Floating clouds

Chapter 16 Talismans

Ten days passed, Zhonghui and Lin Mingqi had two big dark circles under their eyes, and handed over the copied Heart Sutra to Lin Sheng, and they even drew breath into their bodies because of the ten days of engrossment.

Copying the Meditation Sutra to enter the Tao, if you talk about it, you may not be able to find a third person in the whole overseas.

Lin Xinglu began to learn the second trick of 'Cuishan Riding Waves', 'Spring Rain'.

Autumn is the cold and withered autumn, and spring is the spring when everything is born with gentle wind and light rain.

The spring rains are continuous, like a mud cow entering the sea, with its bones eroded, it can grow all things, and it can also kill people.

There is no need to move the unicorn for the reunion. Both he and Lin Mingqi started to practice swords, but his sword is not a wooden sword, but an iron sword. The sword god is black and heavy. Lin Mingqi tried it, but found that he couldn't lift it at all.

The sword moves lightly, and the thinner the sword, the sharper and faster it is, but it is not suitable for rehearsal. The epee is the skill that is really suitable for rehearsal.

In the afternoon, Mu Zheng began to teach them how to draw talismans.

Bright yellow talisman paper, bright cinnabar, just use the most common brush to form a powerful talisman.

In the peach grove by the lake, there is a thatched pavilion that leaks rain. At this time, there is a desk and a few chairs inside. On the table are a rolled-up talisman book and a stack of talisman papers.

Instead of picking up the pen, Mu Zheng opened the book, pointed to a picture on the first page, and said to Lin Xinglu, "You run your mind, put your aura on the tip of the pen, follow the picture, and the two of you watch from the side. "

There are a total of a thousand spells in this book, but there are only a handful of people who can really learn all these spells.

Three strokes to show that this is fire.

Lin Xinglu stretched out his hand to press the curled edge of the book, picked up a pen, lit the cinnabar, and worked his mind to gather the spiritual energy in his right hand, and slowly released it from the finger to gather on the tip of the pen.

Write down.

As if there was resistance on the yellow paper, faintly resisting the falling of the cinnabar, Lin Xinglu paused in his hand, and the aura had dissipated in the air.

Mu Zheng didn't say anything, just sat aside and stared at him blankly.

Zhonghui and Lin Mingqi watched curiously, not understanding the difficulty of drawing three strokes, but also vaguely felt that Lin Xinglu seemed to have spiritual energy entangled around him, flowing from him like the tip of a pen, and then scattered in the wind from the tip of the pen.

Lin Xinglu held up the pen, thinking in his heart.

It is easy to gather aura, but it is even more difficult to control it, especially for spells, which need to infuse aura into cinnabar and lock it on paper. The difference is only small, and it can travel thousands of miles, so most people can only draw Simple spell.

Lin Xinglu reflected on it, and wrote again.

The spiritual energy injected again, Lin Xinglu concentrated on it, stared at the yellow paper in front of him, and drew the first stroke. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly the spiritual energy formed a ball and printed a large ball of cinnabar on the paper.

Is it heavy?

Lin Xinglu thought, changed a piece of paper, and pondered over the resistance of the talisman paper in his mind.

Another stroke was made, and the stroke was drawn steadily, but the aura was weak, and half of it was broken.

Mu Zheng smiled. Every time Lin Xinglu writes, the interval between writing is not long, but he has thought carefully, and every time he writes, he has corrected the previous mistakes.

After writing three times, he has grasped the essence of the spell.

It is control, the subtle control of aura.

This is the disciple he chose. From the first time he saw Lin Xinglu, he knew it was this person!

"Master, if you improve your cultivation level, will you be able to draw the spell smoothly?" Lin Xinglu was a little unhappy when he was interrupted due to lack of energy.

"That's not the case, but you've done a good job." Mu Zheng's satisfaction was beyond words, and Lin Xinglu's little bit of unhappiness disappeared.

Mu Zheng stood up, took the brush in his hand, changed the talisman paper, and started writing.

Lin Xinglu looked carefully.

As soon as Mu Zheng approached, with a flash of inspiration, a fire talisman was completed.

"It's spiritual power. Lock the aura in the talisman paper. No matter it is the talisman paper or the aura, it will be resisted. The more complicated the spell, the harder it is to succeed. It often falls short in the last stroke, because the more aura on the talisman paper. , the more difficult it is to write, so when drawing a spell, one needs a strong mental strength." Mu Zheng said.

"Is it to control spiritual energy?" Lin Xinglu asked.

