crossing yin and yang

Early the next morning, the cinnabar and talisman paper were sent to the hospital. They were bought by Heipi from a reliable store, and they were specially used for drawing talismans.However, when the thing was brought in front of Zhang Xiuqi, he shook his head slightly, not intending to use it.

"Why, aren't these suitable?" Wei Yang frowned. Heipi has always been reliable in his work. Since he said it was top-grade, there must be no fake ones.

"It can't be used." Zhang Xiuqi still shook his head, and added, "I have it at home, in the bag."

"In that travel bag of yours?" Wei Yang immediately remembered the large travel bag that Zhang Xiuqi carried with him, "I'll call Mu Mu and ask him to bring the things. But what's wrong with these cinnabar? Is the raw material quality bad? "

Cinnabar also has the difference between flying water and industrial synthetic products. The cinnabar used in their store before was purchased from Taobao. The color is bright red and powdery, the texture is fine, and the visual effect is excellent.As for the ones brought by Heipi, they are serious Feishui cinnabar, slightly lavender in color, which can be used for medicine, and it is also the most commonly used pure cinnabar for talismans.This kind of top-grade goods can't be used. Could it be that there is a misunderstanding somewhere?

"No." Zhang Xiuqi thought for a while, picked up a pen and wrote Zhang Fangzi, and handed it over: "With this combination, you can draw other talismans."

The prescription said Leiyin, Cangzhu, Fushen, Jiangzhenxiang, Bletilla striata and other medicinal materials. It also marked the detailed grams and ingredients. It seemed that it should be a commonly used prescription. Wei Yang realized it when he saw the list: " Do you need to adjust the cinnabar for drawing talismans? This is the unique formula of Longhu Mountain? As expected of the ancestor of the three mountain talismans, cinnabar has so many skills, so what did you add to the cinnabar for drawing the soul-fixing talisman?"

"Lightning strikes peach trees, Frost's descent Polygala, dragon and tiger thousand peaks." Zhang Xiuqi answered seriously, "Only by using essence and blood as a lure can it be effective."

Mahogany has always been a good product for avoiding evil spirits, Polygala and Qianbufeng are quite famous traditional Chinese medicines for calming the nerves, but the special requirements of "lightning strike", "frost", and "dragon and tiger" added in front, I am afraid it will not be easy to find. It's no wonder that the little celestial master prepared extra cinnabar for drawing the soul-fixing talisman.

However, when he heard the word essence and blood, Wei Yang suddenly remembered something: "Wait, the essence and blood you mentioned should be the essence and blood of the talisman drawer himself, right? But last time I also used that cinnabar painting to succeed." Pass it, or whoever can paint it?"

As expected, Zhang Xiuqi shook his head again, and now even Wei Yang himself was not sure whether the talisman he drew in Jubaozhai was successful or not?If it was successful, why didn't one of the piles of talismans drawn yesterday work, or was it just a coincidence that Jubaozhai happened?After thinking about it, Wei Yang couldn't help but said: "How about I try to draw some talismans later, if I succeed, I can save you..."

"No." Zhang Xiuqi's voice became serious this time, his brows were tightly frowned, "Painting a talisman is hurtful, you are not suitable, no!"

There was an irrefutable taste in his voice, and there was even a worry mixed between his brows. Seeing the other party's involuntary emotions, Wei Yang felt a gleam of warmth in his heart, and smiled kindly: "Okay, don't draw." , Listen to Brother Qi."

These words were very effective in calming Zhang Xiuqi, who was a little furious. The anxiety disappeared immediately, his brows relaxed, and he regained his former calm.However, looking at the slightly silent figure of the other party, Wei Yang silently wrote down in his heart that no matter what the reason for the successful drawing of the talisman was, he should try again, otherwise if something happens, it will make people regret it .

Just after lunch at noon, Sun Muhua rolled over with a pile of big and small bags, like a refugee, and immediately cried when he saw Wei Yang: "Brother Qi, your turtle won't let me sleep in the house, I bite when I enter the bedroom, and I bite when I enter the study, so that I can only make do on the sofa and fall off three times in one night!"

"You can sleep on the floor. My house is all made of wooden floors. It should be quite comfortable to sleep on." Wei Yang ignored him and took off the travel bag hanging from his back.

Seeing the travel bag, Sun Erhuo's expression of accusation grew stronger, pointing to the bag and complaining: "There is this bag, the tortoise is only four claws on the bag, I just rubbed it with it for a while. I just snatched it up when I was young, so it won’t pretend to be the old man’s turtle food, right? Brother Qi, you really want to reimburse me for mental damage this time, your turtle is even harder to deal with than a watchdog..."

Handed the travel bag to Zhang Xiuqi, Wei Yang changed hands and gave Sun Muhua a slap: "Don't be a good boy for being cheap, you should also contact your old man recently and ask him to hide outside, and wait until this matter subsides." Come back. By the way, what about the other things I asked you to take?"

Although he complained a lot, Sun Otaku really didn't dare to follow the other, and muttered, he took off the other bags hanging on his body: "I have brought them all, and all the things in the safe have been moved, luckily they haven't been stolen. "

On the day the three of them were kidnapped, Jieshui Zhai didn't even lock the door, and thanks to those gentlemen from Liangshang who didn't come to patronize them, otherwise the loss would have been enormous.Wei Yang snorted, and opened the bag directly. The antiques sent by Director Sun before were all in it, and there were some other odds and ends, but he didn't mean to check. The things were handed back to Sun Muhua.

"You can take a few items back to Jubaozhai, let Brother Ming cash them out, and just put the other bits and pieces at home. I will go home in two days, so the master will stop bullying you." Wei Yang handed the bag with a smile He went back, but before putting it in Sun Muhua's hands, the other hand blocked him.

