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Chapter 293: Heaven and Earth Purification Mantra, Corpse Suppression Talisman
"The natural world of heaven and earth disperses the foul qi.

The cave is mysterious and the Taiyuan is bright.

The mighty gods from all directions make me natural.

……

Evil and filth will dissipate, and the Tao will always exist.

Hurry like a law! "

As soon as the spell was cast, the green poisonous fog that filled the study, the remaining resentment in the zombies' bodies after being burned, and the layer of human-shaped black ash on the ground were all purified in an instant.

The Divine Mantra of Purifying Heaven and Earth is also one of the eight divine mantras of Taoism.

There is too much filth in heaven and earth, all caused by man, so this mantra is needed to purify it.

The Eight Great Mantras are the core means for those who practice Taoism to practice and preach the Tao, and are also the must-recite scriptures for all Taoist disciples in their morning and evening studies.

However, it is still worth mentioning the changing times.

At the end of the Dharma, there are very few people in the entire Taoist sect who can truly practice the eight magic spells to their full power.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Uncle Jiu's gaze towards Hong Chen became more fond, cherished and doting.

"This is the hope of the Maoshan Sect!"

"Master, you came so quickly. Have some tea to moisten your throat."

Hong Chen brought a cup of tea, and Uncle Jiu felt as if his throat was about to smoke.

He took the tea and gulped down a few big gulps, then he felt a little better.

However, after putting down the teacup, Uncle Jiu's expression suddenly became serious.

"Achen."

"Master, I'm here."

"Do you know you're wrong?"

"know."

"Don't do that next time."

"Yeah, I understand."

Uncle Jiu immediately laughed: "Good boy."

Qiu Sheng, who was standing behind the two of them, heard their conversation and frowned like an old man on the subway.

But as soon as Uncle Jiu turned around, he immediately returned to normal.

"Master Ren."

As soon as Uncle Jiu opened his mouth, