Chapter 32: The Realm of Fu Dao
Headquarters of the Exorcist Department, Star Observation Deck.
At the same time, Luo Chuan, the head of the Exorcism Department, also looked at Gu Xu’s figure in the bronze mirror and commented lightly: "He is really calm."
As a great leader As the top powerhouse of the Qi Dynasty, Luo Chuan could easily see that the reason why Gu Xu's true energy was pure and condensed was because he had been suppressing his realm and polishing it repeatedly.
In his opinion, although Gu Xu has talents far beyond ordinary people, he can resist the temptation of breaking the situation and seriously lay down his foundation, which is very worthy of praise.
Most of today's young people are ambitious and eager for success.
There are few people like Gu Xu who can take one step at a time, being practical and steady.
Next to her, Shangguan Jin nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "That's what the Chief Executive said."
At the same time, she habitually secretly speculated: The Chief Executive said this. So...are you trying to use that young man named Gu Xu to beat me? Hmm... My current cultivation speed is indeed a bit fast. How about taking it slow first?
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Fantasy in a pot, Taoyuan Town.
The bustling restaurant is now empty.
The clerks and diners have turned into black ashes on the ground.
Gu Xu and Ma Qin were the only two people left in the whole room.
Ma Qin felt a little overwhelmed by the sudden silence.
"Brother Gu Xian, tell me... what should we do next?" He looked at Gu Xu beside him and asked.
"Of course, continue killing ghosts," Gu Xu replied casually while pacing around the empty restaurant, "We have just solved a room full of evil ghosts. There are hundreds more around. There are thousands of evil spirits in this room that we need to deal with."
While speaking, Gu Xu also lowered his head and glanced at the various kitchen utensils scattered on the ground.
"Brother Ma, I remember you said you were a swordsman?" After a moment of silence, Gu Xu asked again.
"Yes," Ma Qin nodded and replied, "I don't have a knife in my hand now, so I can only use 50% of my usual strength."
This is a lie.
Ma Qin can actually exert 70% of his usual combat effectiveness without a knife.
But he is a face-saving person.
A dignified second-level monk was hit by a ghost with a rotten egg, and turned into such a miserable state - it is really embarrassing to tell such a thing!
However, as long as you slightly exaggerate the importance of weapons to yourself in your words——
That's not my skill level, but the lack of weapons limits my performance!
Hearing this, Gu Xu smiled and did not question it.
He squatted down and began to pick through a pile of kitchen utensils on the ground. At the same time, he said to Ma Qin: "Brother Ma, what kind of knife do you usually use? Kitchen knife? Fruit knife? Picking knife. Bone knife? Or I can go to the kitchen and help you find a pig-butchering knife like the shop owner’s?”
Ma Qin was silent for two seconds and replied somewhat speechlessly: “…I usually use the wild goose-wing knife. . ”
The Wild Goose Wing Knife is a special type of sword for foot combat - the back of the knife is thick, the head is wide, and the knife is heavy; there are small holes on the back of the knife, and a copper ring is pierced in the hole; when it is swung, the ring strikes the back of the knife. , the sound is like the cry of wild geese.
Ma Qin felt that comparing his precious Wild Goose Wing Knife with miscellaneous knives such as kitchen knives and fruit knives was simply an insult to it.
"But, Brother Ma, there is no Wild Goose Wing Sword here! How about we make do with it?" Gu Xu spread his hands, showing an innocent expression, "As a weak and helpless first-level monk , I have very little real energy left, and I will have to rely on Brother Ma to deal with those ghosts later!"
Ma Qin snorted coldly.
Although it is a matter of course for any first-level monk to exhaust his true energy and lose his fighting ability after killing a room of ghosts.
But Ma Qin always felt in the dark that Gu Xu still had many trump cards hidden in him, and maybe he would be given another huge surprise after a while.
"...Then I'll use this broken kitchen knife to make ends meet!" Ma Qin bent down and reluctantly picked up the kitchen knife used by the ghosts just now.
"Brother Ma, wait!" At this moment, Gu Xu suddenly stopped him, "Tell me what your wild goose-wing knife looks like."
Ma Qin was a little confused, wondering why Gu Xu suddenly mentioned this.
But he still raised his chin and described his beloved saber in detail with a proud tone. Gu Xu listened carefully and kept his words firmly in his mind.
Then he picked up a broken plate, dipped a chopstick into the sauce spilled on the floor, and then started to draw talisman on the plate!
Ma Qin couldn't understand the complicated runes he drew.
But he noticed Gu Xu's skillful brushwork and his casual and confident expression.
It doesn’t look like a symbol.
It is more like creating a freehand landscape painting.
"Okay." After a moment, Gu Xu handed the broken plate into Ma Qin's hand.
Ma Qin took the plate.
His expression was a little suspicious at first, but it soon turned into shock.
Because the moment he touched the plate, the plate turned into a three-foot-long knife, glowing with metallic luster under the sun——
It was actually the same as The wild goose wing knife he treasured was exactly the same!
He held the handle of the knife and waved it gently, only to hear the copper ring hitting the back of the knife, making a crisp and familiar sound.
The only difference is that this short knife is very light, as light as a porcelain plate.
This made Ma Qin feel a little uncomfortable.
But it’s better than having no weapons.
After all, he has practiced swordsmanship for ten years. As long as he has a knife in his hand, he will feel more confident.
At this time, Ma Qin also understood that Gu Xu was deliberately teasing him when he mentioned "cheap knife", "pig-butcher knife", etc. just now.
But he couldn't be angry anymore.
Because the young man in front of him has attained a level of talisman that requires him to look up.
Ma Qin once read in a book that there are three realms in practicing Talismans - tools, techniques, and Tao.
“What is physical is called a tool.”
Beginners who use talismans must use cinnabar as ink, strictly follow the steps of burning incense, inviting gods, purifying the heart, and praying, and draw specific talismans on yellow paper accurately and accurately.
If something goes wrong later, the symbol will not take effect.
This is the realm of "vessel".
User, tool.
Once you understand the essence of Fu Dao, you can put aside the shackles of yellow paper and red ink and no longer stick to the form.
At this time, the talisman can be a painting with splashes of ink on the screen, a poem written with emotion on the wall, or a line of words on rice paper with the words "luan flying and phoenix flying".
This is the realm of "skill".
Skills, techniques.
If you become a "talisman master" like the Grand Master of Qi, you can even get rid of pen and ink completely, and all things in the world can become talismans.
This is the realm of "Tao" where "the Tao is invisible".
Gu Xu had been practicing Talismanism for less than three months and had already touched the threshold of "skill".
Such talent is truly extraordinary.
I am afraid that more than 90% of the talisman masters in Daqi will never be able to catch up.
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(End of this chapter)