After a while, the old lame man stuck his head out of the dining hall to say hello, and the two of them went back.
Old Man Gu looked gloomy and seemed resigned to his fate as he sat in front of the stretcher. He wept silently and kept wiping the tears that could not be wiped away with his sleeves.
"Please Guanzhang Zhang to cast a spell to save people. Whether my eldest son lives or dies... it has nothing to do with you!"
After speaking hoarsely, Old Man Gu broke down in tears and raised his head three feet up to see the gods. This is like spitting and nailing.
The young man next to him had red eyes and kept wiping his eyes.
The other men all looked sad, holding candles and standing a little further away, their faces turned away.
Life and death are determined by fate, it depends on God's will and human affairs are done.
Zhang Wenfeng sighed secretly in his heart and responded, "Okay, I'll cast a spell to save people and do my best." He turned around and walked out, motioning to his second senior brother to follow him.
Separation by life and death is the most hurtful thing, and there is nothing he can do about it.
Entering the west hall, I added three more candles to illuminate the desk.
On the table, spread out the cut and shaped yellow mounting paper four fingers wide and half a foot long, take a bottle of the best cinnabar ink, pour a little on the inkstone, pick up the gourd and pour a little spiritual spring water to dissolve, take a sharp tip
He used a brush and did not rush to draw ink. He held the table with his left hand, closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing.
The second senior brother watched silently from three steps away without saying a word.
After about one word, when Zhang Wenfeng opened his eyes again, his mind was free of distracting thoughts, his mind was calm and his energy was smooth.
He dipped his talisman pen into cinnabar ink that was as red as blood. He started to draw the talisman head first, and drew three red hooks connected with the gods. At the same time, he silently recited in his heart:
"With one stroke, the world is shaken; with two strokes, the ancestor's sword; with three strokes, the evil spirits and evil spirits spread thousands of miles away."
One tick corresponds to a sentence, and three ticks represent the founder of the Three Qing Dynasties. It seems that there is divine help in the outline.
Pause for a moment to gather momentum, then turn to draw the talisman, silently reciting the corresponding incantation in your mouth, the tip of the talisman in your hand seems to have invisible energy running on the paper, flowing like clouds and water, forming the secret characters with one wave, and finally the foot of the talisman.
His original intention of learning painting in his previous life was that his grandfather wanted him to better grasp the essence and rhyme of painting symbols.
A piece of "Ding Jiju Qing's Vitality Blessing Talisman" learned in the previous life was completed, and there was a hearty feeling in the heart.
The Yuan Qi in the body is active and vaguely responds to the outside world in some way.
He could notice that this talisman was very different from the huge yellow talisman he had drawn in his previous life. Living in the dark world, it had more spiritual energy than the earth, so it was natural that it would be more effective.
He put down the talisman pen and stared at the secret combination of "you" in the middle of the yellow talisman.
Suddenly I felt something in my heart, and a familiar and mysterious understanding gradually came over me. I hurriedly said to my second senior brother: "Burn this talisman in water, feed it to the patient and drink it to kill him. Call me after an hour, hurry up!" He pushed the table on the table.
Gourd sign.
His tone became quite urgent later on, and he closed his eyes slightly.
The second senior brother did not dare to neglect, hurriedly invited Huang Fu, picked up the gourd and left quickly.
He didn't know what kind of talisman the master drew, and there were countless talismans in the world. It was understandable that the master was a scholar of heaven and man, and passed on something special to his younger brother.
He could sense the weak aura of the viewer's drawing of the talisman and knew that the yellow talisman was good.
It was thought that the viewer's energy was too much and he needed to rest.
After closing the door, the second brother hurried to the dining hall and asked the old cripple to find two clean white bowls, one of which was filled with glutinous rice. They placed them on the table facing the east and asked everyone else to get behind him or to his side and not block him.
To the front.
He knows how to burn talismans, and there are details in it.
I lit the incense candle and put it in the glutinous rice bowl. I muttered some words, picked up the gourd and poured half of the bowl of water into it.
With the flickering flame of the candle, he lit the yellow talisman and held it three inches above the water bowl, shaking it while silently chanting the universal mantra.
The yellow talisman rolled up in the flames, and invisible smoke swirled into the water.
After it was burned to the back, he threw it into the water. The yellow talisman was not extinguished and burned until only a shallow layer of gray talisman embers remained. The second brother picked up the white bowl of talisman water and walked to the brazier and stretcher. He motioned to others to lift the quilt and half-lifted the talisman.
Picking up the sleeping patient, he stretched out his right index finger and touched the patient's forehead.
