In just one cup of tea, an explosion was heard, and the paper house was completely reduced to pieces that filled the sky.
The paper man, who was still smiling, was suddenly stunned. The nipple sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he looked at Qin Bai in confusion.
(t^t)
The paper fox fell limply to the ground, but the paper spider didn't realize anything and was still swinging in the air with its webbing.
"Mistake, mistake..."
Qin Baishan smiled and stared at himself with resentful eyes. He quickly made amends and rummaged through the points mall, but did not find any good materials.
After thinking about it, he simply selected a piece of the toughest-looking aquatic plant leaf in the aquarium, cut out the outline, and carved the talisman array on it.
This time Qin Bai was full of zhenqi, and he specially carved ten lunar formations on the paper house before stopping. Immediately, the rich yin energy emanated from it, and then converged.
He ingested several bloody paper men, and under the nourishment of the paper house, the blood paper men that had reached their upper limit began to undergo subtle changes.
Unfortunately, the materials are limited, and the Taiyin Formation depicted on the paper house has reached its limit, but it is more than enough considering the paper figures and their cultivation.
The new paper house looked more exquisite, which immediately attracted the attention of the three little guys.
Qin Bai opened the door of the paper house and let them play. He took out his sword bag and continued to carve the talisman array.
With the previous failure experience, the drawing of the sword bag was relatively smooth. Qin Bai simply drew twelve lunar formations, reaching the limit of the sword bag's capacity.
Theoretically speaking, there is still one side of the sword bag that can be carved, but that is reserved for the formation of the flying sword, just waiting to be fooled by Yan Chixia next time.
After everything was ready, Qin Bai felt that his hands were already warm, so he took out the Taoist robe.
The first step is to create a magic circle that can be freely sized and large, so as not to damage your clothes when you use your wrought iron magical power.
This magic circle does not need to be exchanged for additional magic weapons. It is already on Qin Bai's iron pot. He also practiced it in his spare time and carved it smoothly.
The next step was more complicated. He started looking for it in the points mall.
Finally, a magic circle was found on a kitchen knife that could repair minor damage over time, and a magic circle that increased defense and toughness was found on a pressure cooker.
By the time the Taoist robe was completed, five or six days had passed, and Qin Bai's head had a dull pain from concentrating for a long time.
However, the Taoist robe was obviously too eye-catching, so Qin Bai had to put it away first. After all, this sign-in task was still focused on keeping a low profile.
Although there were some ups and downs, the retreat ended successfully.
Having achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, he was almost ready to make preparations. Seeing that there were only six days left for the sign-in mission, it was almost time to set off.
Qin Bai first went back to Gusu City and handed all the Buddhist scriptures back to Wei Lianzhang. He took the time to make a copy of the Buddhist scriptures inside. As for what the other party did with them, it had nothing to do with him.
Zuo Qianhu has left with his soldiers, and Wang Sheng's border patrol has also joined them. Zhiqiu Yiye continues to go south.
When passing by Hanshan Mountain, Qin Bai looked at it from a distance and saw that the ruins on the top of the mountain had been completely pushed down, and there was no plan to rebuild.
Most of the original monks in Hanshan Temple had returned to secular life, leaving less than ten people. They were led by Xiaoran and built another temple on a barren mountain not far away.
The new temple is not large in scale. Even the daily food must be grown by oneself, and no one passes through the barren mountains, let alone incense.
The name Hanshan Temple has also been abandoned, and the plaque clearly reads "Hanshan Temple".
Xiaoran and the novice monks made the Buddha statue out of clay, with extremely pious expressions. Although the new Buddha statue did not have gold foil added to it, it looked far more Zen-like than before.
The wind on the steep river freezes the clouds, and the brown curtains are not warm enough to remove the gray.
A carriage drove out of Gusu City. It didn't have many decorations on it, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that it was made of fine hardwood.
The carriage was pulled by a huge wild boar. Although it attracted attention, there were no passers-by on the official road, so it was okay.
The old ape was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, with all his hair covered. He was sitting in the coachman's seat, reclining and sleeping soundly.
The donkey followed the carriage, humming a Gusu tune leisurely. It was originally the one pulling the carriage, but after getting the wild boar, it no longer had to do it by itself.
The panda sat awkwardly in the car with Qin Bai. It was dressed like a guard and had a motorcycle helmet on its head.
This helmet was repaired by Qin Bai when he was in seclusion. Because the panda's head was too big to be covered even by a bamboo hat, he simply put the helmet on it.
The wild boar is extremely strong in both strength and patience. Even with Qin Bai and Panda in the car, it seems to be able to do it with ease, and its speed is not slow.
As he approached Hangzhou, Qin Bai's memories that had been dusty for a long time gradually came back to him.
Unlike the rapidly changing modern cities, changes were not fast in ancient times. There was not much difference between the farms built near the water, except that they looked older.
A group of peasant women were washing clothes by the creek. Their faces were all red because of the cold weather.
When Qin Bai's weird carriage passed by, it immediately attracted their attention.
The peasant women only dared to watch from a distance, and at the same time they talked a lot, guessing who was in the carriage.
Qin Bai poked his head out. He vaguely remembered that he came to this farm to sell firewood twenty years ago. At that time, he was just a naughty boy in his early ten years.
The village where he originally lived was in a more remote place.
The carriage stopped, and Qin Bai got out and walked towards the stream. Seeing this, the peasant women each picked up their clothes and were ready to retreat at any time.
However, Qin Bai stopped more than ten meters away from them, and then shouted and asked.
"Dear fellow villagers, how is Qingmei Village?"
The peasant women looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, one of them replied: "Is this strong man looking for a relative?"
"right."
"Qingmei Village has been abandoned for many years, and the people inside have moved away. It is said that there were unclean things more than ten years ago. You can go to Hangzhou to look for it."
After the peasant women finished speaking, they turned around and left. It was Qin Bai's tall figure that frightened them.
Qin Bai frowned and returned to the carriage. He didn't have any deep feelings, just a little bit sad.
It seems that due to the signing mission, even if he retreated in time, the demon still appeared. Fortunately, the people in the village were not seriously affected.
The carriage continued towards Hangzhou, the sun was setting low, and it was already evening before we knew it.
Qin Bai sat cross-legged inside. When his nose smelled the smell of fireworks, he immediately opened the curtain.
Gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the air, and amid the familiar noise, Hangzhou was approaching.
Only then did Qin Bai realize that tonight was New Year's Eve, with sky lanterns like stars rising and firecrackers sounding incessantly.
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