Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(Seven)

"Master!" Ji Qianshan rubbed against Fang Yanchu like a puppy, pinching the life gate of Xiaosheng's soul, "Master, Master, Master..."

"Be careful, the talisman paper is crooked." Fang Yanchu blocked Ji Qianshan who was making trouble with one hand, dipped the pen in the other hand, and drew dragons and snakes on the yellow table paper. An exorcism talisman was completed in one go.He put down the pen, picked up the towel at hand, wiped his hands and said slowly, "Take up the talisman paper and paste it on this child."

Of course, this refers to the little living soul that has become a little monster. Ji Qianshan was still pinching his neck. After hearing this, he rushed to the table to pick up the talisman paper, and looked carefully at the sun.

"Master's handwriting is really beautiful, but..." He took out another piece of yellow paper from his pocket, and the lower right corner of the yellow paper was covered with the seal of the head of Lingyun Palace, "It seems to be different from the exorcism talisman given to me by the head. ?”

Zhou Jidao was next to him, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard the words, thinking that what you said was true: "That was written by our disciples in batches, and it was all simplified, and sold to rich people for two dollars. That’s all for a quick buck.”

After finishing speaking, his eyes quickly swept across the four treasures of the study on the table, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Fang Yanchu used just now are all rare treasures in the world.The pen on the pen stand is very mysterious, the pen barrel is made of earth wood, and the nib is made of Chenghuang hair. It is recorded in "Shan Hai Jing", "There is Cheng Huang, whose makeup is like a fox, with horns on its back, and Cheng's life span is two thousand years old."

This kind of auspiciousness in the world is actually plucked to make a writing brush. If Chenghuang cultivates spiritual wisdom, he will cry for himself.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all foreign things, and have little effect on increasing the power of the exorcism talisman. The most important thing is the person who wrote the incantation: "Not to mention that it was written by the little uncle himself!"

The incantations written by the sages of heaven and earth have a trace of the power of heaven and earth, which is completely different from the group of ascetics who have just started in Lingyun Temple.Ji Qianshan carefully pasted the talisman on Xiao Shenghun's forehead, muttering in a low voice while pasting it: "This is a very precious and precious thing, please don't burn it."

Zhou Jidao was speechless as he was so stingy that he didn't want to give Xiaoshenghun talisman paper but had to give it.A cluster of blue-purple flames spontaneously ignited without wind, and burned the talisman paper completely in an instant. The flames on the talisman paper ignited Xiaoshenghun's hair, but after a few breaths, Xiaoshenghun's whole body was covered in flames.

Zhou Jidao took another look at Ji Qianshan who was about to cry: "Oh, why are you so stingy? Wouldn't it be enough to ask my uncle to write you a piece of paper? - Uncle, I'm going to get busy first, this soul... ..."

"Just stay in my room. I'll just watch the exorcism ceremony." Fang Yanchu sat on the chair, took a long breath, and nodded upon hearing the words, "Go and do your work."

"Master, take a good rest." Zhou Jidao glanced into the room when he closed the door, the fire on Xiaoshenghun was still burning, but neither of the two remaining people in the room paid attention to it.

Especially Ji Qianshan, his hand was still pinching Xiaoshenghun's neck, his thin hand was sunk deep in the blue flames, but he didn't get angry, instead he rubbed against Fang Yanchu's side as usual, acting like a spoiled child.Zhou Jidao couldn't help but gave him a thumbs up in his heart when he saw how he wanted Master to die, and exclaimed: "Awesome!"

"Master..." Ji Qianshan lowered his head, pinched the corner of Fang Yanchu's clothes and tugged, "Master, will you write for me?"

Fang Yanchu took a deep breath. Writing incantations is not difficult, but he can't mobilize much power now, and the paper, pen, inkstone and inkstone he used to write incantations are not ordinary things. Now he is like a As if his energy had been sucked dry by that talisman paper, he just wanted to slump in the chair and sleep.He tried his best to straighten his body, so as not to let his fatigue be seen: "Exorcism charms are not widely used, what do you want them for?"

"I want to treasure Master's works!" Ji Qianshan squeezed against him again, only to realize that he was still holding Xiaoshenghun half way through, and quickly shook his hand, shaking Xiaoshenghun away, "Master, write me another one." How is Zhang?"

Why doesn't this kid have eyesight?Fang Yanchu endured him squeezing around him, feeling his strength being sucked away by the talisman gradually accumulated back, and standing up, "I can't do it today, I'll write to you later. Where did this soul come from?" Yes? You tell me everything."

"I don't!" Frowning, Ji Qianshan held his head, covered his ears and shook his head like a rattle, "If Master doesn't write it for me, I won't say it."

"you……"

"I won't say it, I won't say it, I won't say it!"

I don't want to say that I should cover my mouth, but what is the operation of covering my ears?

Fang Yanchu had no choice but to take out a stack of talisman paper, picked an ordinary pen from the pen holder, dipped it into the tea at hand, and pressed the yellow paper to make an exorcism talisman in one go: "Is this all right?"

Picking up the talisman paper, Ji Qianshan regretfully said: "I have no magic power..." He folded two stacks of talisman paper, put it in his chest pocket preciously, and patted it twice.

Ignoring his words, Fang Yanchu walked in front of the living soul. After all, the exorcism talisman was not a high-level spell, and the little living soul would burn with resentment for a while.Across the blue flame, the face of Shenghun gradually became clear, staring at him with big black eyes.

