Chapter 24: Pure Yang Fire, the Gates of Hell Open It turned out to be the Ghost-Slaying Sword! Zhang Jiuyang was overjoyed. Ever since he experienced the power of the Ghost-Slaying Sword in the Sea of Consciousness World last time, he had been thinking about it all the time. The sword of the Heavenly Master Zhong Kui is truly a magical object that can kill ghosts and evil spirits! He didn't expect that this time, after absorbing a large amount of faith, the visualization diagram really bestowed the method of refining the ghost-slaying sword. Thank you, Master Zhong Kui! The Holy Lord who blesses and protects the house is mighty! However, at present, it seems that the visualization diagram can only teach him magic skills, or methods of refining magic weapons, but cannot directly grant him the real objects. But even so, it is already a great opportunity for Zhang Jiuyang. What's more, there is more than just one visualization picture. During this period, he basically figured out the secret of the visualization map. When he obtained the visualization map of a certain god or Buddha, he would be able to possess some iconic magical power of that god or Buddha, such as Zhong Kui's ghost-eating ability.
However, his cultivation is too low to control the divine power, and the side effects are also very serious, so he needs to use it with caution. On the other hand, as the belief in this deity spreads, after absorbing a certain amount of incense power, the visualization diagram will also pass down magical powers to help Zhang Jiuyang grow faster. mutual benefit. Of course, he still has a lot to explore regarding the visualization diagram. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Brother Jiu, has your practice made another breakthrough?" Ali's eyes were full of envy. As a ghost, she could not practice the Fire Dragon and Water Tiger Diagram and could only rely on instinct to inhale and exhale moonlight every night, and her progress was very slow. "That's it." Zhang Jiuyang touched her head and said with a smile: "Next, I'm going to buy something." "what?" "Sword!" …… Zhang Jiuyang bought the best sword from the blacksmith shop in the town. It was made of fine iron that had been forged hundreds of times, was about three feet and three inches long, and shone with a cold light. It cost a total of thirty taels of silver. Fortunately, Old Master Cui was generous and gave two gold ingots, otherwise the money earned from fortune-telling these days would not be enough. It’s not that Zhang Jiuyang has to buy an expensive one, but the sword-making method given by the visualization diagram emphasizes that one must choose a good sword as a embryo. The better the quality of the sword, the greater the success rate of refining the Demon-Slaying Sword. That night, Zhang Jiuyang fasted and bathed, resting his body and mind. He even stopped practicing temporarily, just to prepare for the sword refining tomorrow.
The next day, noon. The scorching sun stretches across the south, illuminating the blue sky. Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as torches. He pushed open the door, wearing a loose green Taoist robe, black boots, with loose hair and a sword in hand, his eyes were as bright as lightning. A night of rest is the time when your energy and spirit are at their peak. "The time has come, Ali, stay away." The ghost doll took small steps and hid behind the door with difficulty, leaving only a small head showing, with a nervous and anxious look in its eyes. It seems like Ninth Brother is going to do something big. She wanted to make a prediction, but as soon as the thought came to her mind, she felt as if something sharp had pierced her brain. Her intuition told her that it was something that frightened her greatly. Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were clear. He raised the sword in his hand, bit his fingertips, and wrote the Seven Star Treasure Scroll on it with his own blood. Among the complicated runes, the shape of the Big Dipper can be vaguely seen, which is quite mysterious. Miraculously, when Zhang Jiuyang finished writing the last stroke in one go, the Seven Star Treasure Scrolls written in blood gradually disappeared and were hidden in the sword. hum! The originally ordinary long sword suddenly jumped up and made bursts of sword sounds. The precious talisman commands the spirit! This shows that the first step has been successful. With the power of the Seven Star Treasure Sutra, the spirituality of this sword has been sealed. The next step is the second step, refining essence with true fire. Zhang Jiuyang held up his sword, stepped on the Gang Step, and muttered something. "The Southern Emperor's Fire Essence, the Western Emperor's Golden Liquid, the Blazing Kun Steel, forge my magic sword!" In an instant, pure yang energy descended from the sky and poured into the sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand, and the whole yard seemed to become hotter. With a clang, the sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand suddenly caught fire with a magnificent sound. Ali was so frightened that she shrank her head, and felt as if the surroundings had suddenly turned into a furnace, extremely hot. If she had not been hiding in the Yin Doll and was not far away, her soul and body would probably be seriously injured. Zhang Jiuyang stared at the sword in the flames and took a deep breath. It must succeed! This second step is extremely dangerous. The so-called southern Bing Ding essence refers to the pure Yang fire, which uses the power of the sun to further refine the sword and shed its mortal form. This is also the reason why a precious sword is needed as a sword blank. How can an ordinary sword withstand the overbearing and scorching pure yang fire? Groan! The sword that had just been given spirituality let out a series of painful sword sounds, and the sword body trembled even more violently. Under Zhang Jiuyang's nervous gaze, a crisp click sound finally occurred. broken!
