"This is [Awakening of Insects Dragon Thunder Talisman]," Chen Jin pushed the talisman over first, "When activated, it can summon a dragon thunder, which can defeat evil spirits and ghosts. Mr. Zhang keeps it at home or carries it with him. It can ward off evil spirits in the house and prevent evil spirits from getting close to him."
He then gently placed the brocade bag next to the talisman. "This is [Yuanmou Green Dates]. It has some miraculous effects on healing wounds and replenishing qi and nourishing the body. In case of emergency or serious injury, taking one can save your life and restore your qi."
He looked at Old Master Zhang, whose gaze was already burning, and his tone was still calm. "Only foreign objects, when it comes to supernatural beings, are not as good as this Star-Chasing Sword. They are just some trivial things accumulated by the younger generation Walker. I am just being humble. I wish Mr. Zhang and his family are safe and healthy, and please don't refuse."
For a wealthy family, this magical talisman that can ward off evil spirits and ensure safety and the spiritual fruit that can rescue and heal injuries at critical moments are far more practical and thoughtful than an heirloom sword that can only be kept in a high cabinet.
Deep in Double Tea Alley, the ruins of the Prince Qiu Manor stood silently in the morning light.
The charred beams were hung with turbid dewdrops. Whenever the breeze passed through the empty window lattice, it would roll up the dead leaves and hit the rusty door knocker, making a tooth-breaking "creep" sound.
Suddenly, a white light fell from the clouds and landed in the middle of the ruins of the main hall of the palace.
When the brilliance dissipated, Bai Suzhen's plain white figure stood among the rubble, her skirt swept over the broken bricks without any dust on her.
She looked around at this dilapidated scene, and an almost inaudible sigh escaped from her lips.
Since Mount Emei Golden Summit got the verse from Guanyin Bodhisattva that "you need to search West Lake high places", she followed the water vein aura to Qiantang, hoping to find the opportunity to ascend here.
However, it is not easy to live in the world. The rent of the house in Qiantang County is expensive. Although she has practiced Daoism for thousands of years, she has no money in this world. The ruins of the Prince Qiu Manor that no one cares about have become a good place to stay temporarily.
"Since you don't have money to buy a house, let's stay here temporarily."
She lifted her slender fingers lightly, and a warm white light flowed out from the fingertips, and the place it passed seemed like a spring breeze blowing through the wilderness.
Years of dirt turned into tiny tornadoes and swirled out of the window, cobwebs snapped into a shower of crystal silk, and mildew disappeared quietly like an ebbing tide.
The toppled beams and columns made a soft "creep" sound in the clear light, and slowly returned to their upright position; the broken green bricks were automatically put back together, and the cracks were thinly filled with spiritual energy, emitting a crisp echo of jade tapping against each other.
She twisted around and spread her sleeves, her long white dress drawing a graceful arc in the air, blooming like a white lotus in the morning breeze, and the light from her fingertips swayed.
The broken wall began to be raised, and the green bricks were automatically laid one after another, and soon the courtyard wall was erected one foot high; carved wooden frames emerged from the broken windows, and were covered with white window paper; the roof of the main hall was re-erected, the glazed tiles glowed with a pale gold light in the sun, the stone steps in front of the door became smooth and smooth, and two magnolias were growing on both sides.
In just half a stick of incense, the original ruins had been transformed into a luxurious mansion: the vermilion door was carved with lotus patterns, and the copper ring was polished to a shine; the courtyard was paved with bluestone pavement, and weeping willows and crabapples were planted on both sides; there were mahogany tables and chairs in the main hall, ink landscape paintings were hung on the walls, and the purple sand tea sets on the desk were shiny.
Bai Suzhen stood in front of the door, looking at the house he had transformed into. He nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and erased the old plaque "Prince Qiu Manor" and replaced it with a new wooden plaque with the words "Bai Manor" written on it with spiritual energy.
At the same time, West Lake is underwater Clear Wind Cave.
Xiao Qing was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone platform with his eyes closed, and the demonic energy around him was condensed like a whirlpool.
He has been practicing harder and harder these days, and his scales are glowing in the undercurrent, vowing to break through the thousand-year path.
The water waves suddenly stirred, and Bai Fu's skull rolled forward, with will-o'-the-wisps flickering in its eye sockets. "Green King, Prince Qiu Manor A female cultivator came over there, and the house was rebuilt with a wave of her hand." The skull opened and closed its chin, lowering its voice, "And it looks extremely beautiful."
"Extremely beautiful?" Green King suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his vertical pupils.
He flung his sleeves and stood up, and the green demonic wind swept up the five ghosts. There was a bit of anger in his voice. "Let's go! I want to see what kind of stunning beauty dares to occupy the territory that I like!"
Later, Green King was surrendered by Bai Suzhen, turned into a maid, named Xiao Qing and followed him, and lived in the Bai Manor together with the five ghosts.
City of Wrongful Death outside Chuzhou City is shrouded in thick black clouds all year round. The old flag "For Heaven's Way" on the city tower has long faded, but it is still hunting in the cold wind.
In the main hall of the city lord's palace, a faint chill rose from the blue-black stone bricks. Song Jiang sat alone on a seat carved from white bones. On the ebony table in front of him were a pot of turbid bad wine and two plates of already cold dishes. He slowly raised his bamboo chopsticks, but his fingertips suddenly tightened -
"Crack!"
The bamboo chopsticks broke at the sound, and the cracks spread like spider webs.
A familiar connection disappeared like being cut off by a sharp blade, it was Earth Dog Star Duan Jingzhu and Earth Pursuit Star Hou Jian.
The induction between 108 Demonic Stars has existed since the time when they gathered together at Mount Liang. Even if they later dispersed and their souls returned to the underworld, this induction was still like a blood connection and had never been severed.
"Duan Jingzhu...Hou Jian..."
To be honest, these two people were ranked last in Liangshan Heroes, so he didn't have a deep impression of them.
Normally, he would probably have to spend some time matching his name with his appearance.
However, the vague will be vague, and the unfamiliar will be unfamiliar.
If outsiders want to lay a finger on them...
That is a slap in the face of the entire Mount Liang, and it is digging into the foundation of my Song Jiang!
He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with blood. "Here comes someone!"
Two little ghosts with blue faces and fangs rushed into the palace like a sinister wind, and knelt down on one knee. "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"Go and find out quickly! What happened there Earth Dog Star and Earth Pursuit Star! If you can't find out, you don't have to come back!"
"Yes! Go check it out, kid!" The kiddies didn't dare to delay, and rushed out of the hall on a rolling crawl, quickly disappearing in the shadow of City of Wrongful Death.
At the same time, Jizhou Two Immortals Mountain, inside Nine Palaces True Person Temple surrounded by purple energy.
Cloud-Entering Dragon Gongsun Sheng is sitting quietly in front of the statue of Three Pure Ones. The fresh air is flowing around the body and blending with the sandalwood in the temple.
Suddenly, he frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Something's wrong..." Gongsun Sheng stood up and walked to the hexagram platform, took out three copper coins and threw them casually.
The copper coins rotate on the hexagram plate and eventually form a hexagram image.
The Qian hexagram changes to Yao, the variable is in the south, and the star power is cut off in the place where water is strong.
He calculated again with his fingers, his fingertips shimmering, and after a moment, his brows furrowed even more tightly. "The variable is Qiantang..."
After Mount Liang Juyi San, Gongsun Sheng went into seclusion to practice Daoism and no longer got involved in worldly affairs.
But this sudden whim not only concerns the foundation of Daoism, but also involves the fate of the stars. The heavenly secret warned that he could no longer sit back and watch.
"Qiantang..." He whispered to himself, raised his hand and carried the mahogany sword behind his back, then took the Bagua Mirror and the talisman and put them into his arms, "It seems that I have to go to Qiantang."