Suyang City, magistrate's office.
Under the plaque hanging high in the mirror, Magistrate Fang had a broken arm, and Liu Chenghuang's soul was dim.
The two people who used to dislike each other have now become inseparable brothers.
Magistrate Fang held the magic formula and threw out a handful of crystal clear yuan beads. The yuan beads hit the plaque hanging high in the mirror. The seemingly wooden plaque suddenly rippled like water waves, and the handful of yuan beads followed the ripples and sank into the plaque.
This is naturally not an ordinary plaque, but a humane magic weapon that has the aura of a mountain and river mirror.
During the Great Zhou Dynasty, every "hanging mirror" hung in government offices had this function and was mainly used to convey messages.
It's just that because Suyang is just a small town, this "mirror hanging high" in Suyang County Government can be regarded as a super castrated version.
Not only that the message can only be delivered once every ten days, but also a sufficient amount of Yuan Beads must be swallowed each time.
Fang Jingtai no longer cared about the image. He took a breath with a pale face and waited for a long while before he shivering and took in a message from the plaque hanging high on the mirror.
The message was projected onto a blank piece of talisman paper in his hand. Fang Jingtai finished reading it and handed it to Liu Chenghuang to read.
"The county demon slayer, Duan Xinghun!"
Liu Chenghuang's voice was slightly heavier, and he seemed to be slightly happy, and he seemed to be feeling emotional: "This man, it is said that he broke through to become a god at the beginning of the year. He is ranked thirty-seventh on the list of all-spirited geniuses, with the name of the human race!"
Fang Jingtai also breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The dragon girl is missing, and it is difficult to tell whether she is alive or dead. The vitality of Suyang City's earth veins has leaked seriously, and the strange aura at the bottom of the Bibo Lake is still there. There is nothing I can do, and this person has to come."
Just as he finished saying this, a government official came outside to report that most of the people who had left the city still insisted on leaving the city, and only a small number of people who were really reluctant to part with their family property were willing to come back.
Fang Jingtai was silent for a moment, looking at Liu Chenghuang.
Liu Chenghuang waved his hand, and Fang Jingtai said "ha" and glared at him.
Then he turned back to the government officials and said: "Send someone to persuade and tell the people that the crisis in the city has been resolved. The outdoors is not safe. Please don't blindly walk at night. Even if you want to leave, it's best to wait. Tomorrow, pack your bags and travel far during the day.”
The yamen servant received the order but did not leave. There was only a look of hesitation and embarrassment on his face.
Fang Jingtai frowned and said, "What?"
The yamen servant hurriedly said: "Sir, several alchemists from the Demon Refining Platform have also said they want to leave the city. The younger ones don't dare to dissuade them. Look at this..."
Square mirror stand:......
Damn it! The Qipin County Magistrate will do whoever he likes, but he won’t do it anymore!
Of course, "I quit" is just an angry word. As a parent official, with this official seal in hand, he can't get away with the things that belong to him.
Unlike Song Ciwan, a little handyman who was nothing, so naturally he had nothing to worry about.
Especially after Aunt Zhou's matter came to an end, Song Ciwan suddenly felt an extreme sense of relaxation in her soul.
The true energy in the body is lively and harmonious, as if it has received a different kind of training.
When you are alive and have experienced suffering, you especially know the value of peace and tranquility in your life; only when you understand daily necessities, you understand that poetry and distant places can really cleanse your soul.
Why cultivate immortality?
This kind of cultivation is clearly a kind of confidence to be independent of the world!
Various scriptures and profound meanings of the Zuowang Heart Sutra flowed through Song Ciwan's heart, and the Dongzhao Technique panel unfolded.
Song Ciwan:
Age: 15 (63 years of life)
Main skill: Sitting and Forgetting the Heart Sutra (first level proficiency 1968/10000)
Cultivation realm: Refining Qi (late stage of Qi transformation 9999/10000)
She hadn't practiced yet, but on the way home, her experience of sitting and forgetting the Heart Sutra naturally increased, from the original proficiency level of 359 points to 1968 points!
No wonder people often say that once you have a sudden enlightenment, you will become an immortal instantly.
