Inherited a magic weapon shop after rebirth

The Fengshui Street where the magic weapon shop is located is in the west of Rongshan City.

Shuttle among the bustling crowd, Qi Rong stepped on the smooth bluestone road, and couldn't help feeling a sense of belonging in his heart. Compared with the increasingly taller and more advanced high-rise buildings, such an antique building made him feel more comfortable.

"Xiao Rong?" Granny Wang of the funeral shop was tying paper flowers at the door, and she saw Qi Rong when she looked up.

Dazed for a moment, she suddenly remembered the recent misfortune of the Qi family, and without caring about the paper flowers in her hands, she moved her little feet and pulled Qi Rong, who was looking left and right in the crowd, to a hiding place.

Before he could stand still, he complained, "Why did you come back, kid? What can you do if those debt collectors see you?"

Qi Rong was pulled abruptly and staggered.It's not that Grandma Wang's hands are heavy, it's just that his soul and body haven't perfectly matched, and he won't be able to react if his movements are too sudden.

When his center of gravity shifted, there was an inexplicable weight on his waist. He stabilized his figure and subconsciously looked around. There was no one else.

"Hey, Xiao Rong, what are you looking at? Listen to grandma and go quickly." Grandma Wang quickly looked at the people on the street and pushed Qi Rong out.

Qi Rong didn't care about the strangeness when he just arrived, he quickly pressed Grandma Wang's hand and said: "Grandma, the debt has been paid, they won't come here."

Grandma Wang paused, then looked up at Qi Rong in surprise: "Is it still on?"

Qi Rong nodded seriously.

"That's good, that's good." Grandma Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's all your fault for your careless grandpa, who is dead, and left such a mess for the child, bah..." Grandma Wang cursed.

The people who heard the sound surrounded the two of them, they were all neighbors in the neighborhood, they watched Qi Rong grow up, and talked in a hurry.

Qi Rong laughed along with her, her face was almost frozen from laughter, and her mind was buzzing.

"Don't talk about it, everyone, those bastards smashed Xiao Rong's shop, let him go back and have a look." Someone in the crowd relieved Qi Rong.

Qi Rong clasped his hands together gratefully, and exaggeratedly wiped his sweat when he got out of the crowd, and then a smile appeared on his face.

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Qi Rong's good mood completely disappeared after he came to "Chengshangtang" and saw the smashed storefront.

"Chengshangtang" was built by the grandpa of the Qi family. There is a store in the front, a small courtyard in the back, and a second floor as a warehouse.

In the quaint Fengshui Street, it can be regarded as the largest in terms of area, but the ground is a bit poor, and it is at the innermost part of the whole street.

Qi Rong pushed open the door, his eyelids twitched, and he pressed the center of his eyebrows with a headache. What he saw was a space like a typhoon passing through. Except for the cheap and heavy counter, there was nothing that looked complete.

Qi Rong helplessly rolled up his sleeves to tidy up, and comforted himself by the way:

Just as an experiment to see if his special ability works on this body.

By the way, his special ability is to be able to see the memory of the magic weapon, as long as it is a magic weapon, so if you want to know whether something is a magic weapon, just let him know it.

At the beginning, Qi Rong looked for those that seemed to be well-made and delicate to check, but there was no response for five or six consecutive times.

"Did my ability disappear?" Qi Rong looked at his palm with a slightly nervous expression.

Just as he was doubting, he suddenly tripped over something as soon as he raised his foot. He swayed and stopped. He looked down and found that it was a broken Sanqing bell.

"Hey, this Sanqingling has aura!" Qi Rong subconsciously knelt down and picked up the broken Sanqingling.

The next moment, a hot current surged in the palm of his hand, and countless pictures rushed into his mind. He saw a Taoist priest holding the bell and doing exercises on the altar, and saw the Taoist temple being broken and the bell was lost. Grandpa Qi took it and put it on consignment in the magic weapon shop.

At the same time, he also understood why he couldn't see the memory of the other party, which looked exquisite before.

The mechanized, assembly line, and mass-produced instruments have not been contaminated with popularity, nor have they gathered the belief of craftsmen in making instruments. Human beings are a very magical existence, and this is true for the world as well as the world.

Without popularity and faith, these magical artifacts will not be recognized by the world, and there will be no aura; without aura, they will not be magical artifacts at all, but just ornaments for psychological comfort.

The big stone in Qi Rong's heart fell down.

After three poles in the sun, Qi Rong finally cleaned up.

In the huge magic weapon shop, he only found a few——

A broken money sword, a three-legged golden toad without a leg, and the broken Sanqing bell.And a stack of yellow table paper cut into the size of talisman paper, and a mahogany talisman pen.

It's too stupid.Qi Rong shook his head.

Since he discovered his abilities, this was the first time that he had such shabby hands.

No sense of security at all.

He pondered for a moment and decided to draw a symbol.

Arrange the talisman paper talisman pens and the cinnabar dug out from the corners that I found earlier, burn incense, and the ethereal sandalwood fragrance lingers in front of the desk.

Qi Rong calmed down, his wrists were relaxed and hung in the air, and his breathing had a special rhythm.

For a while, the humble shop seemed to be transformed into a solemn Zen room.

The thin smoke like gauze goes straight up, straight up to the blue sky.

At a certain moment, a gust of wind passed through Fengshui Street, and the bell at the door was blown by the wind. "Ding--", it was crisp and long-echoed, rippling around, making people feel quiet in the busy city.

At the same moment as the bell rang, the tip of the pen dipped in cinnabar liquid touched the talisman paper like a dragonfly, and with a swish of the wrist, the pen moved smoothly and smoothly.

When the sound of the bell had completely dissipated, the book was finished with a flick of the pen tip.

There is a faint brilliance on the surface of the cinnabar, and the whole talisman seems to have been illuminated, giving people an inexplicable sense of solemnity.

"Huh?" Qi Rong held the corner of the evil-breaking talisman and picked it up, her elegant brows were slightly frowned, looking quite dissatisfied.

"Sure enough, it's the end of the Dharma era, and the drawn talisman is much different than it was a thousand years ago." Qi Rong said softly, feeling the spiritual power in it.

Qi Rong continued to draw talismans with his wrist hanging, and the bell outside the door rang.

He didn't stop until he felt a dull pain in his head and couldn't continue.

Two evil-breaking talismans, three peace talismans, one sky-eye talisman and one incorruptible talisman.

He had just been reborn, and his cultivation was not even one out of ten, but he couldn't do it after just writing these few sheets, Qi Rong felt a little frustrated.

At this time, his phone rang suddenly, bringing him back from that state.