Chapter 5 There is no point in burning incense if you have evil intentions, but why don’t you worship me if you are upright?
In the past few days in Shiyuan County, Lucheng and this ancient county are basically in a state of separation from each other. .
The predecessor's Qiankun Bag contained enough Bigu Pills. With Lu Cheng's current physical condition, eating normal food would also increase the burden on the internal organs and affect the circulation of Qi meridians, but the benefits would not be as large as the consumption.
So for the past few days, Lu Cheng had been living in seclusion in a ruined temple, practicing Qigong, regulating Qi, and Taoist swordsmanship, until he walked out today.
The ruined temple is located on a relatively remote hillside and at a relatively high place, so it occupies a relatively large area and the air is very good.
But when I actually walked onto the streets of this ancient county town, it had just rained, and there was some mud and a faint stench filling the air.
Pedestrians on the road looked at Lu Cheng in fear. Most of them, men and women, were dressed in patchwork and had dark skin. When they saw Lu Cheng’s fair and delicate skin and the clothes he was wearing, they would subconsciously stay away.
I walked into a nearby courtyard and saw an old woman bending down to feed the chickens.
Although the number is not large, the conditions for this family to feed chickens are undoubtedly relatively good.
"Old lady, I will help you feed the chickens. Can you tell me about that temple?"
The old woman was a bit deaf or didn't speak Mandarin well. Lu Cheng's question was repeated several times before she could understand it clearly.
"No, no, if you want to hear it, I will tell you. There, there is the temple of Wang Yue and Wang Lingguan..."
"Speaking of this Mr. Wang , He is really a good man.”
Next, in the old man’s memories, Lu Cheng learned about the life story of a good official.
This Mr. Wang Yuewang is said to have been a famous Confucian from the Central Plains of the Tang Dynasty. In order to practice his teachings, he came to Nanjiang Prefecture, built water conservancy, and promoted Mandarin and advanced farming technology in the north. Establish education, build schoolhouses, strictly prohibit the rich from lynching slaves, start from the county magistrate, and influence the surrounding areas, so that the customs of the entire southern Xinjiang Prefecture will be cleared.
Truly serve as an official for one term and benefit one party.
"Mr. Wang is really a good official, but it is a pity that our place is too bitter, with many snakes and insects, and poisonous miasma. Mr. Wang fell ill and died. After his death, those policies were gradually abandoned. We I missed him, so you and I pooled together some money to build a temple for him, but he later left. Even though they were rescued in time, they were still badly burned. After a few decades, all of us old people gradually died, and fewer and fewer people went there.”
“Mr. Wang, He is a good official.”
This was the sentence Lu Cheng heard most from the old woman.
After getting what he wanted to know, Lu Cheng walked around the county again, visiting several elderly people one after another, and then returned to Wang Lingguan Temple and looked at the stone statue in the temple again.
"...It's a pity that I couldn't have a drink and talk with you when I first met."
What I saw and heard that day flashed in my mind, the emotions of Li Meng and Li Jian, the old woman who fed the chickens.
Put the whole person into a certain state.
In front of the statue of the god, Lu Cheng slowly sat down cross-legged, frowning slightly as he kept catching the flash of inspiration in his mind:
The mana that he forcibly suppressed in his body can be easily Practice spells that can be used for self-protection; Wang Yue Wang Lingguan, the numerous bones on the python mountain.
After thinking about it for a long time, Lu Cheng suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, the sky around him was already dark, but he already had the answer in his heart.
“Thanks to that guy who is afraid of the easy and avoids the hard. He likes to use the opportunity to exert force. He has dabbled in these casual cultivators. It can be seen that reading more books is really useful.”
Tips Walking outside the temple with a long sword, Lu Cheng drew his sword and swung it, flattening the stone pillars on both sides of the temple entrance. Then he injected mana into the sword's edge and tried his best to write two rows of words fairly and fairly.
On the left: Burning incense will do no good if you have evil intentions
On the right: It doesn’t matter if you don’t worship me if you keep your body upright
Looking at what Mr. Wang Yue did during his lifetime, he can bear these two famous sentences.
Seeing that although it was dark outside, there was still some time, Lu Cheng left the temple again and went to the house he had visited during the day.
At this time, the smoke was already rising, and the family was having dinner. Lu Cheng's sudden arrival frightened the whole family into getting up.
"Excuse me, do you have rice at home?"
"...Uh, this Taoist priest"
The woman in that family looked at the Taoist in front of her with some fear, and then subconsciously looked at her man.
Although there is some rice at home, my family is usually reluctant to eat it.
The old man and the two children at the dinner table were all eating mush. Only the man doing farm work ate dry food.
Those white rice are meant to be eaten during the holidays.
"Pindao is not asking for alms, but buying rice. In addition, please kill another rooster for me."
As he spoke, a piece of broken silver appeared between the five fingers of Lu Cheng's right hand and handed it to the woman. The predecessor, Lu Cheng, was addicted to enjoying the wealth and wealth in the world. The gold, silver, pearls and jade in his Qiankun Bag occupied most of the space.
Seeing the broken piece of silver, the eyes of the woman and the men in her family were a little bright. They looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"Taoist Master, I am hungry. Sit down quickly and we will steam rice and make chicken for you."
