Zhao Fuyun refused to participate in their reception banquet, which made those who had prepared for it confused, followed by an inexplicable anger.
After careful discussion all night, the people who were preparing for the banquet were prepared, and the rhetoric in various situations was thought of, but the other party refused.
Even Yin Wushou, who had previously advised Li Heipi, who had killed the monkey, to calm down, cursed loudly after hearing Zhao Fuyun's rejection: "...The disciples of Tiandu Mountain are amazing? Do you look down on our hanging turret?" The monks here made me angry and turned you into a corpse puppet..."
But if Zhao Fuyun didn't come, they had nothing to do. After getting angry, they could only keep this breath in their hearts and wait for the opportunity to retaliate.
As for the county magistrate Zhu Puyi, he did not come because he was invited when he invited Zhao Fuyun. He heard that Zhao Fuyun would also go, so he naturally agreed.
However, he was afraid in his heart, so he came to Zhao Fuyun before leaving and wanted to go with him. However, Zhao Fuyun said that he would not go, so naturally he did not dare to go.
I can only say that I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, so I stopped going.
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However, since the heavy rain that night, the weather in Wuze County has been continuously sunny, and it seems that the rainy season in Nanling has passed.
Zhao Fuyun completed his spiritual practice in the courtyard every day, recited the Red Flame Divine Mantra once and offered sacrifices to lamps.
Then it’s time to read and practice the Fa.
In the dojo, he focused on practicing swordsmanship and needle control.
The art of swordsmanship uses oneself as a container and combines the will of heaven and earth into one's own will, allowing the target to change according to one's own will.
Swordsmanship is a foundation and a framework into which many spells can be integrated.
The opening words of The Art of Sword and Weapon are: "All laws are in line with my heart and serve as my weapon!"
What he is practicing now is the Sword and Weapon Art, combined with the divine power of the 'Red Flame Divine Lord', and then combined with the 'Burn' spell.
He himself worshiped a statue of the Red Flame God Lord. It was naturally very easy to sense the power of the Red Flame God Lord. Now he was in a dojo built with the Red Flame Lord as the foundation.
He could feel the heat of the flames.
He was sitting in the nave. There was a wooden pole erected in the yard. A piece of cloth was hung on the wooden pole, swaying in the breeze.
He concentrated and calmed down, his left hand clenched into a hollow fist at his left waist, and the sword finger of his right hand was inserted into the fist hole of his left hand.
Like a sword in its scabbard.
He suddenly pulled out his finger, like pulling out a sword, or like pulling out a baton, and pointed towards the grass in the yard, and at the same time, a deep voice came out of his chest and abdomen.
"burn!"
The sound and the pointing of the sword finger, at this moment, his will represents the order of the entire dojo.
The dojo is also equivalent to a small world.
That piece of grass actually burst into flames in an instant.
Zhao Fuyun was delighted. He had practiced the 'burn' spell for a long time, but he had never been able to master it.
It had only been done in Zhu Puyi's dreams before, but now it was done in reality.
"No wonder a Taoist master once said that everyone must learn how to do it. A monk's dojo is not only a place for body and mind to live in, but also a place for practice."
"Creating an environment conducive to practice is of great help in understanding spells."
He felt the "burning" charm of the law, and also felt the "divine power" that was extremely repulsive to evil.
Feel it with your own spiritual thoughts, and slowly a mark will be formed.
This kind of mark is called a 'talisman'.
To build the foundation, it is necessary to combine the true evil with the mysterious light and condense a natal talisman in the body, thereby forming a fundamental qualitative change and building the foundation of the Tao.
And when he obtained the piece of lightning-struck jujube wood, he used it to carve the statue of the 'Red Lord', so it was destined that he would have more opportunities to experience the aspect of 'fire'.
Therefore, the first magic weapon he refined, the 'Fire Hair Needle', was also of the fire attribute, and the dojo he built was also a 'flame' dojo.
He knew very well that in the future he would build a foundation, and probably the talisman seeds condensed in his body would also be related to flames.
There is nothing wrong with this, and the more things you comprehend before forming the talisman seeds, the more mysterious the condensed talisman seeds will be, and the more magical powers you can obtain.
Another day passed, and he realized that the change he had been waiting for might have come.
Because on this day, a group of merchants came to the county.
The owner, the clerks, the escorts and some miscellaneous people added up to a total of eighteen people.
