

A childish voice sounded.

"Wake up, wake up, Zheng'er wakes up! Woo woo!"

When Chu Xiuping saw this, she cried with joy.

Huang Yuanjia was also very happy. He ran over and hugged his wife and children. He intuitively felt that life was happy, but that was all.

The surrounding servants of the Huang family also expressed their happiness to the master. At the same time, they looked at the young Taoist in amazement, secretly sighing that he was young but had great magical power.

After touching his son's little head, he found that the fever that had persisted for three days had also subsided. Huang Yuanjia finally felt relieved.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a breath, and after briefly calming down, turned around and walked to Xu Junming, and followed the ancient Chinese etiquette that he had never used before, clasping his hands to the end.

"Thank you, Taoist Master, for saving my son's life. Huang Yuanjia is deeply grateful!!"

"You don't have to do this. You pay, and I will eliminate the disaster for you. Both parties exchange equal value, and there will be no hope."

"Having said that, my son is a member of the family and cannot be measured by money. If there is no Taoist priest, my son may not survive for a few days. Even if we have more gold and silver, what's the use?!"

She glanced at him appreciatively.

"You are a rare and good father!"

"Thank you, Taoist Master, for the compliment!"

He waved his hand.

"Although it took a lot of trouble, I won't charge you more. Here are six hundred taels of silver!"

Looking at the palm stretched out in front of him, most of the gratitude in Huang Yuanjia's heart faded away in an instant.

"Taoist Priest, please give me a few days of grace..."

"Are you planning to default on your debt?" Xu Junming glared.

He was never merciful to the rich and powerful. He would not lose a penny of the money he needed.

"No, no, no, of course I won't default on the bill. It's just six hundred taels of silver, not a small amount. I don't have that much money at home. If Taoist Master is willing, you can come with me to the bank account tomorrow to get it."

"That's not necessary. Just send the money to Ma's house tomorrow!"

Huang Yuanjia nodded quickly.

Xu Junming turned around, raised his hand and quickly drew a talisman in the air, then took a photo of it.

The Eight Immortals table originally made of mahogany, together with the tablecloth, paper and pens, etc., shrank instantly after absorbing the talisman and seal.

Amid the disbelieving looks in the eyes of everyone around him, Xu Junming leaned over and picked up the book-sized Eight Immortals table and everything on the table.

He shook it in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

When he understood the 'Hu Tian Talisman' to eight feet, with the help of the bronze mirror, he understood the art of space compression.

It's just that this technique is still a beginner's practice. It can only compress mortal objects and spiritual objects of low-grade Dongzhen. It cannot compress spiritual objects of medium-grade Dongzhen and above.

Moreover, Xu Junming could not compress anything with a radius of more than three feet at once unless it was divided into multiple parts.

Even so, he felt quite excited.

With this compression method, he no longer has to carry two bulging magic bags on his back.

Considering that I would open a Dharma altar in the future, I stuffed the table into the Dharma bag.

"Jushi Huang, although Master Ling's soul was recaptured by the poor method, it has been separated from the body for many days and his vitality has been damaged. He will need to stay in bed to recuperate in the next seven days. I will buy some tonics for him to take."

"Yes, I will obey the Taoist Master's golden edict."

Xu Junming nodded.

"Don't forget Pindao's money!"

Although he instantly felt that most of the immortal air in the opponent's body had been reduced, Huang Yuanjia still did not dare to neglect.

"I will deliver it to the Taoist Master personally tomorrow."

"That's good, farewell!"

"I'll see off the Taoist priest!"

"No, Jushi Huang should stay here to comfort your wife and Mr. Ling."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and his whole person disappeared in an instant.

Huang Yuanjia was shocked and looked around, but Xu Junming's shadow was not lost at all.

"Taoist priest, Taoist priest?"

After calling twice and getting no response, I was convinced that the other party had really left.

"Are there really immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods in the world?"

Huang Yuanjia murmured to himself, feeling that the worldview he had formed for half his life was beginning to collapse.


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