Chapter 14: Jing Weiyao is eye-catching The old Tongzhi really didn't expect that the person invited to treat the prefect would be a girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. However, judging from her skillful technique and focused expression, it really looked like the doctor was treating the prefect. Magistrate He's symptoms were somewhat different from those of other people: his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were completely colorless, there was no murmur coming from his mouth, his pulse was weak, and his qi was deficient. Upon inquiry, it turned out that when he was found, he was injured, and he was not found with the other two people that month, but in a thatched hut in a field outside the city. It's no wonder that this happened. The prefect was a martial artist. He must have discovered the murderer and had a fight with him. He was defeated and seriously injured, and his energy and cultivation were all sucked away, which is why this happened. Over the past month, his external injuries have improved somewhat, but he still has internal damage, which is why he is so weak. Lingxiang gave him some Qi-nourishing pills to take, and treated him with acupuncture with silver needles. She looked at the time, then ordered people to carry him out, blindfold him and expose him to sunlight. Two quarters of an hour later, he was carried back to the house. After about an incense stick of time, the magistrate could be heard whimpering, and it turned out that he had been hit by a spell. It seems that it is impossible to get any clues from him. The old magistrate was delighted to see the prefect's complexion improve, but he did not expect that this girl actually had some abilities. However, when he heard that the prefect had also been bewitched, he became anxious again.
Upon seeing this, Lingxiang hurried to comfort him, saying that Magistrate He's life was not in danger, and that as long as the spell he was hit by was untied, he would be able to recover after a month of recuperation. Having said that, how can this spell be broken? Besides, the day after tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, so won’t three more people be in trouble? Thinking of this, the old Tongzhi became even more anxious. The only solution now is to strengthen night patrols and impose a curfew, which may be able to avoid it. But Lingxiang found one thing strange. Normally, when such a thing happened in the city, the people should be in a panic. However, the passers-by who were watching that day all seemed to be completely unaware of the situation. Even if they had concealed the matter from the prefect, when a neighbor was missing, they should have noticed it, but no one reported it to the police. Could it be that the people of Liangcheng were as cold-hearted as the name of the city? She expressed this doubt to the Tongzhi official. In fact, he had already suspected this, but he could never get an answer. He had sent someone to inquire before, but was told that no one was missing. The third day passed quickly, and three more people were killed in the western suburbs. One of them was Lu Zheng, who was usually a tall and strong man, but now he had drooped shoulders and lowered his head, which made Lingxiang sigh. When Long Qi saw Lu Zheng like this, he punched the ground, and his skin was immediately torn and blood was dripping. That evil thing is really hateful! Such a good person was harmed like this... That night, after settling the three people, Long Qi actually took the initiative to find Lingxiang and asked to practice with him. Lingxiang thought about how he was during the day, and agreed after a little thought. He is now able to draw Qi into the human body and transform Qi into form. It is not in vain that he has used spiritual plants for more than a month. However, if he wants to make the first step, he still needs to wait for the right opportunity. But now I can teach him the art of chanting talismans. There are many kinds of talismans. Blood talismans are mostly made of chicken blood, dog blood mixed with cinnabar. However, such talismans can harm living beings and are mostly abandoned. Some people with profound Taoist skills will also use their own blood to make talismans. Nowadays, cinnabar and yellow talismans are mostly used. Cinnabar is formed by the pure yang of heaven and earth. Drawing talismans with cinnabar can increase the talisman's power and increase its majesty. Red is Yang and black is Yin, so some Yin Fu will also use ink scrolls. Talismans can be used to summon gods and exorcise ghosts, subdue demons and monsters, cure diseases and eliminate disasters, and can also be used to calm the mind, become invisible and set up shields. The magic banners in ancient times are also a kind of talisman. However, all talismans cannot be drawn by just drawing them; they need to be recited in order to take effect. The so-called chanting of talismans means that when drawing the talisman, one transforms one's personal understanding of the great way of nature into energy and injects it into the talisman, so that it can resonate with all things and respond to the person who casts the talisman. However, although talismans are the basis of Taoism, not everyone is proficient in this art. For example, Long Qi.
