Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 8 Charcoal Burning Curse: I think you look like a pheasant!

Next to Ren's house, a Sanjin house that was supposed to be overcrowded became quiet because of Zhao Zheng's arrival.

To put it simply, Father Zhao bought this house for him, probably because he wanted to prove himself to his uncle Ren Fa.

That's the result, just like Yang Jian beating Liu Yanchang, because the boss behind this house is Ren Fa.

Father Zhao's money came out, but the money ended up in Ren Fa's hands. He was so angry that Father Zhao didn't eat for a day. It wasn't that he felt sorry for the money. As the mayor of Tengteng Town, Father Zhao was not short of money.

He just needed a breath.

Unfortunately, after Ren Fa gave Zhao Zheng the money to buy the house, Zhao's father could not get it back.

She was depressed because she hadn't eaten for two days. She was so angry that she scolded her for marrying this fool. Why are you so angry when all the money was given to your son? Father Zhao just said you don't understand!

As a result,

According to Zhao Erhu,

That night, the Zhao family lost a washboard.

Zhao Zheng carried the purchased medicinal materials to the door of his Zhao Mansion. He listened to the servant at the door shouting that Master, you are back and nodded.

After crossing the threshold and entering the front yard, he handed the medicinal materials to the maid and asked the cook to cook them, and then came to the inner yard.

Lying on the recliner, looking at the maid who came to give him a massage, Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand, and the maid immediately handed over a peeled orange.

"Oh, it's not a good thing to have someone to serve you. You've become corrupted." Zhao Zheng sighed as he lay on the recliner and ate an orange.

Mother Zhao was afraid that he would not live well, so after he bought the house, she sent eight maids and two cooks over, plus the twelve servants she originally brought, for a total of twenty-two people.

"Okay, let's get down here."

Zhao Zheng waved his hand. After the maid went down, he took out the Maoshan Talisman True Interpretation given to him by Uncle Jiu from his arms and began to study it.

It's said to be research, but it's actually self-study based on the knowledge that Uncle Jiu gave him before, that is, free rein.

"Because you taught Qiusheng and Wencai this way, do you teach me this way?" Zhao Zheng thought, carefully looked at the Maoshan Talisman True Solution in his hand, and drank the medicine in the middle.

He found that there were many talismans recorded in Maoshan Talisman True Interpretation, ranging from small talismans to calm the gods, to large corpse-suppressing talismans, as well as evil-repelling talismans, evil-suppressing talismans, evil-breaking talismans, and so on.

There are so many different kinds, there are nearly a hundred kinds in total, and the instructions on how to draw them, as well as the ease of each talisman are also written on it.

"It doesn't seem difficult..."

He ordered his servants to kill a rooster and take the chicken blood. Zhao Zheng came to the ritual hall he had arranged. After mixing cinnabar ink in front of the altar according to the proportions of Jiu Shu's religion, he picked up a red pen and started to draw the simplest calming charm. Uncle Jiu's words echoed in his mind.

"Generally speaking, when drawing a talisman, you need to bathe, change clothes, and burn incense first. However, it still depends on your skill, which is what we often call Taoism..."

"...If you have enough Taoism, you can draw a magic talisman even if you draw it casually, which is what my teacher often said, drawing talisman in the air. If you don't have enough Taoism, you should just follow the script!"

"The most important thing about drawing talismans is to preserve the gods. The so-called preservation of gods is actually to visualize the corresponding immortal gods behind each talisman..."

"The second is the most important talisman. Usually, the talisman starts with three hooks or an edict or a thunder order..."

"The three hooks represent the Three Pure Ones or the Lords of the Three Realms. The Three Pure Ones are Taiqing's moral deity... The three hooks on the entire talisman represent the Three Pure Ones in the edict and the name of the god..."

Thinking and drawing, as to whether it will be distracting or restless, it is not a big problem for Zhao Zheng who can do two things at once.

He thinks it's okay!

"It's done?"

Looking at the flash of divine light on the talisman, Zhao Zheng muttered that it was not too difficult and continued to draw the talisman...

It was night as soon as he started painting. Zhao Zheng, who had drawn all the talismans recorded in the Maoshan Talisman True Explanation, estimated the number of nearly a hundred kinds of talismans and muttered: "It seems that my talent for drawing talismans is also very high, 90%." The success rate of seven is pretty good!”

After sorting out nearly a hundred kinds of talismans and putting them away, Zhao Zheng began to eat. After eating, he came to the Dharma Hall to sit cross-legged and meditate.

As for sleeping?

It's impossible to sleep,

They are all practicing Taoism, and they are still sleeping!

