Once again, we got on the private van leaving the village. Not surprisingly, the van in Podi Village was perfectly overloaded, with ten people crammed into it. Zhang Daoling sat in the middle of the back seat, with two old men on the left, two old ladies on the right, and the guardians on the left and right. It seems to be crowded all the time.
Zhang Daoling, who was squeezed, could only move forward, but his butt was free, and it just touched the edge of the cushion. He smiled bitterly and could only sit like this. The way to the town was not long anyway.
According to the records in ancient magic books, three items are needed to make a thunder talisman: talisman paper, talisman pen and talisman ink, all of which are indispensable.
Regardless of the strength of the person who made the talisman, the effect of the talisman will be different depending on the materials. It is clearly recorded in the internal data.
Take Fu Mo as an example. Ordinary black ink can only drive away weak evil spirits. If animal cinnabar formed from animal inner elixirs (stones) is supplemented with the caster's heart and blood, it can be suppressed by spells, let alone weak ones. Monsters, monsters, zombies and evil ghosts that have existed for hundreds of years may not be able to escape death. Unfortunately, animal cinnabar is hard to come by. In modern times, it can be regarded as a "treasure of heaven and earth" among some cultivators.
Yellow talisman paper is easy to find and can be sold in funeral goods stores. The mineral cinnabar used as talisman ink can also be bought in traditional Chinese medicine stores. The effect of talisman pens is related to the vellus hairs of animals. The more sinister and spiritual the talismans are, the talisman made of animal vellus hairs. The more powerful the pen is, the more powerful the pen is. For Zhang Daoling, the talisman pen can only be replaced by an ordinary wolf hair pen. I am afraid there is no better choice on the market in the small town.
In less than twenty minutes, the car stopped outside the town. Because there are traffic police in the town, these "black cars" that are overloaded and never have a license plate will generally not enter the town. Of course, the traffic police will not deliberately embarrass drivers on dirt roads outside the town. , it can be said that everyone is doing his own thing, and drinking water from the well is not a problem.
Although Honglin Town is not that big, it is well-equipped with all the necessary facilities, including public elementary, junior high and high schools. After taking a look at the closed primary school gate, Zhang Daoling decided to go to the market to buy cinnabar and langhao pens before going to buy yellow paper under the Honghe Bridge.
It took Zhang Daoling two hours to get what he wanted. First, he bought a total of 500 grams of cinnabar according to a certain prescription containing cinnabar in three traditional Chinese medicine stores. After putting it away in his backpack, he bought another tube for 20 yuan. It's not that he doesn't want to buy a better one, it's mainly that the store can't come up with a better one, so he can only give up.
The Hong River runs through the entire Honglin Town and originates from the northern river system. The Hong River is located below the city's horizon, so the Hong River Bridge was built on the west side of the Hong River.
Walking down the steps of the Honghe Bridge, Zhang Daoling saw a wreath woven outside the bridge hole, with a large word "Die" in the center. He knew he had found the right place.
Arriving outside the iron door, Zhang Daoling knocked on the iron door.
"Is anyone here?"
"Yes, come in."
Although the voice is hoarse and low, Mandarin is easy to recognize, and Zhang Daoling can also understand it roughly.
The shop owner is a somewhat hunchbacked middle-aged man with sparse tawny hair that seems to be bald. His eyebrows are horizontal and short, and his nose is crooked and his chin protrudes forward. This appearance is a bit unflattering even if it is described as "unattractive". , but it vaguely gives people a unique temperament that should not be underestimated.
While Zhang Daoling was observing, the shopkeeper who glanced at Zhang Daoling was sitting on a small bench stacking gold ingots as steadily as a mountain. His technique was so sophisticated that he didn't need to use his eyes at all.
"What do you want?"
"Is there any yellow paper?"
"Yes, how much do you want?"
"What material is it made of?"
The shopkeeper who stood up from the small bench and was about to take the yellow paper from the cabinet for Zhang Daoling paused, turned slightly sideways, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Daoling again, and asked.
"What material do you want? What materials can be used to burn things for the dead? Wood pulp, straw pulp, hemp pulp, that's all."
Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, Zhang Daoling had a smile on his face.
"Brother, don't get me wrong. The main reason is that I want to burn something expensive for my grandpa. Since there is nothing expensive, I'll just use ordinary yellow paper."
Hearing this, the shop owner's face relaxed a lot and there was a smile on his face.
"You didn't tell me it was expensive... I have refined yellow paper here. One piece is as good as ten sheets of ordinary yellow paper. It is purely handmade. The paper pulp is sprinkled with gold powder. Your grandfather must be very happy to have such a filial grandson like you. A piece of Ten yuan, how much does it cost?”
