The innocent look of the girl was very cute. Jiang Jiahao smiled bitterly, shook his head, and responded: "Jiang Jiahao."
Then he pointed to some charms on the table and asked, "I see that you know how to draw charms?"
"That's not the case. The charms I drew only have form but no spirit. They have very little effect. They are just for practice. They are not even qualified to give away."
"Strictly speaking, I only know seven kinds of spells now. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, do you also want to come to grandma to ask for a spell?"
"Grandma hasn't drawn spells for a long time. If you are in a hurry to use them, you can take some of the ones I drew away, although they may be of no use."
Zhang Jing picked through some spells on the table, picked out a few masterpieces that she was most satisfied with, and handed them to Jiang Jiahao, with big eyes that didn't work well.
Jiang Jiahao curiously took the talismans and looked at them. Well, although these talismans were very beautiful, in his eyes, they were still ghostly talismans.
When asked about the functions of the talismans, the girl did not hesitate to explain, and mentioned the functions of several talismans, including talismans for exorcism, marriage talisman, wealth-seeking talisman, study-seeking talisman, peace talisman, disaster-repelling talisman, etc.
In Zhang Jing's words, people who come to the shrine to ask for talismans usually only ask for these types of talismans, so her grandmother only taught her these types.
But she has been practicing these kinds of spells for several years.
"You are so awesome." Jiang Jiahao carefully folded up a few charms and put them into his breast pocket, and praised them without hesitation.
Zhang Jing shook her head in distress: "Don't make fun of me. I have been practicing for so many years to be able to make these spells."
"My grandma learned everything after studying with my ancestor for a few months. Compared with grandma, I am a fool."
When the girl saw Jiang Jiahao carefully put away the charm, the corners of her mouth curled up in pleasure, feeling that her hard work was recognized.
Jiang Jiahao shook his head and laughed when he heard this. He had heard the legendary life of Master Zhang Ling from Mu Wanrou's mouth.
If just any person is that powerful, then the master is worthless.
Suddenly, Jiang Jiahao's smile stopped.
He ran out of the courtyard with Zhang Jing's confused expression, and ran back in a hurry, with an extra leather bag in his hand.
Putting the leather bag on his lap, Jiang Jiahao took out an ancient book wrapped in gray cloth and handed it to Zhang Jing: "The ancient book I got by chance is full of charms. Can you understand it?"
"This, this, this... this is not a spell, but... a spell? How is it possible? How could you have such a thing?"
"Oh my god, just looking at it makes me feel dizzy and confused."
Zhang Jing flipped through the ancient book curiously, and after reading only one page, her body swayed and almost fell. She quickly closed the ancient book, took the eye mask and put it on, and then she calmed down a lot.
Her voice was full of surprise and shock. She took Jiang Jiahao's hand, ran towards the wing, and knocked on Zhang Ling's door.
"What's the matter? Have you forgotten the Qi nourishing skills I usually teach you?"
Zhang Ling didn't seem to be curious about Zhang Jing and Jiang Jiahao appearing together. She just rubbed Zhang Jing's head lovingly and was attracted by the ancient book in her hand.
Seeing this, Zhang Jing quickly handed the ancient book to Zhang Ling and explained: "Grandma, he brought this. It seems...is...a magic secret book?"
"Nonsense, the magic secrets have been lost a long time ago, don't talk nonsense, go back and continue practicing the spells."
Zhang Ling's body was obviously a little more trembling. She grabbed the ancient book and pointed to the main hall in the distance.
Zhang Jing nodded calmly and went back to practice the spells. Jiang Jiahao wanted to leave, but Zhang Ling stopped him.
"Come in."
"oh."
Jiang Jiahao followed Zhang Ling into the wing. Zhang Ling closed the door and lit a few more candles to make the room brighter.
She sat at the table and took off the blindfold on her face, revealing a pair of gray pupils.
She closed her eyes and touched the ancient book with her palms, her body trembling.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling spurted out a mouthful of blood, and most of the energy and energy in her body seemed to have disappeared.
Jiang Jiahao quickly helped Zhang Ling, fearing that she would fall, and asked worriedly: "Master Zhang Ling, are you okay?"
Zhang Ling took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth, waved her hand nonchalantly, and asked quietly: "Where did you get this ancient book?"
"When I was collecting arms, I passed by a funeral palace."
Jiang Jiahao was stared at by Zhang Ling's pupilless eyes, and he swallowed subconsciously. He did not hide anything and explained everything about going to the funeral palace.
Then he took out the compass wrapped in gray cloth, handed it to Zhang Ling, and continued: "I know I shouldn't be too curious to open the cast iron coffin, but now that it's opened, I have no regrets."
"At that time, these two things were found in the hidden compartment of the mahogany coffin. As for things like the gold medal for immunity from death, they were all in the coffin and displayed on the open side."
Zhang Ling listened to Jiang Jiahao's story the whole time, silently shook her head, and complained a little more: "You shouldn't have shown the ancient books to Xiaojing, you are harming her."
"Forget it, the matter has come to this, it's useless to say anything. What are you going to do with these ancient books and compasses?"
Jiang Jiahao frowned when he heard this, not knowing what Zhang Ling meant by harmed.
Seeing that Zhang Ling seemed to attach great importance to ancient books and compasses, he smiled and said: "I can't understand the things on this at all. Treasures match heroes, so give them to Master Zhang."
Zhang Ling was stunned, shook her head with a wry smile, and refused: "This thing has too great a cause and effect, and whoever gives it away will be asking for his life."
"I'm very surprised. If a tomb robber opened the coffin, he would have died the moment he saw the ancient corpse."
"According to what you said, there are more than ninety people in your group, and nothing happened?"
Jiang Jiahao frowned: "It's not like nothing happened. In the previous pig cage melee, more than half of my brothers were killed. There were only about twenty people who went to the funeral palace, and they were all locked up in prison."
"That doesn't count. You guys are in a club and you are just dancing between life and death. It doesn't matter whether I have been to the funeral palace or not."
"The ancient books are free of charge. I still want to live a few more years."
"In this way, the ancient books and compass will be placed with me first. I will study them carefully and return them to you when you leave."
"Jiang Jiahao, Xiao Jingben has nothing to do with you, but because of this ancient book, there is a causal entanglement between you."
"If Xiaojing is in trouble one day in the future, it may be because of your involvement. No matter what you are doing at that time, you must save her from dire straits."
"You owe her this, you must pay it back!"
"Go on, it's late, I want to rest."
Zhang Ling stroked the ancient book and issued an expulsion order to Jiang Jiahao.
Jiang Jiahao looked at Zhang Ling's expression that didn't look like a joke, and nodded solemnly: "If Xiaojing is in danger in the future, as long as I am still alive, I will rescue her!"
Zhang Ling didn't say anything and just waved to the wooden door. Jiang Jiahao was shocked to find that the wooden door opened by itself?
"Isn't this a bit mysterious?"
Jiang Jiahao stood at the door, looking at Zhang Ling reading ancient books in the room. The door closed by itself, and his body trembled for no reason.
In my previous life, I slept in piles of dead bodies and mass graves, which was not as bizarre as the strange thing I encountered today.
Before it got dark, Jiang Jiahao visited all the shrines in the courtyard, lit incense on the statues of gods he knew and didn't know, and prayed for peace.
Although this method may not be of much use, Jiang Jiahao just wants to have peace of mind.
When he returned to the wing, he saw that Ah Jing was still practicing drawing spells, so he went back to the car to get some pastries and gave them to Ah Jing as a supper, in exchange for Ah Jing's favor.
