Power Instructor

Of course, there is no street like Huihun Street on the ground of Lingnan. In the end, the taxi driver sent Ling Chi to a street called Huinan Street. When Ling Chi stood at the entrance of the street, he understood why the taxi driver would Said this is called Huihunjie.

At this time, two rows of dim lights lit up on both sides of Huinan Street, which seemed quiet and mysterious. The shops on both sides of the street were all covered with candle paper, which seemed a little scary. More importantly, the streets were walking back and forth. There are few people, which makes Huinan Street look terrifying, so pedestrians will naturally take a detour.

Ling Chi walked into Huinan Street and even looked at the people around him with strange eyes.

As he walked all the way, Ling Chi was hesitating about which store he should go to buy. Originally, he was not a person with difficulty in choosing, but now he hesitated. Until he reached the end of the street, the house looked very old, named "Yin Yang Pavilion". The shop attracted him. It was different from other shops. The door of this shop was not filled with all kinds of paper piercing people. It only sold some very common sandalwood and candles. Although the shop is a bit older, it at least makes people watch It wasn't that scary, so Ling Chi walked in.

"What do you want to buy?"

Walking into the shop, a lazy voice came. Sitting in the counter was a young man who was about 20 years old. This surprised Ling Chi, because usually the night watchers in such shops should be Elderly people, old people have gone through the storms all their lives, and they have no spirits or spirits in their hearts. Young people are not afraid to watch the night in such a shop?

Moreover, the young man didn't even glance at Ling Chi, he was swiping with his mobile phone.

"I want to buy a writing brush, yellow paper, cinnabar..." Ling Chi listed more than a dozen things in one breath. When the young man heard Ling Chi's words, he raised his head and looked at Ling Chi.

Obviously, the young man didn't expect that people like Ling Chi would come in to buy things, and he didn't expect that Ling Chi would buy such items.

After looking at Ling Chi for a few times, the young man grinned at Ling Chi and said, "Brother, are you buying yellow paper cinnabar to draw talisman? Did you encounter something unclean at home? Would you like to ask the master to help you? Exorcism?"

"amount!"

Ling Chi was taken aback for a moment, and then said in a huff: "You who sell ingot candles are still working part-time as a magic stick?"

"God stick?"

The young man was upset when he heard what Ling Chi said. He stood up, turned around and rummaged in the cabinet behind him. After a while, the young man took out a dusty pennant and spread it out in front of Ling Chi. I proudly said: "I see, the four words'master of catching ghosts' were given to my grandfather by the guests of our Yin Yang Pavilion, because my grandfather expelled evil spirits from their family. In fact, not only my grandfather, but also my grandfather. My grandfather’s grandfather specializes in this. We are all descendants of Maoshan Ghostbusters, and I, the 18th generation descendant of the Mao family, my name is Mao Shiba."

Ling Chi was stunned, and then asked, "Why do you sound like memorizing lines? Do you... do you often read online novels? Watching less, your head is a little unconscious."

"What? Do you mean to doubt my ability?" Mao Shiba asked with staring eyes.

Ling Chi curled his lips and said, "Okay, I don't doubt that you are in the head office, right? You quickly get me something, I'm anxious to go back." With that, Ling Chi handed his shopping list to Mao Shiba.

Mao Shiba looked at the list, then patted his thigh, and said, "Let me just say, you must have encountered something unclean in your house. These are things that our Taoists often use!"

"Just say if there are any of these things, and you can leave without me." Ling Chi didn't want to continue to entangle Mao Shiba this way.

"Yes."

Mao Shiba hurriedly responded, and said: "My store hasn't opened for half a month. I almost starved to death. Wait a minute and I will find everything you want."

"That's right." Ling Chi said with a smile: "You still do business seriously, don't patronize reading novels, otherwise you are really starving to death, and you will die of Maoshan."

Mao Shiba's movements were very fast, and it didn't take long for Ling Chi to pick up the things, a big bag.

After Ling Chi paid the bill and was about to leave, Mao Shiba hurriedly took his hand and said, "Buddy, tell me the truth, haven't you encountered any unclean things in your house?"

"No!"

Ling Chi replied categorically, and then said: "Moreover, even if you really encounter something unclean, you can't help. First, you are not a cleaner. Second, I really think you are a magic stick."

"puff!"

Mao Shiba was very injured. He stared at Ling Chi and said, "Dude, don't you believe that I have the real ability? It seems that I have to show you my hand. Come, look at my money sword... , Don't go, what I said is true, I am really a descendant of Maoshan, and I am really a master of ghost catching."

"..."

Ling Chi wasn't in the mood to listen to Mao Shiba's continued nonsense, and immediately left the Yin Yang Pavilion, returned home and hid in the yard to make talisman.

Because it is detailed in the "Dragon Talisman", this talisman is just like Taoist alchemy. If it fails, it is dangerous. For example, if a wildfire talisman is made, it fails because the wildfire burns and the room is If you ruin it, it's over.

Therefore, Ling Chi could only choose to practice in the yard.

And this is just to refine some of the yellow-level talisman. If you refine the ground-level or even the sky-level talisman, it’s not safe at home. If you want to come, you should open up another place for refining talisman and cultivation. Up.

Take out the "Dragon Talisman", open the page of the fusion talisman, and then refine it step by step according to the refining method of the fusion talisman. Anyway, every detail, even the drawing of the yellow talisman, dare not have the slightest intention, a fusion talisman He drew twenty or thirty pictures in a row, and he drew until he was satisfied, and then he drew it smoothly.

"Everything, everything, into my blood, hey!"

Ling Chi muttered according to the spell in the book, and then injected breath on the yellow talisman. In an instant, the words written in cinnabar on the yellow talisman flashed a red light, but Ling Chi could see clearly.

This... is this done?

Ling Chi was very surprised. The great Edison invented the light bulb. He didn't know how many times he had failed. He didn't know anything about Fu Zhuan, so he was actually prepared to fail at the beginning.

But now, I succeeded for the first time like this?

Ling Chi was even thinking in his heart, is it... is he a genius in talisman refining?

"Huh~~"

Just when Ling Chi was thinking about it triumphantly, an accident happened, and that little yellow talisman was burnt up and turned into ashes in an instant.

"..."

Ling Chi froze in place, unable to speak for a long time. It seems that geniuses are also going through all kinds of hardships!