"Yes, and no, powerful spiritual power can gather aura into silk, explore everything in the world, turn aura into a sharp knife in your hand, and kill people invisible."

"Then drawing amulets, can you also practice spiritual power?"

"Yes."

Mu Zheng nodded, and handed the pen back to Lin Xinglu.

Until night fell, he finally drew a fire spell.

There were a lot of them, all of which were ruined by the last stroke. He really felt the fierce resistance of the aura when he wrote the last strokes. After finally finishing the painting, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Mingqi and Zhonghui couldn't calm down. They scrapped one and wanted to take out the puppet to play with. After drawing another scrap, they heard the birds chirping on the branch next to them. Their thoughts had already flown to the bird's nest. went.

After half a day, they got nothing but a handful of cinnabar.

Mu Zheng shook his head, let them wash their faces and eat, but left Lin Xinglu behind and brought them to the bamboo hut.

The leftmost bamboo door of the three bamboo huts was covered with dust, and the lightweight bamboo door buckled like a thousand pieces of gold, no matter how strong the wind or rain was, it could not open even a single crack.

Mu Zheng's sleeves fluttered, and the dust on the bamboo door was gone, revealing the bluish-yellow bamboo door, and the whole bamboo house showed its true colors.

There are starbursts arranged on the bamboo door, nine starbursts reflect each other, and several points of light extend from the door to the window, protecting the whole bamboo house, even with great strength, they cannot be opened by force.

Lin Xinglu said: "Master, what is this?"

Mu Zheng said: "This is a formation."

With one finger, he tapped the starbursts on the door in different orders: "Everything in the world can be divided into five elements, and the five elements are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. For example, if you want to trap a person, you can move soil, attract fire, or grow Wood, this is formation formation, if the person trapped by you wants to get out, he needs to know what you used to trap him, if it is fire, use water, if it is wood, use fire, this is breaking the formation."

When he spoke, his voice was soft, and he spoke slowly, explaining the profound things in a simple way, and Lin Xinglu understood it very well.

The bamboo door finally opened with a 'squeak', and for a moment, their eyes seemed to have crossed the mountain peak and entered another world.

Time froze in the house, the sun shines in from the door, and you can clearly see the dust brought up in the air, piles of books are piled on the shelves, and a staircase extends down from the small bamboo house, shining white light Photo taken from the ground, quiet and simple.

Mu Zheng led them in.

There is no light in the room, maybe it is afraid that the fire will ignite the book, or maybe it is afraid that the smoke will disturb the solemn atmosphere. There are bowl-sized pearls inlaid on the wall, which illuminate the ground as if it were daytime.

The staircase seemed to have no end in sight, one floor after another, and each floor was filled with books.

They only went down one floor and stopped.

Lin Xinglu couldn't help reaching out to open a book, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to Lin Xiang's study.

What is similar is not the book, but this solemn and quiet atmosphere, which can make people sink, and can also make people abandon it like a piece of trash.

With the opening of this bamboo house, Fu Yunxu really unfolded his ancient and long picture scroll.

Mu Zheng saw that Lin Xinglu's eyes were as bright as stars, and his tightly pursed lips were loosened, revealing his pearly teeth. He couldn't help wanting to treat Lin Xinglu better. He stretched out his slender fingers and pressed the red mole on the back of Lin Xinglu's neck. Go up, and said in a low voice: "This is called the Small Sutra Library. When Fu Yunxu was established, the founder of the mountain rebuilt it according to Kunlun's Buddhist scripture building. Although it is a small Buddhist scripture building, it is only a little less than the real Buddhist scripture building. .”

He seemed to like that bright little mole very much. Lin Xinglu was taciturn and expressionless, but that mole, born on the white neck, became an indescribably cuteness.

Lin Xinglu was already used to Mu Zhenghan's icy body temperature, he didn't move, his eyes were glued to the book.

Mu Zheng said: "I'll tell you how to start the battle, you can come and see anytime."

Lin Xinglu smiled a little more, and said, "Thank you, Master."

Since then, Lin Xinglu has been so busy that he even forgot to eat.

In the morning he had to practice swords, in the afternoon he had to learn talismans, and he had to meditate and read books. In the middle of the night, Mu Zheng couldn't see anyone often, so he had to be taken out from the building of the 'Little Canon'.

He became so thin that a gust of wind could blow him away. Mu Zheng frowned and asked Lin Sheng Zhiyue why he didn't come back. He was also worried that Lin Xinglu would die of exhaustion or starvation first.