After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 132 Jishan breaks the defense
The deep mountains and old forests a thousand miles away cannot be reached in a short time.

After Zhou Changman left, Song Yao saw Jishan waving to her with great interest and said: "In the few books that the poor monk gave you, although there are records such as fortune-telling and fortune-telling, there are very few five elements and eight trigrams. It happened that the poor monk was drawing a spirit-gathering talisman for His Majesty today, you are so talented, you might as well learn from it."

Everyone likes children with extraordinary talents, and Jishan is no exception.

Since the spiritual energy became scarce thousands of years ago, many Buddhist and Taoist formations disappeared in the history.

The host master's use of spirit-gathering formations and other formations was realized by himself based on the remaining words of the Xuanxu sect. The ability of gathering spirits is definitely not as good as the ancient formations, but it can also nourish the body.

This kind of formation, or he learned it from his master for seven or eight years, and the master gradually taught him.

Now that the other party has spoken, Song Yao also wants to see how they draw the talisman.

The result was never thought of.

After Jishan said this, he went to the next door to take a bath, change clothes, burn incense, and then set up an altar to offer sacrifices.

I saw him kneeling on the ground, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes and telling the Heavenly Dao what he asked for in extremely elegant classical Chinese.
After the prayer is over, take out the cinnabar, pen, and yellow paper, calm down, sit on your knees and say nothing, and start to draw symbols.

The talisman must be made of high-quality cinnabar, and the mantra must be recited in the mouth without any interruption in the middle, otherwise the talisman paper will become invalid.

When a spirit-gathering talisman finally took shape after going through untold hardships, Ji Shan got up and looked at Song Yao with a smile. His eyes were full of compassion that moved all living beings, with the wisdom of teaching and educating people, and the loneliness of seeking defeat alone.

"How? Benefactor, have you lost your studies?"

Song Yao shook her head: "Your talisman seems to be useless."

"What?!"

Jishan looked for his reputation, but he was not doing well.

Although the yellow talisman was painted in a rush of energy, he couldn't feel the slightest aura. It was obviously a waste talisman.

Ji Shan: "..."

Monks don't tell lies - he broke his defense!

Facing the unspeakable gazes of the three juniors in front of him, Ji Shan was embarrassed and suffocated. He wiped the sweat from his brow and hurried to save himself, "Two wins in three rounds, two wins in three rounds! Monks never decide everything in one round."

After that, bathe and burn incense again, pray again, draw symbols again, and——

Break the defense again.

Ji Shan, who originally wanted to show off his abilities in front of Song Yao: "..."

"Actually, drawing a talisman is very difficult. Generally speaking, three out of five rounds are won. In this way, you will give the poor monk another chance to teach and educate people!"

Song Yao really didn't want to give it up, so he grabbed his cinnabar pen and drew symbols on the yellow paper, from writing to finishing in one go.

Jishan watched from the side and shook his head, "Oh, benefactor, you can't do this. If you don't bathe and burn incense, you are disrespecting God. If you don't pray, God won't hear your heartfelt voice. What you draw will definitely be Is it useless... eh?"

As Ji Shan spoke, he saw the yellow talisman in Song Yao's hand entangled with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, swinging with the wind.

Obviously, the spirit talisman is formed and can be used to form a spirit-gathering array.

Ji Shan: "..."

Ji Shan could no longer force his face to smile, picked up a mirror, and suddenly realized: "So the clown is actually me!"

Song Yao: "..."

You don't have to.

She just didn't expect Jishan and the others to draw symbols would be such a cumbersome process.

After all, in the world of cultivating immortals, her masters always draw with a brush, including her, who only pray sincerely in their hearts when drawing symbols.

She didn't know the formal process, so she wanted to listen, watch and learn more. She never thought that the formal process was so rigid.

"Don't study, don't study." Song Yao spread his hands and said, "Ji Shan, why don't you tell me some parts of the book that I don't understand?"

Ji Shan gave Song Yao a complicated look.

He suspected that Tiandao was partial to Song Yao, he had prayed so devoutly, not to mention the abolished talismans, even the drawn talismans that could gather spirits were not as powerful as Song Yao.

...Song Yao couldn't have been born with a phoenix and was wrongly hugged, right?
Ji Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead, tried not to think about these things, and answered Song Yao's questions first.

As for Song Ruan and Song Yanzhi who came together, one is dedicated to writing scripts and making up stories, and the other is copying books to make money to support their families.

Song Yao knew that after Song Yan made up his mind not to go to the gambling house, he made money by copying books for others. Although he didn't earn much, someone gave him three taels of silver a month because of his good looks.

However, he is too lofty to sell his art but not his body. The three liang of silver is not enough for him to go out and squander it casually. It is really different from Song Ruan who is rich and spends money like water.

Song Yao knew that it was not easy for him, so after bidding farewell to Master Jishan, he said, "Third brother, I see that in the books you helped to transcribe, besides some lonely copies, there are also many chapters, right?"

Song Yanzhi paused while picking up the pen, and subconsciously opened his mouth to argue: "Sister, I can't decide what to copy. In the past, the owner of the bookstore would give me a stack of books that need to be copied. I didn't lose my mind!"

"Third brother, don't be nervous." Song Yao took a cup of tea and handed it to Song Yanzhi, "The carriage is bumpy, and third brother's excerpts will tire your eyes. Why don't you take a break and tell me what's in the book?"

Since it was an excerpt, Song Yanzhi could notice the above content during the writing process.

Seeing that Song Yao was not angry, he pondered for a while and said, "It's all the local dialects from a long time ago. What kind of scholar came to Beijing to rush for the exam and met Mei Jiaoniang who abandoned his poor wife, what kind of fox demon repays the poor scholar, what kind of princess Marry to catch up with the talent test..."

He told a lot of stories intermittently, and Song Ruan added to it.

Song Yao discovered that most of Chang'an's dialects revolve around scholars rushing for exams, fox monsters repay favors, and haunted ghosts. They are not as good as mortals in the world of cultivating immortals, who torture their hearts and livers, eighteen times a night, and ten treasures per child.

This is a good thing, which shows that as long as Song Yao is willing to write and bring the book of words she wrote in the world of cultivating immortals to Chang'an City, she can still read old books again, and even give Song Ruan and Song Yan a bite to eat.

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish.

"Jiutangmei likes to write scripts, and third brother's handwriting is beautiful. I have a lot of ideas about the script, why don't I share them with Jiutangmei, and then third brother can extract and sell them?"

Song Yao has read the book written by Song Ruan. Although there are ups and downs, some old-fashioned stubbornness is not attractive enough.

If you add her heart and lungs, amnesia in a car accident, and running with the ball, Song Yao is confident that she will become a popular element in Chang'an City!

Song Ruan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, "What do you think, why don't you come and hear it? I won't write anything that isn't attractive!"

So Song Yao casually said in a notebook written by herself: "Let's say that Murong Xian'er was originally the daughter of the city lord of Gusu City. She was kidnapped by the enemy's family unexpectedly. When she narrowly escaped death, she met Ouyang Nanbei, a shark from the South China Sea. She rescued her with the shark beads." One life."

(End of this chapter)