My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 7 Rampant Soldiers in the Mountains, Ghost Infant Altar (for further reading)

Song Lin stayed in Laoshan Taoist World for three years.

During the three years, he learned the Eight Secret Techniques of Zhigang Taoist, broke through to the Fetal Breathing Realm, and knew how to make Qianlongshexisan.

The cause and effect in ancient books is more than [-]%.

It can be regarded as a lot of gains. Although I can't take it away, I have relevant memories when I return to reality, so I can practice slowly.

With a thought, Song Lin returned to the real world.

As soon as he returned to the real world, he suddenly felt weak, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell off the bed.

"not good!"

Very hungry……

Song Lin almost forgot about this. He stayed in Laoshan World for three years, and outside the past three days.

For the past three days, I haven't eaten a single bite of food.

Fortunately, he woke up in time, otherwise he would starve to death.

Because of the change of job, there was no work for these three days, and he was beaten to death if he was not starved to death.

Song Lin dug out a few dry biscuits, gulped them down with cold water, and finally felt better.

"Be careful next time." Song Lin muttered to himself.

You can’t live without food if you enter regularly. At most, you can last a little longer. It should be fine if you don’t eat for ten days.

After recovering his physical strength, he opened the ancient book and flipped over his own information column on the third page.

Name: Song Lin

Boundary: regular
Dao Xing: half a year

Supernatural powers: Bat eyesight method.

Items: Sanyang Fire Sword, Yangqi Danwan, Qianlongshe Xisan.

Back to reality, the panel changes accordingly, and it really cannot be brought out.

But he still has memory.

Thinking of this, Song Lin stood up and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed.

There is a wooden sword hidden inside, as well as miscellaneous yellow paper, cinnabar and so on.

These are the things under Zhang Jin's bed.

Song Lin took out the talisman paper, spread it on the table, rubbed the cinnabar with water, and dipped it with a brush in his hand.

Meditate and concentrate, guarding the Lingtai closely.

Then write.

First tick three ticks, which represent Sanqing, that is, the head of the talisman.

Then there are the external lines such as the edict, the two pillars of heaven and earth, and the wind and fire wheels. Inside are written the four characters of "avoiding evil and expelling evil spirits", and a character "gang" is added at the end.

Finally add a little infuriating.

Sure enough, it failed.

Song Lin was not discouraged and continued to draw symbols.

Spells to recreate the story world take time and must be practiced from scratch.

It is relatively easy to draw symbols, as long as you have the skills to draw symbols, you can draw them completely.

This kind of talisman is not too difficult, it belongs to the 'Kongwen School', with fixed rules and formats, and it can be drawn with the special qi infusion technique unique to the talisman.

There is another kind of pictorial school, which is irregular and looks like ghost paintings.

For the same spell, everyone draws it differently.

This kind of talisman has no words, and is drawn into lines with the true energy and spiritual thoughts of the talisman drawer to achieve the effect of arousing the power of heaven and earth.

These talismans are powerful.

Just thinking about it, Song Lin completely drew the talisman.

An hour passed, and a total of three anti-filth talismans and two fire talismans were drawn.

It's almost exhausted to paint here.

At this time, the sky was dim.

Song Lin packed up his things and went out.

The morning was hazy and foggy, and the dew wet my shoulders.

Every intersection is guarded by tall yellow scarf soldiers with red jade faces.

Usually, it is like a statue that does not move. Once there is an accident, it will immediately turn into an angry King Kong and smash the enemy's head.

Soon, Song Lin came to a luxurious mansion.

White walls and black tiles, rich houses and high pavilions.

Two jet-black Xiezhi are lifelike at the gate, and two large flags are planted beside them, and the flags are flying in the wind.

There are two large characters written on the plaque above Zhumen: Dianzao

Once you come to this mansion and the surrounding gardens.

As if the surrounding environment changed accordingly, the sky became gray and overcast, and the mansion was surrounded by hazy green mist, making the Dianzao Mansion look like a ghostly palace.

This is Dianzaofu.

One of the departments in the warehouse is called Dianzao.