Zhang Xiuqi reached out and took out a long box from his bag, and put it aside seriously: "It cannot be sold."

Both Wei Yang and Sun Muhua were taken aback, Wei Yang realized first, isn't this the real work of Master Yuan Ji sent by Director Sun earlier?Brother Qi found it at Mr. Ye's back then, why is he not allowed to sell it now?He thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Brother Qi, is there anything weird in this painting? Or is there something wrong with the scroll."

Zhang Xiuqi shook his head lightly: "The upper floor can be sold, but the lower floor cannot."

As soon as these words came out, Wei Yang's heart skipped a beat. He had seen this painting before, and there was obviously only one layer, so how could there be a distinction between top and bottom.However, the little magic stick reacted so quickly, and immediately thought of one thing. Could it be that there is something strange about the painting's mounting?

Because of the form of artistic expression, all Chinese calligraphy and painting works are inseparable from the link of mounting. Sometimes the quality of mounting can determine the life and death of a calligraphy and painting. Those who are not good at medicine will die easily, especially those calligraphy and paintings that have been passed down through generations and have precious commemorative significance. Therefore, the art of mounting has also developed together with calligraphy and painting, and has become a unique craft.If the framer wants to do something on the painting, ordinary people can't tell the difference.

This original work by Yuan Ji is a three-foot vertical scroll. Wei Yang really doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting. Master Ji's bitter gourd seal, and the remaining three are all seals of collectors.How could it be possible to do such tricks in the mounting of such a famous work with a clear inheritance?Or in other words, using such a masterpiece as a cover, what is hidden in the lower layer?

After rubbing the box where the scrolls were placed, Wei Yang asked, "Brother Qi, did the aura you saw at the beginning come from the upper layer or the lower layer."

"Both." Zhang Xiuqi answered simply, "The upper layer is thin, while the lower layer is thick."

As soon as this remark came out, Wei Yang couldn't help sighing, and turned his head to the stupid house boy Sun who lived beside him and said: "If you get the wood, don't sell this painting, let's put it at home and keep it at home, and we will find a framer master later." Let's see if we can separate the upper and lower layers."

It is a framed traditional Chinese painting. If you accidentally take out the hidden things in the lower layer, the upper layer will be ruined. No matter how you say it, it is a masterpiece, so you should treat it with care.After chatting with Sun Muhua for a while, Wei Yang sent him back. Turning his head, he saw that Zhang Xiuqi had already taken out two stacks of yellow paper and a box of cinnabar from his backpack, and put them neatly on the table. Wrapped in gauze, he couldn't use a pen, so he simply dipped his index finger in some water, and prepared to draw symbols directly with his bare hands.

Although this soul-fixing talisman has strong side effects, it is indispensable to Zhang Xiuqi. Now that his body has begun to change, and his soul is not stable, it is natural to strengthen this supplement. As for the side effects... Wei Yang smiled wryly , Wait until the injury is completely healed before thinking about this.

Without disturbing the other party's movements anymore, Wei Yang sat lightly on the other side of the sofa, hesitated for a moment, and took out the notebook he had just put away.It was an old cowhide notebook. The outer cover was worn and faded, and the pages inside were all yellow. The paper shreds.Inside is a stream of chic and elegant calligraphy, and there are many pages with illustrations, one can see the profound attainments of the original owner in calligraphy and painting.

This notebook is the only souvenir Wei Yang's grandfather left him, and it is also the old man's lifetime research experience. It not only contains tricks and tricks about gold dots, but also records the secrets of the other seven sects of pestle head and fishy handle style. The records when he was the president of the Changchun Association can be described as a vivid record of the secrets of the world.Wei Yang has flipped through this notebook countless times since he was a child, and he has memorized all the contents by heart, but there is one thing that he has never understood.

Gently turned over the last page of the notebook, and added a small note between the cowhide-bound cover and the end page, on which there was only a sentence written in a pen: "On the eighteenth day of the lunar calendar, Hu Gu appeared, for disaster , burn all the inside, Zangzhu Fang Yu..."

The second half of the note had been torn out, making it impossible to read what was underneath.This note was originally sandwiched in the inner cover of the cowhide, and it was discovered by Wei Yang by accident. Before that, he had been wondering who the so-called "Hu Gu" was, but now he had a faint idea, if there was no If I remember correctly, his grandma is a sorceress who worships the immortals. The so-called immortals are nothing more than "fox yellow, white willow gray". ", it is very likely that it is the synonym for Fox Immortal.

So what happened to the eighteenth day of the lunar calendar written on the paper?What is the hidden "Zhu Fang"?This notebook was given to him by his grandfather before he died. If he really didn't want him to know about it, why put the note in it.

After quietly reading the note for a moment, Wei Yang put it back, closed the notebook and sighed deeply.Who cares, it's still a clue anyway, let's look for it carefully when we get home.

The rest of the time was mainly spent recovering from injuries. Although it looked serious, the wounds on Zhang Xiuqi's hands healed in only a week. The corpses of the worms were recovered, and the escaped tomb robbers were also arrested one after another, which relieved the troubles of Jieshui Zhai.Hearing the news, that bastard Sun Muhua immediately ran back to work happily. Being in the same room with Mr. Turtle for so long was enough for him to toss about.

After dealing with these odds and ends, Wei Yang found Master Zhizhi again, and the two helped Zhang Xiuqi protect the Dharma together. They passed the thirteenth soul-detaining day of the lunar calendar safely, making sure that there were no future troubles, and finally it was time to go home.