"It must be a rooster. Forget it, you can kill it in front of me." Also, if there are any clean clay pots, go to the neighbor’s house and buy them. As for the chicken, let’s share it with the two children.”
Seeing the two children, a boy and a girl, who were hiding behind their mother, both of them were a little scared, Lu Cheng smiled at them.
That night, Lu Cheng bought steamed white rice, rooster blood, washed black clay pots and other items from that family, and took a night trip to Mang Mountain.
Mangshan is where Li Meng committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.
In Shiyuan County, elderly people over fifty years old will be carried to Mang Mountain by their eldest son, and then left to fend for themselves.
The old people Lu Cheng visited during the day actually only looked older after years of hard work. In fact, they were not yet fifty years old. Otherwise, they would have been sent to Mangshan by their relatives. Otherwise, poor families simply cannot afford it.
The family that Lu Cheng found had rice and chickens at home. It was already a high-class family in Shiyuan County. No matter how poor the place was, there would still be differences between rich and poor.
Although the difference is not too big, that's it.
Late night in Mangshan, it is a moonless night with few stars.
There was a cold wind blowing among the rocks, and the treetops in the forest made strange noises. They were not ghosts, but seemed like ghosts.
This is originally a place where death energy accumulates, and the things in the darkness are blurry and shadowy, which can only add more ethereal fear to people.
When Lu Cheng went to Mang Mountain, he first found a shelter from the wind, and then carved a small formation on the land according to his memory. After carving it, he checked it several times to make sure it was correct before he felt relieved.
Then Lu Cheng held a black clay pot filled with white rice and placed it at the intersection. He stuck three chopsticks on the rice, hid back in the formation, and began to recite the protective spell with his legs crossed. .
Those white rice is mixed with a small amount of rooster blood. The rooster blood contains a certain amount of yang energy and has a certain effect of destroying evil spirits. However, if the amount is too small, the effect will be reversed (people with strong qi and blood will have evil spirits). Not close, people with weak Qi and blood will be attracted instead), especially if mixed into a container filled with cooked white rice and placed on the mountain road late at night, it will have a certain effect of attracting souls.
This knowledge may not even be known to Chi Shenzi, because it is of little use to Xuanmen authentic monks.
But his collection of books is large enough, and most of them are not prohibited from being read by his disciples. Lu Cheng has read relevant classics and even studied them.
Time passed little by little, one hour, two hours. Lu Cheng hid in the dark, reciting mantras and practicing to purify his own mana, so he was not in a hurry.
Gradually, he felt that the surrounding environment was getting colder and colder. When he sensed it, he used his magic power and opened his eyes. He could see a lot of smoky mist appearing around him at some point, surrounding the black pottery. Circle around the jar and enjoy the nourishing yang energy.
This is the remnant soul accumulated on Mangshan Mountain for many years, accumulated year after year. It would be impossible if there was no such thing at all.
Under the hidden protection of the magic circle, Lu Cheng waited until the sky was almost bright and the Yang Qi began to rise before he suddenly took action.
The young Taoist sitting cross-legged in the array raised his fingers, and the three bamboo chopsticks jumped up naturally and fell to the ground. The next moment, four pieces mixed with rooster blood flew up from under the black pottery pot and the yellow cloth brocade. Paper symbols drawn with cinnabar are attached to the black pottery pot from four directions.
The mist-like souls in the clay pot were sealed inside and wanted to rush out, but they couldn't for a while because of the net-like Yang Qi blockade.
The difference between the collapsed Yang Qi and the Yang Qi bound into a web by talismans is like the difference between a defeated army and a military formation.
Lu Cheng caught up in a few steps, sealed the mouth of the jar with the piece of yellow cloth and brocade, and then attached a few Yang talismans to strengthen the seal.
Tonight, the whole process looks mysterious, but it is actually some extremely low-level small spells. Not to mention Lu Cheng, even in the early stages of Qi training, even Taoist priests with some real skills can complete it. It's just that the former uses his own magic power to cast spells, and the latter uses his own Yang Qi and longevity to cast spells.
Whether it is spells or talismans, they do not enter the realm of immortality. They are more about taking advantage of the situation and adapting to local conditions.
Under Lu Cheng's eyes, he could faintly see a ball of faint blue mist rolling inside the black clay pot in his hand, and there were several faces that were half skeletons and half human faces.
Normally speaking, these weak ghosts are of no use. If you put them in an ordinary family, the family may be fine after a while, but these ghosts will disappear.
Unless the family's luck and blood are very weak and they take advantage of them.
“The art of controlling ghosts has been passed down for a long time. A strong person can make thousands of ghosts worship the clan, become a ghost emperor, and associate with gods and demons. A weak person can only become a witch and a godman. Not only is the practice useless, On the contrary, it is harmful and can easily cause Yin Qi to invade the body, leading to confusion and extreme madness."
The description in the classics flashed in his mind, and then Lu Cheng returned to Wang Lingguan Temple holding the black pottery pot in one hand.
From this day on, he began to travel between Mangshan Mountain and the temple every day. As his experience increased, his efficiency began to improve, but more and more black clay pots were accumulated in Wang Lingguan's temple.
(End of this chapter)