Chapter 303: Fuyao, why don’t you work hard with me? Although the capacity of this cloth bag is not large, it can still hold an adult. If one were to pack all of Lin Jue's luggage in, it would definitely be a stretch. After all, the bearskin rug given by the god of Hammer Mountain alone would take up a lot of space. That thing was very fluffy and comfortable. But you don’t need to carry these things with you. Even some of the less rare treasures obtained from the Crocodile King do not need to be carried with them. Not to mention that he has now settled down in the capital, with a courtyard in the city and his junior sister's Taoist temple outside the city, even if he wants to go on a long journey again, he will naturally have a paper donkey to carry these things. What he really needed to carry with him were the mother-of-pearl box given by Lady Yaohua, ancient books, medicinal materials for refining elixirs, wooden sculptures of silver-eating ghosts, various elixirs, the magic spells he left for his third senior brother, other rare items, and gold and silver valuables. This cloth bag is more than enough to hold these things. Now that I have this cloth bag, I don’t have to hide them every time and worry about others stealing them. Lin Jue was also basically certain that this cloth bag definitely did not belong to the tall and thin Taoist priest, but was lent to him by a Taoist priest from Jingyun Temple, and was intended to hold women. The fox sat on the table with the plate of silver, and tilted his head to look at Lin Jue holding the cloth bag, muttering to himself:
"Good stuff." After mumbling to himself, he started to bustle around, putting various things into the cloth bag. Put it in and take it out, take it out and put it in again. The fox lay down and looked at him blankly. After a long time, Lin Jue finally felt relieved. He hung the cloth bag by the door and then took out the wood carving. "Are you here?" White smoke suddenly rose, and the silver-eating ghost gradually appeared. I saw the silver on the table at a glance. "Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time." Lin Jue bowed and thanked it. "Thanks to your reminder, we have figured out the purpose of the perpetrator and found him again." "Where, where..." "Please enjoy it." Lin Jue said, "You won't be hungry for the next six months." "Thank you, Masato!" The silver-eating ghost immediately picked up a piece of silver and twitched the corner of his mouth. In the past, Lin felt that the silver he received was at most ten or twenty taels per piece, and there was also a lot of small change, which was very convenient to use. Now, the official silver of fifty taels per piece was a bit too much for him. But this doesn't bother it. I saw it put the silver to its mouth, just like a traveling merchant eating hard dry food, and bit it hard, and bit off a piece. "How does this silver taste?" Lin Jue looked at it. “Crackle…” The silver ghost chewed the silver and swallowed it. He glanced at Lin Jue weakly, a little embarrassed, but answered truthfully: "It still smells good, but not as good as before."
People work hard to find food for you, but you still complain that the food is not tasty. You should indeed feel embarrassed. But after hearing this, Lin Jue just nodded, as if thinking about something. Maybe this matter is not over yet at Jingyun Temple. The tall and thin Taoist is only a herbalist, Jingyun Temple is only a herbalist, and there are also people who take the medicine. I just don't know whether these people who take the medicine are also the clients, or whether the herbalists just make the medicine spontaneously and offer it to the people who take the medicine in exchange for other things or simply to please them. In short, it is not over yet. I was just one step away from taking the silver, which resulted in the silver not having the strong fragrance it once had. Perhaps the officials of the Ministry of Rites gave him more silver out of some considerations, such as fear of his own Taoist power, or taking into account his own or Fan Tianshi's status and reputation, which caused the fragrance to be dispersed. The reason was too mysterious and he couldn't be sure. Not to mention him, even the silver-eating ghost himself can't say for sure. The same cannot be said about the fairy in the forest who wrote the ancient book. I only know that no matter whether it is the alchemy cauldron, spiritual methods, or even the incense and gods, as long as it can be practiced and can realize the Tao and prove the Tao, it is undoubtedly in line with the truth of the Tao. This should be the case for the Silver-Eating Ghost and the Lingyuan Pill. If I could understand the profound truth behind this, I would have a thorough understanding of the great path behind the Silver-Eating Ghost and the Spiritual Yuan Pill. But to achieve this, I'm afraid I have to be the great alchemist who created the Silver-Eating Ghost. However, even if it is just a superficial truth, just simple thinking and some insights, it can still help him understand this avenue better. After eating thirty taels, the silver-eating ghost vomited three pills. Lin Jue did not let it eat the seventy taels and spit out the seven elixirs at once, as that would have been too difficult for it. He just put away the three elixirs and planned to give them to Junior Sister first, so that she and Caili could eat them. When the silver-eating ghost returned to the wood carving, Lin Jue did not put it back into the cloth bag. Instead, he placed it near the window where it could get wind and sunlight. He temporarily closed the window and lit the night lamp. Sitting on the bed, the ancient book in his hand appeared automatically. Lin Jue turned to the latest page. "Wow..." Leaving a stick behind is a way to avoid disasters. This method is ancient and has been passed down from ancient times. Ancient monks were not good at fighting, so if they encountered illness, pain, or a knife disaster, they would often use this method to transfer the pain to their staff, thus keeping themselves safe from disaster and hindrance. Beginners can chant spells and cast spells to transfer their own illnesses and injuries to spiritual wood. The severity of the illness or injury depends on the depth of their attainments. If they learn more, they can use the wooden stick in their hands to take care of their own illnesses and disasters, and prevent sudden disasters. When they have reached a high level of cultivation, they can cast spells with their mind, and any wood around them can transfer illnesses and disasters, and even transfer illnesses and disasters to others. Do not forward thunder and fire disasters. "Spiritual wood... "The wooden stick... "The trees around me..." It seems that Qingquanzi has made great achievements in this area and has already stepped half a step into the "advanced" realm. He can already transfer the disaster to the pillar next to him, but he still needs to chant the spell. If you can transfer diseases and disasters at will without chanting spells, without any restrictions, it would be really troublesome. And from the introduction, we can also see that as the attainments of this spell become deeper, not only can the injuries and disasters that can be dealt with become larger and more sudden, but the restrictions will also be less. When you first start learning, you even have to look for sacred wood. As your attainments improve, a wooden stick will do. When you reach a high level, any piece of wood around you can be used to bear disasters.