Wouldn't that delay his becoming an immortal?

What if he was beaten to death just because of the extra sleep he got? Therefore, it was impossible to sleep.

"I can also draw talismans, and I also understand various methods of exorcising ghosts and catching evil spirits. Why don't you open the gates to all realms and give it a try?"

Zhao Zheng thought, do whatever you want, got up, left the memorial hall, came to the room, locked it, and lit an incense stick.

Putting the knife within reach of the bedside, he lay down on the bed and meditated on the system silently. The blood-red fonts turned into panels in front of his eyes.

Name: Zhao Zheng

Age: eighteen

Realm: 108 days of foundation building and breaking the limit ()

Kung Fu: Maoshan Qingdadong Sutra

Realm gates: can be opened    Items: none

"One hundred and eight rays of mana break the limit. This name is quite appropriate, but what if it is called transcendence?" Zhao Zheng looked at the panel and saw that he had changed according to his thoughts. He nodded and changed it back to limit breaking. Then, his heart Think about the gates of all realms.

"Please choose the shuttle method..."

"True spirit/body..."

"What a spirit!"

Zhao Zheng thought, and the next second, he clearly noticed that his eyesight went dark. When his vision returned, he saw the light.

dazzling light,

colorful light,

It was like the color of a star, and then Zhao Zheng felt that he had entered the rough sea.

dizziness,

Nausea,

nauseous...

As if someone had thrown him into the washing machine, Zhao Zhengqiang braced himself and subconsciously looked around, only to find that he couldn't see clearly at all.

also,

Can't tell the difference!

It was like a dream, illusory and blurry, and couldn't be seen clearly. However, it was like this, and he also saw many behemoths.

No, it should be said that he saw many existences that could not be described in terms of specific length and mass. He saw many wriggling tentacles flowing with silt like asphalt.

I also saw a lot of eyes, not like human beings, with mouths that were densely packed like the mouthparts and teeth of starfish, and the mouths formed eyes one after another, and so on.

We also saw many strange beings with densely packed arms whose size could not be described in specific units.

There are also jellyfish-like honeycomb bubbles scattered throughout the sea water, filled with bubbles of various colors.

and noisy murmurs,

A faint roar,

roar……

The sound was noisy and harsh, full of incomprehensible madness and distortion. It seemed irrational, but it was the same.

"Why does it feel like going home?"

Feeling several friendly glances, doubts arose in Zhao Zheng's heart until he saw a broken black flag on a ruins on the seabed.

"mine?"

Zhao Zheng subconsciously said that the next moment, he felt his body, no, it should be said that the trajectory of his movement changed.

boom……

Flying straight towards the black flag...

In a trance,

He saw a word...

……

困，

tired,

Lack of...

It was as if the post-traumatic sequelae of the past had resurfaced, and the experience of being a ghost on the bed resurfaced. Zhao Zheng kept hypnotizing himself and taking deep breaths until he suddenly stood up and woke up.

"call……"

Noisy voices, keyboard typing, and phone calls kept ringing, which was very harsh. At the same time, a stream of information appeared in my mind. The next moment, a bloody font appeared in front of my eyes.

"The task of doing good deeds in this world is as follows: Please prevent Dai Zhishuai and six people from dying at the hands of the alchemist's resentful and poisonous soul. The task reward is determined by the number of survivors. If five people survive, the reward will be the largest. If one person survives, the reward will be the smallest. There will be no punishment for all annihilation. Complete The mission can stay for twenty-four hours.”

"Ok?"

Zhao Zheng frowned and wiped the sweat from his face with a tissue. The next moment, the blood-colored font appeared in front of his eyes again.

"Note: The host cannot use any external means including but not limited to kidnapping, kidnapping, killing and imprisonment to prevent Dai Zhishuai and other plot characters from going to the place where the plot takes place to complete the mission!"

"Note: The restrictions you think will completely expire after this mission. When the second mission is launched, there will be no 'restrictions'. At that time, identity and start-up funds will no longer be provided!"

"Fuck!"

Zhao Zheng cursed in his heart, raised his head and looked at Dai Zhishuai and others at the workstation next to him, or the protagonist of the plot of the Charcoal Burning Curse.

As if aware of Zhao Zheng's gaze, Dai Zhishuai frowned and looked left and right and asked curiously: "Brother Zheng, what are you looking at me for?"

Zhao Zheng, who is Dai Zhishuai's colleague and has a start-up capital of 100,000 yuan, stared at Dai Zhishuai expressionlessly.

"I think you look like a pheasant..."

(End of this chapter)