Zhang Daoling smiled and shook his head.
"I thought about it and decided not to give it up. According to my grandfather's frugal character, buying cheap yellow paper is enough. If he buys expensive ones, he won't be willing to use them. He will definitely save them in case he spends them again. If you don’t go out, then I won’t buy it in vain?”
The shopkeeper with a frozen smile said: "...an ordinary ten yuan and one hundred tickets, how much does it cost?"
"Let's get a thousand tickets. The main reason is that there are too many people to deal with."
"???"
…
After walking out of the bridge, Zhang Daoling went to a street shop and bought two bottles of yellow-covered Bofen. Looking at the large and small bags, he gave up the idea of buying food and got directly into the van to go back to the village.
The time was almost right before dinner, so it wasn't considered a breach of etiquette.
Zhang Daoling, who returned to Podi Village, walked into the alley of his home and saw the little girl standing alone at the door with her hands folded, waiting for him.
The lonely narrow alley, a dead well, forced the little girl who I felt pity for to change her painting style. The mottled stone walls became dreamlike, and even the broken stones blocking the road on the ground looked much cuter.
Quietly taking out his mobile phone, Zhang Daoling recorded this heart-warming scene.
After taking the photo, Zhang Daoling leaned over.
"Sister Xiaoyue, why are you here alone?"
Seeing Zhang Daoling, the introverted little girl looked a little shy.
"Grandpa asked me to help my brother lead the way."
The expected answer made Zhang Daoling completely give up the idea of opening the door and going home.
"Thank you sister, let's leave now."
"Brother, won't you put the things back?"
"No, it's not too heavy anyway."
After following the little girl and turning three turns in the alley, Zhang Daoling came to a black iron door with a lion's head knocker handle and recognized the location of Old Zhaotou's house.
Walking into the yard, a tall pear tree is located in the center of the yard. The wooden table under the shade of the tree is already filled with home-cooked meals, two meat and two vegetarian dishes, white rice with braised eggplant and tomato scrambled eggs, and pork head meat on the plate. The chicken legs exude a hot aroma and look very appetizing.
Old Zhaotou, who was shaking his fan, noticed that the two people who came back had a doting smile on their faces.
"There's a basin over there to wash your hands... Sit down, I don't have much to eat at home, it's just common food, don't dislike it."
Zhang Daoling, who shook his wet hands, noticed that the old man was serving food for him, and ran a few steps to the table to catch the big bowl of rice handed by the old man, and sat down directly opposite, while Zhao Xiyue sat upright. Between the two of them, he obediently put his hands on his knees, waiting for his grandfather to serve him rice.
"The food you cook is more delicious than the chefs who cook it, and it's no worse than the delicacies in the city... Can I fill it up for you?"
"Son, how much does this wine cost?"
"More than twenty a bottle, not expensive."
"Hey, you're quite obedient, come on!"
Putting two bottles of yellow-covered Bofen on the table, Zhang Daoling opened one directly and took the initiative to pour wine for the old man and toast him. The old man had taken good care of him since he returned to the village, and he was willing to offer this glass of wine.
"You are an elder, let me toast you first."
"Haha, come on, let us drink!"
Because he was thinking about the thief, Zhang Daoling still didn't let go. On the contrary, Lao Zhao drank one glass after another. His nose was red but he didn't look drunk. His speech was clear and his alcohol consumption was shocking.
"...Speaking of which, your old Zhang family is also a bit weird."
"What's weird?"
Seeing his good granddaughter and Zhang Daoling looking at him intently, the old man chuckled and recalled the past.
"Your Taoist great-grandfather told people's fortunes all day long, saying that he was an innate Taoist body. However, the people in the society said it was feudal superstition. They reported him and beat him up. He was arrested by the police and imprisoned for more than ten years. After he came out, he didn’t mention anything about practicing Taoism anymore, and he died in depression.
Then there’s your dad. When he was a child, he spent all day flipping through fortune-telling and weird books. However, your dad is smarter than your great-grandfather and doesn’t go around and report it to others...
After seeing off Lao Zhang and his wife, your dad also became very obsessive, often unable to see anyone... But I can see that your dad is a man of integrity, not a simple person. "
Although the honest words are realistic, they are not annoying. After hearing this, Zhang Daoling was also thinking about whether Lao Zhaotou's initiative to contact him was because of his father, or that being friends with him was a kind of investment.
Zhang Daoling asked softly, putting down the glass that he usually used to drink water but now used to drink.
"Do you believe in those feudal superstitions? Our country is now a scientific power."
Hearing what Zhang Daoling said, Old Zhaotou sighed and said seriously.