The owner of the caravan is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties. He is slightly fat, but his face is full of the wind and frost of traveling in the world, and he has a smiling face.
He brought seven cartloads of goods with him in his caravan.
The cars were loaded with daily necessities shipped from other places, and they all looked exquisite.
Since Wuze County was incorporated into the Great Zhou Kingdom, caravans have dared to come. In the past, they would go out to purchase by themselves.
This is because the atmosphere here is really bad, because people who come here to sell things often lose their lives and property, their goods are robbed, and their people are even left behind.
It has gotten better over the years, but there are still few caravans coming.
After this caravan named Dafeng Trading Company arrived, all the goods in the car were sold out in just three days.
But after they sold out, they didn't leave, but started collecting the goods.
As we all know, when merchants transport goods to sell, they cannot go back with an empty cart. They must take local specialties to sell elsewhere.
What special goods are there in Wuze County that can be sold more easily if shipped to other places?
Zhao Fuyun didn't know, but he knew that these merchants would definitely know.
To Zhao Fuyun's expectation, they actually started to collect Gu seeds, ghosts, and some materials unique to Wuze.
For example, poison, such as some fine stones.
There is also a tree here called Yin Liu, which grows in damp water and likes shade but not sun. If it is more than thirty years old, the center of the tree will be used as a flagpole for gathering shade flags.
Of course, they also collect some local medicinal wine and insect wine.
The things collected were so miscellaneous that there was no discernible purpose. Zhao Fuyun even wondered if he had made a mistake.
Until he saw the daughter of the business owner.
The woman looked to be in her twenties. Zhao Fuyun was sure that he had never seen her before, but for some reason, the moment he saw her, he felt familiar.
When she got out of the carriage and looked at the people from Wuze County who were watching, she saw Zhao Fuyun standing outside the crowd.
The two people's eyes met, and Zhao Fuyun knew where his sense of familiarity came from.
What was familiar was not the appearance of this woman, but the aura about her, like a cat.
Her slender figure resembled that white cat.
Especially her eyes were extremely similar to that of the white cat.
Although she looked away as if nothing had happened after just one eye contact, Zhao Fuyun had already seen what she wanted to see.
So he returned to the dojo, took out his pen and ink, and started painting.
He drew a bird, and the ink dyed all the feathers on the bird's body black.
When it got dark, he cut off the nightingale bird with scissors, went to the window facing the front yard, opened it, but at the same time closed the other doors and windows, and then returned to the one in the nave. Half sitting on the wicker chair.
Place the paper bird in your palms and close your eyes.
He pictured the nightingale in his mind.
In order to practice transforming into a nightingale, he had personally raised one from childhood to adulthood, observing its habits and combing its feathers.
He also dissected dead birds and observed the internal organs and skeletons. He also studied painting, especially bird painting, with a well-known painter in the Lower City.
This paper bird suddenly started to move in his palm, and it changed from thin to full. It seemed that a skeleton and feathers had grown out of it, supporting the entire body.
"Jiji!"
There was a sound of birdsong. Zhao Fuyun opened his eyes and spread his hands at the same time. A nightingale bird with plump feathers kicked on his hand, jumped lightly into the air, flapped its wings and got out of the open window at the back. Fly into the night sky.
A little illusion of mysterious light, a little sustenance of thoughts.
The nightingale flew in the sky, passing through most of Wuze County, and soon arrived at the residence of the group of merchants.
The group of merchants rented a few row houses to live in, but they did not come into the county town, and their mules were all untied.
At night, lights were on in every room of those houses, and you could see someone making photocopies on the windowsill, and you could hear different people talking inside, even making punches in dialect.
Zhao Nianyun's transformed nightingale listened for a while, then fell from the nearby tree to the roof, and then got in through the eaves.
I happened to see several people sitting there eating and drinking, but their movements were stiff, and only one person kept changing his voice and speaking in a lively manner.
Zhao Fuyun immediately understood that this man was good at ventriloquism and imitated everyone's voices, and those people sitting there with stiff bodies were all fakes.
It is also an illusion, but the person who is good at ventriloquism has to transform and manipulate too much, so his body is stiff. However, with the window closed, it is impossible to distinguish the shadow on the window.
He flew out and came to another room with only one person, where a person was writing something at his desk.