He has already lost human senses, and he doesn't feel pain in the sea of ​​fire. He squats on the ground expressionlessly, with his gradually formed fingers resting on his knees, drawing small circles on his knees, opening and closing his mouth Make a "popping" sound, like a fish spitting bubbles.

"Master, can he go back again?"

If the lifespan of the disembodied living soul is not exhausted, it can be resurrected after returning to the body before the body is damaged. At most, it will be alive and kicking again after a day or two of fever.But like Xiaoshenghun, who has been fused by evil spirits and burned by exorcism talismans, he will definitely not be able to go back like ordinary living souls.

Fang Yanchu stared at the cluster of flames that were getting smaller and smaller, and the living soul in the flames also showed a human form, and replied without turning his head: "It is definitely not possible to let him go back like this, but it is not impossible."

"any solution?"

"Just wait for Xiao Lu to come back, I hope the child's family hasn't cremated his body yet." After the flames burned out, the living soul shrank into a four or five-year-old child, Fang Yanchu stretched out his hand and brushed the top of the living soul, When I wanted to press it, I was stopped by a hand.

Ji Qianshan blocked his palm, his face looked unhappy, and he pouted and said, "Master, didn't you all say that you are not allowed to give him the fresh air?"

Fang Yanchu withdrew his hand and folded his hands in front of his body: "He has already left his soul, and if he doesn't fix his soul, he will fly away."

The edge of the living soul body has been blurred, and from time to time a translucent soul tried to get out at the edge that gradually became transparent, but it was pressed back by the requiem array spread around Lingyun Temple.

Ji Qianshan took a sneaky look at Fang Yanchu, and saw that Fang Yanchu was standing aside with his hands in his sleeves. Although he said a few words, his face was still as calm as before, as if it was not a big deal for a living soul to fly away before his eyes. .Feeling relieved for a while, he rushed forward two steps quickly and stuffed something into Xiaoshenghun's mouth, seeing that the soul that had already left the soul fluttered and gradually stabilized.

"Master!"

Fang Yanchu watched him finish all this and turned around, looking at himself with his hands behind his back and feet up, like a house cat asking for a reward, he couldn't help but reached out and patted his head.

As soon as his hand was touched, Ji Qianshan's eyes turned red, he looked down at his toes with his mouth pursed, and kicked the ground in front of him a little: "I don't want to fight for merit, Master No, I don't want Master to be too tired..."

"I'm very happy that you can share my worries." Fang Yanchu sighed with great relief. This Ji Qianshan is the only disciple he has accepted in the past thousand years—although he doesn't know why he wanted to take an apprentice on impulse. That's it - it's a blessing for the disciples to respect the master.

Although the evil spirit on this apprentice seemed a little dangerous, and he was a little coquettish, but it was not a big problem.Fang Yanchu thought confidently.

"Master is so kind! Then it doesn't matter if I feed him some evil spirits?" Ji Qianshan chuckled twice, his eyes flashed, and he shook Fang Yanchu's clothes twice, "It's the little black cat's." The evil spirit, Master, the wisp you took off from that old man last time is not offensive."

Fang Yanchu was dizzy from being shaken by him, lowered his hand to free the corner of his clothes, and looked at Xiaoshenghun's condition.The soul is stable, and the reason is still there.It's not a big problem, anyway, as long as the living soul is stable, the rest will be done after the soul returns to the body.

"It's okay, leave the rest to Xiao Lu." Fang Yanchu always adhered to the principle of ignoring everything, unless the fire reached his eyebrows, he nodded with peace of mind after reaching a conclusion in his mind.

"Master..." Ji Qianshan's smile floated up again, but this time only the corners of his mouth turned up twice, and then fell down quickly, blinking his eyes twice, "Master, who is Xiaolu? This disciple knows me As a disciple, I am not qualified to ask this matter, but the disciple is really curious."

"Xiao Lu is..." Fang Yanchu was about to answer, but paused for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he couldn't remember all of a sudden.

At this moment, Zhou Jidao's bright and loud voice came from outside the door, refreshing like a bucket of ice water in summer: "Senior Brother Lu! You are back!"

His thoughts were suddenly connected to the circuit, and Fang Yanchu suddenly picked up a cut-off cable from his memory and connected it, and then replied to Ji Qianshan: "It's your senior brother."

Before he finished speaking, someone had already opened the door and came in. His voice was more advanced than his. It was gentle and clear, as if a spring breeze was blowing towards his face: "Little uncle, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and you will be fine."

Ji Qianshan looked towards the door in shock. The person who came was wearing linen clothes and old Beijing cloth shoes. The words "Xian Feng Dao Bone" were written all over his body. Only the watch shining with diamonds on his wrist revealed a trace of Modern.The gentle smile on his face seemed to have been deeply passed down by Fang Yanchu at first glance. The smile floated on the surface, but at first glance he was amiable and then he looked far away.

The most important thing is that his eyes are black and bright, like a lost deer in the forest, revealing a trace of clarity like lake water.

Biting his lip, Ji Qianshan glanced at Fang Yanchu and then at the eyes of the person who came, curled his lips and muttered softly: "This is that little deer..."

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Ji Qianshan: "You have other deer outside, you don't love me anymore o(╥﹏╥)o"