"Young students, you won't believe some things unless you experience them. The world is too big and there are many things that science cannot explain. Your university teachers will definitely not tell you these things.
I have lived and practiced martial arts all my life. Even though you are tall and strong, I am afraid you are no match for me.
But if I encounter those invisible and intangible things, fists and kicks are of no use. I still have to find others to solve the problem. Let me tell you this, our Podi Village was called Longwan Village in your great-grandfather’s generation. , it has a great background,
Legend has it that a dragon and a phoenix came here when they were tired from flying. The dragon lay on the east bank of the river and formed a bay. The phoenix fell on the west slope and touched the spiritual stone. This spiritual stone spanned two high mountains. Do you think it is magical or not?
You should also have seen that the dry river beach next to the square is where the dragon lay. At that time, our village had mountains and rivers, but it was full of aura. The experts in our place started the Longwan. name,
Unfortunately, something unexpected happened later, and the government forcibly changed the name. This place lost its aura and became a slope village. It was in rags and rags, with a bottom, and all the wealth had to be leaked. . "
Unexpectedly, there is such a legend in Podi Village. Zhang Daoling took the initiative to pour half a glass of wine for the old man.
"The Phoenix Stone, does it mean the Phoenix Stone on Liu Bei Mountain?"
With a sigh, Old Zhaotou responded.
"No one can say otherwise. Originally, Liu Bei Mountain was called Phoenix Mountain. Unfortunately, the Phoenix Stone was struck by lightning. Now the stone on Liu Bei Mountain is a fake one. The real Phoenix Stone has long gone. God doesn't want this place to get rich." Ah, I finally lost a treasure..."
Huang Gaiben drank a bottle and a half, and the old man drank more than one bottle alone. Maybe it was because he drank too hard. At this moment, Lao Zhaotou also looked a little groggy.
Under such circumstances, Zhang Daoling naturally couldn't leave. With the help of Zhao Xiyue, Zhang Daoling helped the old man to bed, covered him with a quilt, and cleaned up the dishes and leftover food. Only then did the grateful little girl lock the door and confirm After everything was correct, Zhang Daoling left Lao Zhao's house.
By the time he returned to his yard, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. Although it took more than three hours to eat a meal, Zhang Daoling had heard many ancient legends of Podi Village from the old man's mouth. If there were no attribute table I'm afraid he would really listen to it as a story, but now he knows that these rumors may not all be compiled stories, and any legends may be useful to him.
After locking the door and blocking it with a cabinet, Zhang Daoling, who was a little tired, closed the curtains and lay on the bed, his head a little confused.
He knew that his father must know these things, but he didn't know why his father never told him. But then again, if he hadn't seen the attribute table with his own eyes, I'm afraid he wouldn't take it seriously even if he told it.
"Forget it, why are you thinking so much? Let's take a nap. I can't do anything in this state."
Touching the fruit knife under the pillow, Zhang Daoling fell into a deep sleep.
…
After sleeping until 6:30 in the evening, he went to the bald boss outside to eat a bowl of clear soup noodles and three fried dough sticks. Zhang Daoling patted his face and returned home, where he began to organize his tools for drawing symbols.
A wolf brush, a porcelain plate for serving side dishes, a bundle of unopened mineral water, and a large stack of long yellow paper. These are all the tools needed to draw the talisman. Due to limited time and conditions, Zhang Daoling was unable to build it. For the Taoist altar mentioned in the internal information, there is no way to consider the time and age when the talisman was drawn, so everything can only be kept simple.
Perhaps it was the 0.03 numerical bonus of the Tao of Talisman, but he vaguely felt that he could do it even without an altar and without considering the time.
Crush the cinnabar, mix it with water and grind it in a porcelain plate. Soon the cinnabar turns into a blood-like crimson pigment. Open the demonstration illustration of the Thunder Talisman on the computer. Zhang Daoling presses the yellow paper with a paperweight and holds the Langhao pen in his right hand gently. Dot it on the porcelain plate, and the white wolf hair will instantly turn into blood red.
The tip of the brush condensed to a point. Zhang Daoling took a deep breath, held his breath and concentrated, and used both his mind and heart. While silently reciting the [Five Directions Divine Curse·Thunder Talisman] mantra in his heart, he used his right hand to start drawing the talisman on the yellow paper according to the pre-planned stroke steps. , extremely difficult.
First, there are the two ancient Taoist characters "Thunder Seal" on the head of the symbol. The ancient characters with many strokes are extremely laborious and energy-consuming to write. If you are not careful, the vermilion ink will stick together and all your efforts will be wasted, so you must be more careful.
(End of chapter)
