During the conversation, stay away from the river.
Zhang Jingqing transformed into a white horse again, and the master and apprentice rode away on the white horse.
It was drizzling, the sky was getting dark, and the master and apprentice were still on the road.
Traveling is indeed very tiring... Zhang Zhiwei thought.
He glanced at Zhang Jingqing who was walking in front. The rain had wet his hair, and his eyebrows and beard were covered with water drops.
At first glance, he didn't look like the majestic Taoist master at all. Instead, he looked like a slovenly wild Taoist priest.
Zhang Jingqing was touched deep in her heart.
Master treats me well!
But soon, there was an emergency ahead.
I saw a body lying on the roadside not far away.
Without Zhang Jingqing's reminder, Zhang Zhiwei stopped his horse and went over to check, when a mutilated body came into view.
Half of the body was broken, revealing the white bones, the internal organs were hollowed out, and the head was half eaten. Next to the body, there was a load of bundled firewood dumped.
"Looking like this, he was attacked by a wild beast!"
Zhang Zhiwei reached out and touched the bones of the corpse.
Then I discovered that there were many small scratches on the bones, as if someone had brushed them with a sharp steel brush.
Steel brush... something similar to a steel brush on the beast... except for the barbs on the tongue, there seems to be nothing else, a tongue full of barbs...
Is it a blind bear or a tiger?
Most likely it was a tiger, and it had to be a tiger with some skills. The tongues of ordinary beasts are not so powerful. It is probably because the woodcutter was unlucky and encountered it.
Based on the tragic condition of the corpse, Zhang Zhiwei quickly simulated the previous scene.
On his way down the mountain carrying firewood, a woodcutter was attacked from behind by a tiger. He bit off half of his head in one bite and died on the spot.
Afterwards, the tiger ate away his brain, internal organs and fatty parts of his body, leaving only some skinny parts.
The scratches on those bones are the marks left by the tiger's barbed tongue, licking the bones and scraping the flesh.
"If you roll your tongue down and leave such a deep scratch on the bone, I'm afraid it has already begun to refine Qi and will become a spirit!"
Zhang Zhiwei turned around and reported the situation to his master.
After hearing this, Zhang Jingqing said: "Everything has Qi. Unlike humans, few animals can sense Qi. But once they feel Qi, their minds are simple and they can improve quickly. If they want to eat people, they still have to solve it quickly." , otherwise it will be a disaster!"
Zhang Zhiwei said: "But in these barren mountains and ridges, the rain has also diluted the breath. Where can I find it?"
"You will hate the book when it comes to use. You won't know the difficulty until you have experienced it!" Zhang Jingqing scolded, "I want you to learn more about the talisman. If you don't listen, you will rush into the dragon and jade talisman. When it rains or enters the water, you will be blinded. Got it!"
Zhang Zhiwei remained silent. Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, Maoshan Qing Sect, and Ge Zao Mountain Lingbao Sect were collectively known as the Three Talisman Sects. They were the three sects in Taoism that were best at drawing talismans.
He is a direct descendant of the Heavenly Master, but he is not very good at talismans and is indeed a bit unable to use them.
However, in Zhang Zhiwei's view, the most important thing to practice is the cultivation of life. Such side techniques can be put aside for now and just have a rough understanding of them for the time being.
Therefore, he only knows some superficial methods, such as talisman tracking methods, and he only knows the most basic dragon-charging jade talisman.
The Chonglong Jade Talisman was born out of the Three Parts of Taiwei, Eight Scenes and Twenty-Four Zhenlu. The so-called "scenes" are the gods corresponding to the parts of the body.
The Chonglong Jade is for the nose, and the purpose of this talisman is to deify the nose and gain an unparalleled sense of smell, which can be used for tracking.
In short, it’s an enhanced version of a dog’s nose.
It's raining now, so Zhang Zhiwei's dog's nose naturally doesn't work very well, so Zhang Jingqing said he was blind.
"Master has great wisdom, I will study the art of talismans when I get back!" Zhang Zhiwei said.
This is not a coincidence, he really intends to learn it hard. After all, Lei Fa has encountered a bottleneck, and drawing talismans is a very mental exercise. It is still beneficial to learn it.
"As long as you know, tidy up the body and let's find a place to stay overnight!" Zhang Jingqing arranged.
Zhang Zhiwei immediately cleaned up the body, barely wrapped it up with tattered clothes on the ground, found a relatively flat location on the roadside, opened a pit, and buried the bones.
After burying the body, Zhang Zhiwei got on his horse and continued to set off with Zhang Jingqing.
In fact, for them, staying overnight in the wild is nothing.
But the purpose of this trip is to travel and experience. If you rely on your cultivation to be content with the situation, what is the difference between it and practicing hard in the mountains?
Fortunately, not long after leaving, the master and apprentice found a place to stay.
Next to the official road ahead, there is a small stone temple in the empty mountains.
The stone temple is simple and ordinary. It is made of bluestones. I don’t know how many years have passed, and the stone surface is gray.
At this moment, there was a faint flicker of fire inside the stone temple, and it looked like someone was inside.
"Although it is crude, it is still a shelter from wind and rain."
Approaching the stone temple, Zhang Jingqing made a magic spell, and the white horse suddenly seemed to have lost its breath, turning into two palm-sized talisman papers and burning.
Immediately, the two pushed open the wooden door and walked into the stone temple.
At this moment, in the stone temple, several villagers who went up the mountain to cut firewood had to take shelter here because the rain was getting heavier and the sky was getting dark.
The villagers built a fire in the stone temple, used local materials, and used rainwater to boil several pots of hot soup and drank it.
Seeing Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Jingqing coming in, several people tightened their hatchets and looked wary.
The world is not good now and banditry is rampant, so they cannot help but be careless.
"It's raining heavily outside, please excuse me!"
Zhang Jingqing said politely, and seeing the villagers' nervousness, she took Zhang Zhiwei to meditate in the corner.
In front of the fire, several villagers whispered.
"Isn't it cold? I see these two Taoist priests are so thinly dressed!"
"These two Taoist priests are tall and powerful. I guess they have real skills and are not afraid of the cold!"
"Real Kung Fu? Boxing type?"
"Hush, be careful what you say, be careful what you say!"
Seeing how polite the two Taoist priests were, one of the older men quickly said to the young man behind him:
One of the older men quickly said to the young man behind him:
"Er Gou, don't be stunned. Pour a bowl of hot soup for the two Taoist priests to warm themselves up."
"Uh, okay, okay!"
The young man named Ergou immediately scooped two bowls of soup from the broken pot and was about to hand them over, but the old man got up first, took the soup and delivered it himself.
"Two Taoist priests, please drink a cup of hot water to warm your body! It's a rainy day. You two are wearing thin clothes. Be careful not to catch cold. We are all villagers from nearby villages. Winter is coming. We can't afford coal for heating, so we have to go up the mountain. Chopping some firewood to survive!”
With a flattering smile on his face, the old man explained the situation by offering soup.
The implication is that we are just ordinary villagers who cannot afford coal, cannot squeeze out any oil or water, and have no business.