Zhang Jiuyang was shocked, and saw the flames on the sword quickly dissipate, and the pure yang energy also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a black sword embryo. The most important thing is that the sword is covered with spider-web-like cracks. Zhang Jiuyang felt so distressed. Thirty taels of silver, all gone to waste! Obviously, this sword, which is considered to be a very high-quality sword in Yunhe County, does not meet the requirements for refining the Ghost-Slaying Sword. After a long moment, he sighed softly and carefully sheathed the sword. In any case, this failure also gave him more experience, especially in the selection of sword blanks, the higher the quality, the better. However, this sword worth thirty taels of silver is already quite good. The blacksmith also said that it was a sword passed down from his ancestors and he would never sell it unless you had a lot of money. Where should he go to find a better sword? "Brother Jiu, let's eat first. You didn't eat yesterday." Ali brought out many delicious meals from the kitchen. These days, she often went to restaurants in the county to learn skills, and her cooking skills improved a lot. Braised tofu, steamed crucian carp, and a big steamed bun. Full color and flavor. Zhang Jiuyang looked at her worried eyes and then smiled. Isn't it just a failure? Why should you be so depressed here? The path of cultivation is already bumpy. Without a heart that keeps fighting despite repeated failures, how can you make it to the end? "Okay, let's eat." Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, and his brows became clear again. …… Three days later, news of Old Master Cui's death began to spread. It is quite sad that this wealthy businessman, who had a huge fortune, a beautiful wife and concubines, ended up taking nothing with him. As for the family property, it was passed on to the youngest son who was known for his filial piety. Zhang Jiuyang couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the news. Everyone has their own destiny. If the old man can't change his romantic habits, he will have to bear the knife above his head. He was paid to do the job and he has said everything that needs to be said, so he has no regrets. Two days later, it was the Ghost Festival. Zhongyuan Festival is the name of Taoism, which is also known as the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Ancestor Worship Festival in folk culture, while it is called Yulan Festival in Buddhism. Legend has it that the gates of hell are wide open on this day, and this is the time of the year when yin energy is at its peak. Ali was at home, so Zhang Jiuyang went alone to burn paper for Blind Lin. No matter what, he was nominally the apprentice of Blind Lin, and if it weren't for the few treasures left by Blind Lin, he would not have been able to survive in Yunniang's hands. However, when he arrived at Blind Lin's tomb, he was slightly stunned.
I saw a pile of ashes in front of the grave. Has anyone come to worship? Zhang Jiuyang was a little confused. According to his understanding, Blind Lin had a bad temper and had few friends and relatives in the county. Uncle Jiang is already dead. Apart from this fake disciple, who else would come to pay tribute to Blind Lin? Zhang Jiuyang shook his head. Maybe Blind Lin has other friends. He squatted down and started burning paper money. "Master, if you know anything about this, please bless me and help me to turn misfortune into good fortune and to practice smoothly." "I know there are some strange reasons for your death, but my abilities are limited and I can't do anything about it. Please don't blame me, and don't come to me..." I don’t know if it was because of this sentence, but a cold wind suddenly blew around. Wow! Paper money was blown everywhere. Zhang Jiuyang's expression became serious, and his hands formed the ghost-killing seal. "Master Zhang, Master Zhang..." A faint voice sounded behind him, full of pain and pleading. Zhang Jiuyang turned around and his eyes suddenly fixed. An old man in shroud stood there with a sad expression and bowed to him. It turned out to be Old Master Cui! …… (End of this chapter)