Return to the house.
The first thing Chen Ping did was to arrange evil things at home.
He now has a large number of evil-proofing talismans in his hands. He brought more than 300 of them from Lianyun City. Fifty or sixty of them were discarded, and the remaining 200 or so were left with varying degrees of spiritual power loss, but they were still usable.
I originally wanted to find an opportunity to sell it.
'There are a lot of evil spirits happening during this period. I wonder if the price of evil-proofing talismans has increased? ,
'Mostly there will be an increase. ,
'Forget it, if you don't make the slight difference, keep it for your own use. After all, life is more important. ,
In addition to these more than 200 pieces, I now insist on drawing 3 evil-proof charms every day, and have accumulated 243 brand-new evil-proof charms so far.
As for evil-suppressing talismans, there are 106 more.
Among them, 70 had lost spiritual power, and 20 were drawn during this period, but the paintings were not perfect. The rest were bought in Lianyun City and had complete spiritual power.
You don’t have to choose at this time, you can use them all.
Chen Ping placed some evil-proofing and evil-suppressing charms in every corner of the house, on the walls, on pendants, behind the door, on the roof beams...
All kinds of risky places.
After placing the talisman, he took out the remaining sections of Ten Thousand Thunder Bamboo from the storage bag and hung them on the roof beams.
Looking at the talismans all over the room, Chen Ping felt a little more at ease.
'It's still not enough. I won't practice any more today. Let's draw talismans. ,
Chen Ping took out a ladle of water and drank a few sips. After meditating, he went to the talisman-making room and began to draw talismans at his desk.
Evil amulet +1.
Security +1...
night.
The night is extremely dark tonight, without a trace of moonlight.
Chen Ping looked at the dark night and felt that there was danger everywhere, but for his own safety, he decided to go find Brother Cao Yabo.
He lifted up his robe and put evil-suppressing charms on his arms and legs.
The same goes for the back and arms.
Take a deep breath and disappear into the night.
Unfortunately, there were no lights on in Cao Abo's house, and it was dark inside.
Chen Ping knocked on the door for a while, but still didn't get any answer.
Chen Ping looked at the female nun's house next door and muttered in his heart, "Sorry," so...
…the banging on the door intensified.
Sure enough, a female cultivator wearing thin clothes came out:
"Fellow Taoist, please stop taking pictures. I didn't see Taoist Cao come back tonight. Maybe I haven't finished the work outside."
...actually didn't come back.
Chen Ping's heart tightened.
Then he regained his composure, apologized to the female cultivator, and quickly left the place.
Sleepless night.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
The next day.
Chen Ping was unwilling to give in and went to Cao Abo's house again.
As expected, there was still no response.
Chen Ping exhaled. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable because he didn't understand the matter. It was like a lump in his throat, as if his fate was in someone else's hands, and he was on tenterhooks.
He turned his head and looked towards the outer city to the south.
...
Outer city.
Fugui Building.
In the center of the stage, the dancer is dressed in crimson dance clothes, with bird feathers on her head and a long veil. She wears silver bracelets on her bare feet and dances to the beat. Sometimes his eyebrows are frowning, showing infinite sadness, and sometimes his smile is bright, showing boundless joy...
It caused bursts of cheers from the crowd.
On a high platform, a frail scholar was admiring the dancing girl's agile dance while enjoying the tea and water served by the two flower girls beside him.
Really enjoyed it.
This weak scholar is Chen Ping.
He spends money generously, and the two flower girls around him are attentive and answer all questions. Under his persuasion and constant guidance,
, told a lot of information about others who were already dead, but he didn't know much about it.
Although this wealthy building is located in the outer city, and the singers and dancers inside are all mortals, monks often come and go here, and everyone is accustomed to it.
There is a big shot behind Fugui Tower, and there is probably a foundation building behind it... This is also the information that Chen Ping guessed after chatting with Hua Ji.
In Fugui Building, you can talk freely.
Don't worry about saying too much and making mistakes.
But outside the Fugui Tower, mortals had better not talk about the monks, otherwise they will easily get burned.
Because the monks come and go frequently, many things about the central city can be found out here.
Fugui Building is a small dye vat.
"Have you heard about the evil happening in Central City recently?" Chen Ping asked calmly while drinking the spiritual tea.
"This matter has become a topic of conversation after dinner in Fugui Tower, and everyone knows it." When talking about this, a clingy Hua Ji became interested:
"Immortal Master, the little girl also knows a few things. I don't know what the Immortal Master wants to hear. I just want the little girl to tell the Immortal Master one by one and listen to it."
Chen Ping glanced at her:
"Let's just talk."
This casual chat lasted a long time, but the things they talked about were no different from what Mo Xuebi talked about. They were pretty much the same.
Didn't ask why.
This made Chen Ping slightly disappointed.
"My little lady heard that another immortal master died last night. It is said that it was on Guihua Street in the west of Zhongcheng. Many people are discussing this matter today." Hua Ji added.
Um?
Another one dies?
Chen Ping tensed up and was still dying.
"Really? You are quite well-informed. Do you know the situation of that immortal master?" Chen Ping said calmly.
Hua Ji quickly said:
"The little girl also heard what a sister said this morning. She doesn't know about the immortal master's situation."
well.
Chen Ping sighed inwardly.
I don’t know if he is a monk from Lianyun City.
Looking at the dancer dancing gracefully on the stage, Chen Ping suddenly felt that the dance was no longer so charming.
...
Osmanthus Street.
Chen Ping inquired a little and found out which Taoist family had suffered.
After arriving, I looked at it from a distance and found that the body was still lying in the yard and had not been disposed of. Several monks in white robes were holding a magic weapon covered with runes, still carefully surveying the scene, and seemed to be waiting for someone.
Like Chen Ping, there were a few people watching from a distance. Some people looked at it for a while and shook their heads and left. The next moment, new people joined the crowd.
But they didn't get close, obviously there was some taboo.
It is evil after all!
Chen Ping also stood far away and looked at the corpse from several angles. The body and face were so distorted that he could no longer tell who it was.
But the more I looked at that Taoist robe, the more familiar it became.
The more I look at it, the more my heart sinks.
'Sure enough, it's another fellow from Lianyuncheng. ,
He recognized that robe. During the migration, when Brother Cao returned from his first trip to collect medicine, that is when Chen Ping bought Ten Thousand Thunder Bamboo, he had seen a monk buying medicinal materials from Brother Cao. He was wearing this robe. A rather special robe with white edges and blue background, with one corner of the garment scratched by vegetation.
Although I can't tell this person's name.
Chen Ping looked at it for a while, then turned and left.
'It's really not easy for the monks in Lianyuncheng. He risked his life to come to Yunzhong City, but he still suffered misfortune. ,
Unfortunately, I don’t know many people in this city, so it’s not convenient to find out a lot of information. Put yourself in a passive state.
Evil, right?
bring it on!
It’s not that you can’t learn it for a while!
(End of chapter)
