It cackled twice, walked up to me, flapped its wings twice, and actually landed on my shoulder.
The old chicken rubbed its beak on my shoulder.
"Mother..." Dunkong turned around and ran into the main room, reaching He Fei's side.
"Dukong will be measured, I told him before." He Fei stood up, and she said to me slightly reproachfully.
I smiled bitterly.
Jiang Pan was very good to Dunkong, and was happy to have Dunkong sit on his shoulders at almost any time.
He Fei was even more fond of Dunkong.
I explained and said: "After all, Dunkong is young. If something happens, Laoji will be very old, older than me."
"Except for the nine arts of yin-sheng, Po Luo Yin only left the old chicken. I think it will follow us to open the yang when the time comes. I will teach Po Luo Yin the nine arts of yin-sheng, and then leave the old chicken with her. Heirs and descendants are around."
He Zhi shook her head, frowned and said: "This matter still needs to be discussed. Now you have different abilities. A few years ago, you also used the chicken's comb blood. If it were someone else, let the old chicken risk his life, and again what to do?"
Her words made me pause. I nodded. What He Fei said was indeed correct.
The next moment, the two of us became quiet again...
They were talking about things a moment ago, but at this moment, there was silence and no sound.
After a long time, He Zhi touched Dunkong's head and whispered: "Can you come back before Jingzhe?"
He Pheasant and I were both silent just now because I would definitely not be out for a short time...
Jingzhe is Dunkong's birthday, less than four months away.
Even so, I can't completely guarantee that I can come back...
Because we not only have to go to the Yin Mountain to retrieve the feathered corpse, but also have to go directly to Longlong’s Yin Death Place to bring Zhou Jingyi out after we come back.
The geomantic omen of the Guoyin Mountain Range is absolutely complicated, and Mr. Suspicious Dragon died there.
It would take us a month just to travel, not counting the time spent in the mountains...
I lowered my head and deduced in my mind.
But there must be many variables along the way, so I can’t be sure.
Finally, I was about to say that I worked hard to come back before Jingzhe.
He Zhi raised his hand and made a blocking movement.
"It's better not to say it. If you can't be sure for so long, things will definitely change easily. If you say you can't come back, Dunkong and I will be very sad."
After saying that, He Fei picked up the things she had just mended from the table and whispered: "I made insoles for you. It will be much more comfortable when you walk on the mountain road."
I feel warm in my heart, extremely warm.
Likewise, I am even more grateful to He Pheasant for his understanding.
I told He Zhi first that I wouldn't leave until tomorrow, but she still called me and asked me to put on the insoles in front of her and show her.
After I tried it all, she was finally very satisfied.
After that, I never left Li's house and kept playing with Dunkong.
Use the charm to chase me, and I will run with the chicken.
He Zhi looked on from the side, covering his mouth and laughing happily.
At almost nightfall, He Zhi went to cook.
Our family of three had a great time having dinner.
Dunkong asked me, why didn't uncle come?
I explained to him that my uncle was busy and that starting tomorrow, he and I would go out for a short time.
Dunkong lowered his head and whispered, "I heard what you and your mother said, dad, but won't uncle come and say goodbye to me?"
Dunkong is so well-behaved and sensible that it makes people feel heartbroken.
I reached out and touched his head and told him to see my uncle and I off tomorrow.
Dunkong's eyes were filled with surprise.
He climbed on top of me and gave me another kiss on the cheek.
After that, He Fei put away the dishes and Dunkong said enthusiastically that he wanted to draw a talisman for me and asked me to bring the talisman he drew!
My heart felt warm, and I felt even more happy and relieved.
Just when I was about to get a pen and inkstone.
Dunkong asked me again if I could use my golden pen and black inkstone to draw talismans on him.
Normally, I use normal pen, ink, paper and inkstone to draw symbols in the air.
His childish words made me stunned.
The golden pen is an earthly pen!
The black inkstone is the Tiangan inkstone!
I paused for a moment.
It's impossible for me to teach Tukong Di Xiangyu, but if I use it briefly, it won't cause any serious problems.
In fact, Mr. Yin Yang’s objects all have special characteristics.
Unless it is an ownerless thing, you can use it just by holding it.
Those who have inheritance almost all have some spirituality. If the master refuses to use it, ordinary people cannot pick it up.
Unless that person's life is tougher than the owner's and can take the thing away by force.
When I first became a disciple, I still remember clearly that the ground pen was about to fall and I went to catch it, but I just missed it.
I took out the Dizhi pen and Tiangan inkstone from my close-fitting inner bag. I smiled and said, "Okay, daddy will make an exception and let you use them."
Dunkong was even more elated and ran around the table several times happily.
I was so surprised that the old chicken in the room jumped on my shoulder again.
Soon, I ground the ink and gave the Dizhi pen to Dunkong.
He actually put his finger into his mouth and bit it hard.
Suddenly, Dunkong showed a pained expression on his little face!
Then, he tremblingly put his bloody fingers into the inkstone and stirred it several times.
My complexion changed slightly, and my brows furrowed as I watched!
How did Dunkong learn to draw talismans with blood?
Although I have seen Taoist priests from the Liu family draw blood talismans, and even Mr. Di Xiankanyu’s travel notes of past dynasties have written that the talisman painted with essence and blood can add power, especially to those who are masters of Yin Yang magic!
But for Dunkong, at such a young age, using such a domineering method would consume too much of his energy!
I didn't expect that when he was bleeding, I was too late to stop him.
"Dunkong, was it the blood-drawing talisman that your uncle taught you, or was it something you saw in a book?"
Dunkong is picking up his pen and dipping it in ink.
After I asked, he looked up at me and whispered: "It was written in the book. I was afraid of pain, so I asked my uncle. My uncle told me that I can't draw casually, as it will hurt my body."
"But daddy, you have to go on a long journey. Uncle said that my talisman is very good. I want to draw a very powerful talisman for you."
"I want to protect daddy." Dunkong's childish words were extremely serious.