Gu Quan woke up with a jolt. Even though there was a brazier burning in the house, he still felt cold from the bottom of his bones.
"Drink the talisman water! Don't leave any of it behind."
The second senior brother's face was serious, the talisman water was time-sensitive, and the power of the talisman would be lost if it was delayed for a long time.
"Quick, my son drinks the talisman water."
Old Man Gu knew some mysterious things, so he supported his son and drank half a bowl of cold talisman water to Gu Quan together with his second senior brother.
Gu Quan, who was shivering from the cold, felt a warmth spreading from his heart. After a moment, he fell into a deep sleep again, but no longer shook.
Putting his hand under the quilt and touching the back of his elder son's bone-like hand, Old Man Gu burst into tears again and said happily: "It works, he is no longer cold. My son... is saved!"
The second senior brother knew what he was doing, so he put the empty bowl back on the table and asked people not to touch the incense candles on the table, so that they would burn down naturally.
He also touched the patient's forehead and poured a bowl of talisman water down, and the effect was immediate.
The master's conduct has surpassed that of his senior brother.
Turning around and going out, he saw that the figure reflected on the window lattice by the lights in the west hall remained motionless, like a silhouette, so he did not push the door to disturb him, and kept pacing outside to prevent others from disturbing the viewer.
In the hall, in front of the desk.
Zhang Wenfeng held three precious spiritual energy stones in the palms of his hands and stood on a green wooden stake, his body shrouded in green mist.
He drew a picture of the "Ding Jijuqing Vitality Blessing Talisman" that he often practiced on earth. The secret talisman composed of the Chinese character "you" touched a spiritual light in his heart. He sent his second senior brother out and immediately
He took the spiritual energy stone from his arms and absorbed it.
The opportunity was rare, and he was not prepared to understand the spell. Although he knew that if he tried to figure out the sound blasting technique at this time, he should get twice the result with half the effort or gain a breakthrough. He kept a clear mind in his heart. Cultivation is the foundation. All spells are just branches. The foundation will naturally become stronger.
It will flourish.
In his unique rhyme, he silently recited the first chapter of the Tao Te Ching, which he knew deeply:
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named."
"Unnamed, the beginning of heaven and earth, named, the mother of all things."
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When Zhang Wenfeng woke up from the Taoist realm, he opened his eyes and spread his hands.
The three spiritual energy stones turned into a pile of white powder in the palm of my hand, which was absorbed very thoroughly.
According to the "Basics of Identification of Spiritual Objects for Cultivation", monks can absorb up to 40 to 50% of the spiritual energy in spiritual energy stones to improve their cultivation, and the rest is wasted.
When used to arrange formations, 70% to 80% of the spiritual energy stones can be used. The spiritual energy stones will be broken into pieces due to excessive energy consumption. It is probably extremely rare to be completely used into powder like this. He used special means to absorb the three spiritual energy stones until only the remaining ones were left.
It's scumbag.
In his cultivation of grasping the mysterious state of mind just now, his cultivation level broke through the invisible orifice membrane and reached the middle stage of Qi Qi Realm.
It's a pity that there are only three spiritual energy stones, otherwise...
Zhang Wenfeng immediately shook his head and laughed. He was greedy and swallowed the elephant like a snake.
He should feel satisfied and contented. Fortunately, the bandit leader Luan Tingsan rushed to the mountain and risked his life to give him three spiritual energy stones, so that he could seize the opportunity to break through to the first level in a short period of time, instead of complaining about the lack of gifts.
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I sprinkled the powder on a blank piece of rice paper on the desk and glanced at the clepsydra in the corner. Only half an hour had passed.
He walked to the wooden shelf, washed his hands in the water in the wooden basin, wiped them clean with a dry towel, walked back to the desk, picked up another gourd, opened the stopper and poured a cup of water into the empty teacup.
, drink it slowly.
The cool and sweet spirit spring water has been diluted countless times, and has a long aftertaste.
After he bought the hilltop, he built a two-story bamboo building above the Lingquan pool, redirected the stream around the edge, and emptied the small pool. He could enjoy the original concentration of Lingquan water every day, and he was in a place with relatively abundant spiritual energy.
Practice on the bamboo tower.
The mountain breeze comes slowly, and my mind wanders to the outer world, which makes me enjoy it.
After a moment of trance, Zhang Wenfeng was suddenly startled. As his cultivation level increased by one level, his mind was filled with more disturbing thoughts. This was because his state of mind was unstable.
Recite the Qingxin Jue silently three times and regain your usual calmness.
He also secretly warned that he might be tested at any time on the path of spiritual practice, so he must walk cautiously step by step as if he were covered with thin ice.