Daoist, I am married

Going downstairs and approaching, Kanazawa took a deep breath to maintain his superficial calmness.

"Is this medicine really so powerful? Are you not afraid of being bitten by a mad dog?"

The disciple of Chenxiangwu smiled and shook his head: "More than that, Master Wu's medicine is absolutely guaranteed. It can heal all kinds of trauma, heal it once, heal it twice, and remove scars three times. The medicine will cure the disease!"

"Oh oh oh, that's great brother! Bring me a bottle, my young master is always bitten by various bugs, this is so useful."

"No problem, then you may still need some Dukangling. Last time my junior was bitten by a poisonous snake, I stopped crying as soon as I put it on."

"Okay, okay, let's get some, thank you brother!" Yinzi smiled all over his face, and said again, "However, there seems to be something wrong with my detoxification powder. The swelling got worse the next day, and the young master scolded me for a long time."

"Oh? Give me a little look."

"Okay, I'll look for it."

Jin Ze took a deep breath and called softly, "Silver."

Yin Zi, who was searching desperately, raised his head and responded with a smile: "Hey, young master, you are here, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

The disciples of Chenxiangwu looked over, the sympathy and pity in their eyes couldn't be concealed.

But this sympathy and pity is for Kanazawa.

My God, this Young Master Jin is really living too hard!

However, it is really lucky to have such a dedicated and conscientious younger brother, Brother Yinzi.

Jin Ze tried his best to show a smile: "I'm not hungry, come here."

Yinzi stood up with a terrifying gaze, feeling a bad premonition.

Just as Jin Ze was about to carry him into a corner and beat him up, Yin Zi smiled obsequiously, and shouted to the back: "Ming Daoist, you are back, do you want to eat, I will call you."

The anger that was half brewed was blocked back, Jin Ze suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and greeted Ming Cong: "Master Ming."

Ming Cong nodded at him, and then said to Yin Zi: "Please, a vegetarian meal is enough."

"Okay, don't bother, don't bother." Before Jinze had another attack, Yinzi had disappeared.

Jin Ze beat his chest, he was going to buy a dog.

"Senior brother is back," a disciple greeted, "Isn't this city lord too tight, doesn't he care about food?"

Ming Cong glanced at him, and the disciple consciously shut up.

"Young Master Jin, how about sitting here?" Ming Cong motioned to Jin Ze for a table and chair in the corner.

"Very good, very good." Jin Ze hooked the corner of his mouth, and sat down with Ming Cong.

The two sat down facing each other, you looked at me and I looked at you, but neither of them spoke for a while.

Jin Ze was so angry that he didn't want to talk, while Ming Cong was born with few words.

Looking at each other speechlessly, Ming Cong laughed lightly and said, "Young Master Jin seems to be in a bad mood?"

Jin Ze drank saliva, suppressed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, did not answer, but said: "Actually, I have something to say."

Ming Cong raised her head to signal: "But it's okay to say."

Jin Ze tilted his head and stared at Ming Cong's face, "Your mole seems to be crooked today."

After Jin Ze said this sentence, Ming Cong was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then choked.

"Ahem," Ming Cong covered his lips and coughed twice, put down the water glass in his hand and said, "I'm sorry."

He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his forehead, and when he took it away, there was nothing on his forehead.

The alluring beauty mole was actually painted on.

Jin Ze smiled lightly: "Sure enough."

Although Daoist Ming did not have the mole between his eyebrows last night, he felt the same. Such a refined temperament is difficult for ordinary people to imitate.

I saw him again in Taolin today, he already had a red mole on his forehead, but maybe he was in a hurry to save others, so the painting was not so straight.

At the end of the day, Daoist Ming didn't even look in the mirror, the mole on the center of his brow was crooked all day, and he took it to see the city lord, but no one reminded him.

Ming Cong also laughed, full of helplessness in his smile: "When I was young, someone gave a fortune teller, saying that I would always draw this mole until I met someone destined."

In fact, the original words are: fortune is greater than the sky, and life is as thin as paper.There are destined people, who live together and die together.And this red mole is pressing down on his well-being to keep him safe and sound.

"Have you ever asked someone to tell your fortune?" Jin Ze wondered.

Ming Cong shook his head: "It's not looking for someone, it's someone looking for me."

The older generation has always had this saying that good people do not count fortunes, and there are no good people who tell fortunes.

If you don't do fortune-telling, you don't know anything, and you will be confused all your life, but if you do the calculations specifically, no matter what result you get, you may have something to rely on or have scruples in your heart, and you will always have a harder time .

But if you don't count, if someone finds you, you will have to count.

Everyone has their own destiny, and God wants you to bear something, and you have to bear it.

After hearing Ming Cong's words, Kanazawa understood very well. After all, he also had the same experience, so he thoughtfully did not continue this topic.

"Ming Daoist, please help me to look at this talisman, what is wrong with it." Jin Ze took out the land-shrinking talisman that he had painted and discarded. With this good teacher, you can't miss it.

"Guest officer, your meal is here!" Xiao Er came over with the food at this moment.

Jin Ze took a look at the dishes served, it was very clean and pure.

"Master, I'll give you the same meal as Ming Daochang asked for. You eat slowly, and I'll ask Jinxiang to come down to eat." Yinzi ran away with a wink after he finished speaking. He always felt that the master's eyes wanted to kill him.

Taking a breath, Jinze became more determined to buy a dog.