Responsible for manufacturing all kinds of utensils, processing materials, maintaining altars, utensils, etc.

Wude is the altar master of the yin and yang dharma altar in Dianzao Mansion, and Dianzao has someone else.

Song Lin walked through the gate.

At this time, there was a shadowy figure beside the gate, and a group of people walked in the mist.

Song Lin stopped where he was, and these people passed by him.

These people are nine feet tall, wearing brown armor, holding long knives, indigo complexion, disheveled hair, and long and narrow fangs.

Arranged in two columns, there are 18 people in total.

The armored general at the head had sharp eyes, with two yellow flags stuck behind his shoulders, and wrote a letter of 'Youshan Rampant'.

General Iron Armor glanced at Song Lin, saw the boy's talisman on his waist, and then led the soldiers to float away quietly.

After they left, Song Lin continued to walk deep into the mansion, sweating unknowingly.

These are not people, but rampant soldiers, that is, ghost soldiers.

Stronger than ordinary evil spirits, don't look at only 18 people, if they form a formation, two hundred evil spirits will not be able to beat them.

Follow the route to the hall, and lead by a Taoist boy to another courtyard.

Entering the yard, I saw yellow paper all over the floor, and yellow cloth with runes on the wall.

The house in the courtyard is like a large ancestral hall, enshrining hundreds of black altars.

Cigarettes curled up, straight into the sky.

The courtyard was sparsely populated, and a big man in purple commanded everyone.

This person is Taoist Wude, and Li Xuan is standing beside him.

"Yo, you're here." Seeing Song Lin, Li Xuan smiled and stepped forward, "I thought you weren't coming, and I'm about to send someone to look for you."

"Why don't you come? A good thing, isn't it?"

Song Lin's half smile was not a smile, and for some reason, this look made Li Xuan extremely uncomfortable.

Although it has only been three days, but after three years of practice in the Laoshan world, and dozens of people's lives in drug trials, they have already cultivated a city that is indifferent to emotions and anger.

"That's good." Li Xuan smiled, probably because of his own illusion.

He's just an ordinary Taoist boy, so he doesn't have the qualifications to be put in his eyes.

From now on, he will be the disciple of Daoist Wude, with a bright future, how can he be compared with a little Taoist boy, so what if he cheats this guy?Could it be possible to find revenge on yourself?

Thinking of this, Li Xuan's expression turned cold, and he said, "Work hard, I know you have complaints in your heart, but the world is unfair, isn't it?"

"Haha, what you said is very true." Song Lin laughed.

He didn't bother to talk about it, and if he had the chance, he must report the karma of the past and the present.

"what happened?"

Taoist Wude noticed Song Lin, and then looked at Li Xuan: "Is this the person you recommended?"

"Yes, Daoist."

"That's good, Liuhe!" Daoist Wude shouted towards the hall.

"coming!"

A shadow flashed, and a bronze-skinned middle-aged man appeared in front of everyone. Judging from the talisman on his waist, he was a senior Taoist boy who had been granted the general talisman.

"You take him to familiarize himself with the affairs of the altar, and..."

A scream interrupted everyone's conversation.

I saw a black altar in the hall was broken, and a black air flew out from it.

The palm-sized Chiguoqing ghost baby spins and grows bigger, and suddenly lies on the neck of a Dao boy, its fangs piercing Dao boy's neck, making a chilling sucking sound, and the boy quickly turned into a mummy.

Daoist Wude shot a cold light from his eyes, he pinched his fingers, and a ball of dark green fire flew out, burning the baby ghost and the mummy to ashes.

This scene scared everyone speechless.

In just an instant, a life is gone.

Taoist Wude cursed:

"Damn it, how many times have I said it? Not only do you have to burn incense to sacrifice the ghost boy, but also feed it with glutinous rice, dried fruit, ghost grass, and human blood tanned pills every three days. Did the **** forget it?"

"Your name is Song Lin?" Daoist Wude looked over.

"Exactly."

"In the future, you will be responsible for taking care of the baby ghost altar."

(End of this chapter)