If I want to learn this spell, I must not just learn the basics. The entry-level "Migrating Staff" cannot deal with sudden injuries and disasters. It can only cast a spell to transfer the injuries after being injured or infected. However, one oneself almost never gets sick. If one can survive after being injured, he has the Qi-sealing method taught by the fifth senior brother to seal the wound and has healing pills. This spell is useful, but it is very limited. Moreover, spiritual wood is so precious that it can be used to withstand injuries and disasters, but it is inevitable that people will feel a little distressed. Therefore, the entry-level staff is destined to be used only in emergencies. If you want to learn, you have to learn it in depth. Lin Jue thought so and watched to the end. "It turns out the weakness lies in thunder and fire." This is something you should never tell anyone easily. Lin Jue pinched the page of the book and flipped it down. "Wow..." The soul-transferring technique is also a Yin-Yang magic. In ancient times, there were stone carvings and bronze statues in front of the gates of palaces, temples and monasteries. Over time, they gradually gave rise to spiritual souls and actually became alive. Later, people studied this principle diligently and developed magic. The sculptures are refined with secret rituals so that they can move, and souls can be moved into them so that they can obey orders. The deeper the attainment, the more harmonious the fusion of soul and sculpture, the more flexible the movements and quicker the thinking; the higher the level of Taoism and the longer the sacrifice and training, the stronger the power given to the sculpture, and the larger and heavier the sculpture can be; the stronger the soul, the larger and heavier the sculpture that can be driven, and the more freely it can move. “It seems that it is indeed not the lower world of gods. "And this spell..." It seems to belong to the same category as carving beans into soldiers and paper cutting, and they have many similarities. Similarly, the deeper the attainment in magic, the better the quality of the soldiers and generals. The strength of the soldiers and generals depends on the practice of the ritualist and the length of the ritual. It also needs to be driven by the soul. However, Doubing mostly uses residual souls, and this soul-transferring technique seems to only be able to use complete souls. Bean soldiers can also be used in this way, but the complete soul is equivalent to a ghost. It is too cruel to seal it in a small bean all day long, unable to move or speak. Over time, such bean soldiers are prone to mutations. Thinking about it this way, Lin Jue suddenly realized that perhaps the initial process of carving beans into soldiers was also done in the same way, using complete souls. However, this is an orthodox Taoist magic after all, which originated from the method used by gods to create soldiers by throwing beans. After a long time, some people found that it was not right, and then they studied the method of using residual souls. This soul transfer technique does not have that. If the two guardian gods of war stood at the gates of other palaces, temples, or Lin Jue might have thought that they were people who had received favors from the ancestors of the palaces, temples, or were the souls of evil ghosts that had been subdued. In short, they voluntarily stayed in the Taoist temple for various reasons, either to atone their sins, to practice, or to guard. But they stood at the gate of Jingyun Temple, and Lin Jue couldn't help but feel that they were forced. If it is forced, it is no different from evil practices. In comparison, these three spells have their own advantages and disadvantages, but the Bean Soldier Spell is the easiest to carry, followed by the Paper Cutting Spell, and the Soul Transfer Spell is completely inconvenient to carry, and is only suitable for being the guardian of palaces, temples, and caves. Lin Jue had no intention of learning it for the time being. However, if there is a suitable opportunity in the future, they can hand it over to their junior sisters or senior brothers, such as when there happens to be a powerful ghost who is willing to follow them and be loyal to them and guard the mountain gate for them.
Lin Jue pondered, reached out and turned the page, but saw that there was nothing below, so he turned back to the previous page. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the fox was still staring at him. "What are you looking at?" When the fox heard him talking, he tilted his head and continued to stare at him, as if answering him silently. Lin Jue thought for a moment, then asked again: "How many words do you and Xiaohua know?" But when the fox heard this, it turned its head away and still didn't answer, not even looking at him. "..." This little thing has quite a bit of personality? Lin Jue thought for a moment and said, "Xiaohua stays in the mountains with her junior sister every day. If you don't study hard and work hard in secret, the next time you see Xiaohua, you will find that she can write parallel prose and pass the imperial examination, while you can't even read a single word." "Hey?" The fox then turned around and replied with a serious expression: “It won’t learn!” "Is there a possibility that it lied to you?" "?No!" "It tells you openly that it doesn't want to learn to read, but it's actually working hard in secret, trying to make faster progress than you, and you don't even know it." "Won't!!" "I'm just guessing anyway..." After Lin Jue finished speaking, he glanced at it secretly with the corner of his eye, then quickly retracted his gaze. Without saying more, he just pinched the page with his hand. A voice suddenly sounded in my head, telling me the mystery of "Sending the Staff". However, in the coming period of time, if the events of the past few days do not cause any trouble, Lin Jue's main focus will still be on refining the flying sword and carving the bean soldiers. The fox scratched its head with its hind legs. On top of Fengshan Mountain, in front of Hongye Temple, a colorful civet cat was lying alone on the branch of an ancient pine tree. It looked lazy, but it was actually guarding the Taoist temple seriously, and it would look up at the mountain from time to time. But for some reason, it suddenly sneezed. (End of this chapter)