"Are you a land-shrinking talisman?" Ming Cong over there held Jinze's talisman and studied it.

"Yes," Jin Ze smiled embarrassedly, "If you are not skilled, you can't always make a talisman."

Ming Cong took a closer look: "The land-shrinking talisman is an industrial talisman, and there is nothing wrong with your drawing method."

Talismans can be said to be the earliest magic weapons used by practitioners, and have a very long history of development. So far, there are thousands of kinds of Talismans.These talismans have different functions, and the painting methods are also varied.It is difficult to find any regularity in it.

Until a talisman repairer divided them into five categories, attack, protection, work, change, and spell, and found out many of the rules and tricks.Since then, the practitioners have finally stopped burning talismans, and now talisman cultivation has become the most common practitioner.

Gong category talismans are mainly talismans needed in daily life, such as sound transmission talismans, which belong to the category of work.

The land-shrinking talisman is also a type of work, but it is the most difficult type A talisman to draw in the type of work.

So Jinze felt that he had no choice but to ask Daozhang Ming, which is not ashamed at all.

"But you overlooked one point."

Jin Ze wanted to hear the "but" at the end, but at this moment there was a commotion all around, which interrupted Ming Cong's words.

"Come on, come on, who will get under the table today, please eat meat tomorrow." Jinxiang stepped on the bench with one leg, raised a large porcelain bowl with one hand, and drank the wine in the bowl with his head raised. Then turn the bottom of the bowl upside down.

"Okay! If you don't get drunk, you won't go home!" The people at the same table applauded one after another, wishing they could overturn the table.

It was a table of unfamiliar faces, each of them was sturdy and burly, dressed in martial arts attire, and they all gathered around to toast.

Jin Ze lost his temper when they were all angry.

Buy a dog, no booze!

Turning to Ming Cong with an apologetic smile: "Master Daoist, you continue."

"The main principle of the land shrinking talisman is to shrink the land to an inch. The spiritual power it consumes is mainly at the starting point, but the destination does not need much spiritual power. Do you understand?" Ming Cong said in a gentle and patient tone. asked.

That is to say, more spiritual power should be injected when starting the pen, and the power should be withdrawn in time when closing the pen.

"It's okay, it's great." Jin Ze patted the table, "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. It's really enlightening, thank you, Daoist."

Ming Cong looked at him and smiled: "You're welcome."

"Daozhang, you have had a hard meal today." Jin Ze said as he poured tea for him.

"My lord, do you still remember my previous proposal?"

"What?" Kanazawa asked.

Ming Cong said: "Actually, if you don't mind my son, you can go back to Jinzhou with us." Chenxiangwu belongs to Jinzhou.

Jin Ze's eyes lit up, of course he didn't dislike it.

Ming Cong said again: "There are many things involved in this incident, and I haven't figured it out yet. I didn't think carefully and involved you, so I should be responsible for your safety."

"Will this be troublesome?"

Ming Cong shook his head and chuckled: "No trouble, the Yin Yang Mirror can teleport several people at the same time."

Jinze's little thought came true, and a sense of guilt arose spontaneously.

When he took out the Land Shrinking Talisman, he had vaguely hoped that Daoist Ming would mention this matter, but now that Ming Cong really mentioned it, Jin Ze somewhat despised his own cleverness.

Daoist Ming is such an upright and noble person, it's really cheeky for him to treat him like this!

"Then thank you, Daoist."

He decided to go back to Jinzhou and go to Chenxiangwu to thank Daoist Ming with plenty of gifts.

After eating a plain vegetarian meal, Kanazawa decided to go for a walk in the street, without money and incense.

He wants them to think about it, it's their duty as younger brothers.

This rare trip alone, while improving the taste, complete a few small goals.

First, buy more talisman-making materials.

Yunbie is worthy of being a place rich in scholars. The four treasures of the study here are all high-grade, and they are much cheaper than those of the same grade in other places. He wants to buy more and take them home.

"Boss, these, these, and this, don't, wrap up everything else."

Such a rich and powerful person can't help but take a few more glances at the passers-by. Does this mean there is a gold mine in the house?

There are so many shops selling the Four Treasures of the Study in the city. The boss rarely meets a big client, and he is a little distracted for a while.

After Jin Ze called him, the boss smiled and said cautiously: "Master, which ones did you say you don't want?"

Kanazawa sighed: "This, this, this, hey, do you remember?"

"Okay, I'll remember. Just wait a moment, I'll wrap it up for you right away."

"Wait," Jin Ze called to stop the boss, took out a bag of money and said, "Send everything to Yunlai Inn."

Bouncing a bag of money, the boss smiled and couldn't see his eyes: "Okay, no problem, sir, please go slowly."

After leaving the bookstore, Kanazawa came to the night market.

"Come on, son, do you want to try it? The freshly fried small whitebait is delicious and crispy, leaving a fragrance on your lips and teeth."

Jin Ze stopped in front of the stalls, and he was strictly forbidden to approach these stalls since he was greedy and had diarrhea again and again.

The fragrance burst into his nose, and Jin Ze swallowed: "Boss, here are ten skewers."

"Okay, wait a moment."

"Seed cakes, freshly baked sesame cakes. The skin is thin and the filling is rich, and it flows out of oil. There are sapphire koi fillings, five-color flower meat fillings, flowery moon fillings, glazed emerald fillings..."

Kanazawa, sesame seed cakes still have this kind of stuffing?