After seeing it with his own eyes, he realized that it was also a transformed dummy.
Where did they go?
Zhao Fuyun didn't know clearly, so he waited on the tree next to it. After a while, the lights went out, and it seemed that everyone inside was resting and sleeping.
Just before dawn, he found that the room was suddenly becoming more popular.
He came under the eaves again and saw real people.
He was slightly confused, so he took a closer look at the ground and found that the soil was soft.
So I immediately thought of doing magic on the ground.
Some people who are talented in certain areas can learn some escape techniques early, such as earth movement techniques, which can also be performed through talismans.
Judging from the dirt in the room, these people either used talismans to cast earth magic and left, or they had their own earth magic.
He wanted to hear what these people had to say, but found that after these people came back, they didn't talk about other things. After a while, they went to bed to rest.
However, Zhao Fuyun knew that with their current level of cultivation, earth magic could not travel very far underground, and the same was true for talismans.
The direction must be in the mountains outside the city. It was impossible to go to the city, so he flew in the sky and began to patrol back and forth within the distance he estimated in his mind.
Finally, he saw a piece of new soil in a forest.
The new soil was like a tomb bag, bulging and extremely soft. The soil looked like an ant nest, very thin.
He knew that this was the soil that had been refined by magic, and those people who performed earth magic should have come from here.
The nightingale flew back to the small courtyard dojo when a glimmer of light appeared in the sky. The moment it got into the window, it burned and turned into a ball of ashes and fell from the void.
Zhao Fuyun, who had been lying there all night, stood up and started doing morning lessons.
During the day, he walked around the alleys in the county, feeling the cultural atmosphere and seeing the living conditions of the people here.
Every time I go there and look at it, I feel that everyone is really suffering.
Busy all day long, but just trying to have enough food and clothing. The key is that even though you work so hard, it is still difficult to have enough food and clothing.
He saw that many people were wearing tattered clothes, some children were half-clothed, and many adults here did not wear shoes.
Even those who cultivated Gu Yin and had magic skills did not necessarily live a very good life. Their food, clothing and clothing were all very ordinary and simple.
They are like insects in the barren mountains, struggling to survive.
He walked through many houses, and sometimes he would stop and listen quietly. He could hear the chirping of Gu insects in some houses.
People here keep Gu as a way of life.
Moreover, there is a trend that comes from nowhere. People here like to use the dead Gu to make wine and drink it.
Of course, there are also those who set up mourning halls and raise little ghosts. These are heretical practices that Taoist disciples disdain to practice.
But it is very popular here, and he also found that children often die here, not only teenagers, but also babies.
But no one was buried when they died, they all went to raise imps.
There are even mothers who have raised their deceased children as imps, and they don’t think there is anything wrong with this.
Zhao Fuyun saw this in his eyes and could only sigh in his heart.
That night, he once again drew a nightingale, cut it out, and came to the small forest to wait.
After the sky completely darkened, about an hour later, a person suddenly emerged from the ground.
When the man came out, the soil in that area turned up like water.
People came out one by one.
Among them was the woman who Zhao Fuyun thought looked like a cat.
After they came out, they walked quietly through the forest one by one. They seemed to have a very strong purpose.
The nightingale flew in the forest and followed them quietly.
When they came to a swamp, each of them took a pill, which should be a poison-preventing pill.
Because there is a very strong barrier energy here.
But at this moment, each of them took out a talisman. The talisman's light flickered for a moment, and then they disappeared one by one in the darkness.
Hidden?
Zhao Fuyun found that he could not see them, so he flew forward directly. However, after flying for a while, he felt that he was unable to do what he wanted.
Paper Nightingale has reached the limit of what it can achieve.
The nightingale suddenly turned into a paper bird in the air and fell to the ground.
At the same time, Zhao Fuyun opened his eyes, then went out from the door in the middle of the compound to the front yard, and then climbed over the wall.
He didn't practice any method of concealment. Even if he was very good at transformation, he couldn't turn his heavy body into an animal like a cat or a bird.
Therefore, he could only move towards the place where his oriole transformed in his physical body.
As for why that woman can physically transform into a cat, she either has a unique secret method or has some kind of talent.
He soon came to the place where his paper warbler fell.
Suddenly, I heard a burst of laughter from the distance.
"Hahaha, I've known for a long time that you guys are not businessmen. I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I've fed you all bugs today..."