After a few days, although he was able to finish 70% of the first volume of "The Theory of Talismans", his ability to recite talismans was really worrying. Even the most basic talisman to calm the mind was not effective. It was obvious that he was not suitable for learning this technique. Lingxiang pondered for a night and came up with a plan, but this is a story for later, so let's not talk about it for now. However, her explanation of the great Dao over the past few days made Long Qi suddenly enlightened, as if he was about to enter the stage of Qi Refining. Those who were affected by the spell were nursed back to health by Lingxiang for nearly a month, and their health was better now. However, they kept mumbling all day long, but no one knew what they were saying, and it was especially strange in the middle of the night. On this day, Lingxiang had just been treated by Prefect He and decided to visit Mr. Zhuang Wei - she was really curious about what method had enabled him to recover as normal. At three quarters past three in the afternoon, Lingxiang and Longqi arrived at the study. It was just time for school to be over, and they saw a group of young children, some in groups of three or five, some accompanied by their elders, filing out of the study. After handing over the visiting card, a servant came out to greet them and said that the master was changing his clothes, and asked them to bring the two of them in first and serve them tea. Jingwei Study is decorated in a simple style. In the courtyard, there are rockeries, flowing water, cobblestone roads, and vigorous pine and cypress trees. It is leisurely and elegant, with a harmonious shape and meaning, which makes people feel calm and peaceful. It is indeed a good place to study literature and learn etiquette. The tea was Autumn Chrysanthemum, which was a heat-removing tea. It was moderately sweet and left a lingering fragrance in the mouth. I had just finished half a cup when I saw a man coming out from the back hall. He was thin, but had a straight back and looked like a scholar. It was Master Zhuang Weizhuang. After the two sides exchanged greetings, Lingxiang stated her purpose. Although Master Zhuang was a scholar, he did not hide anything and spoke frankly about his own hidden illness. It turned out that Mr. Zhuang's mother accidentally fell into the water when she was pregnant, and it was winter, so she almost lost her life. As a result, he has been weak since he was born. Later, when both of my parents passed away, my depressed mood made things even worse. One day, when he was returning home, he encountered Yao Yi in distress. Seeing her so delicate, he felt pity for her and put her in the guest room. Unexpectedly, she had a good skill and brewed Qionghua for him to express her gratitude. Later, the two of them spent time together and gradually fell in love. He didn't want to drag her down, but she insisted again and again, so he told his ancestors and parents and got married. Unexpectedly, he got better day by day. “Come to think of it, maybe it was the fox fairy who appeared and bestowed this marriage upon us.” Zhuang Wei smiled faintly. "Fox fairy?" Lingxiang was puzzled. "What a coincidence. I went out to buy books that day and saw a yellow fox whimpering in the fields. I approached it and found that it was entangled in a fence net and couldn't get out. I had read in a book before that foxes are spiritual and are immortal creatures, so I rescued it. I didn't expect it to be afraid of strangers and even rubbed against me before leaving." "Is there such a thing?" Long Qi asked in surprise. Lingxiang glanced at him with disdain. "All creatures have spirits, especially those in the mountains. A tiger is the god of a mountain, and a fox is the fairy of a land. This is common sense. Why are you so surprised?" Zhuang Wei smiled softly, then looked worried. "It seems that its hind legs are injured. I don't know where it got hurt. Is it any problem..." "Mr. Zhuang has a kind heart, which is rare. Mountain spirits all have the ability to heal themselves, so there is no need to worry." Lingxiang comforted. Then she took Zhuang Wei's pulse. Although the pulse seemed strong, there was a hint of suspense in it. However, it was certain that he was a normal person. Just as she was about to ask other questions, a woman with a bun came in from outside. I saw her with her hair pinned diagonally into her temples, her eyebrows and eyes moving, her gaze bright and her figure graceful. How could she be described as extremely beautiful. The man bowed towards Lingxiang and stood behind Zhuang Wei. "This is my wife Yaoyi," Zhuang Wei stood up and introduced, "these two are the immortals who came specially to visit me." After hearing this, Yao Yi bowed to the two of them again and said, "I am Zhuang Liu, and I greet the two immortals."
Lingxiang hurriedly stood up and returned the greeting, but saw that Long Qi was staring at Madam Zhuang in a daze. (End of this chapter)