The ninety-nine steps on the road to spiritual practice depend on practice, but the crucial step is still enlightenment.
As for the realm of cultivation, the increase this time is not much, from 9566 to 9999.
There was no breakthrough at this point in the later period, partly because Song Ciwan was on the way to escape, and partly because the spiritual energy in Suyang City was really thin.
Song Ciwan's true energy was flowing, and she felt that it was much more difficult to absorb spiritual energy from the outside world than before. She understood something in her heart: During the great changes in Bibo Lake, the Dragon Girl opened the earth veins, and Demon-Slaying General Tian Junhong took the opportunity to steal a large amount of earth vein energy.
So much so that the earth veins of Suyang City have been damaged from the foundation, and the thinning of the spiritual energy may be just the beginning.
I wonder if it can be repaired in the future?
With such a breeze blowing, Song Ciwan walked through the streets and alleys, and soon returned to Jishanfang.
Jishanfang, which used to be bustling and bustling in the past, now feels particularly deserted. Some people's house beams have collapsed, and some people's house doors have collapsed. Many scattered objects have fallen on the street, and even pots and pans have fallen. Fall to the ground.
I don’t know whose family dropped it. I think I had to flee because I couldn’t carry so many things.
This is the impermanence of life. No one knows what we will face tomorrow, or even what we will face in the next moment.
Song Ciwan walked through two more streets and finally stopped in front of his courtyard.
The courtyard door was still in good condition, not collapsed, and considered solid. The courtyard was quiet, with no movement seen.
Song Ciwan took a gentle breath, unlocked the door, and pushed open the courtyard door.
Just a creaking sound was heard, and the courtyard door suddenly swung back.
Then there was a sudden gust of wind behind the door, and then a high-pitched goose call: "Ang! Aung, ang, ang -"
The snow-white wings flapped and the proud goose neck raised. The big white goose was so excited that even its cry changed, from the usual "quack" to "arrogant".
Song Ciwan originally thought that she should be calm and indifferent, but the enthusiasm of the big white goose directly made her lose her power.
"Babai..." she said.
Before she finished her sentence, the fat goose flew up and rushed into her arms.
Song Ciwan quickly hugged the goose and flapped her big white wings wildly. The goose's head with the red crown kept pushing into her arms, and the goose's face was rubbed against hers. Song Ciwan couldn't bear it anymore, and she was so clear and crisp. He laughed out loud.
She laughed: "Dabai, haha! You...the hair on your back hasn't grown all yet. Can you please stop twisting like this...Hahaha!"
The big white goose fought with cockroaches last time and lost a lot of its feathers. It is still full of bumps and has not fully recovered.
It didn't care at all when Song Ciwan didn't say anything. But when Song Ciwan said this, it was a big deal. The big white goose immediately stretched out its wings, raised its neck, and pointed its long beak toward the bald spot on its back. Peck away.
This aura is truly extraordinary!
Song Ciwan quickly grabbed its flat beak and took out a basket of soybean meal from the scale. The big white goose's eyes straightened and its beak stopped pecking randomly.
"Gah!" It fluttered its wings and jumped off Song Ciwan, quickly running towards its beloved food.
When Song Ciwan saw it eating happily, he walked aside and started cleaning up the yard.
The courtyard door of her house did not collapse, but the kitchen collapsed, and the original rack for drying clothes in the courtyard also collapsed.
There are also some bits and pieces that I won’t describe in detail.
Song Ciwan was tidying up here, and the big white goose was eating and drinking well over there. Song Ciwan didn't want to cook today, so he took some food that had been saved from the scale of heaven and earth and ate it.
It was the broken rice porridge she used to sell in exchange for egg fried rice.
The broken rice porridge was not enough, and Song Ciwan had not yet eaten grains, so she took another Qi Qi pill.
After resting, Song Ciwan played with the big white goose for a while. At night, she returned to her room to meditate.
Regulate the breath and invigorate the energy, precipitate the harvest.
This continued until midnight. As soon as midnight passed, Song Ciwan immediately opened his eyes, summoned the scales of heaven and earth, and began the long-awaited sale of a new day!
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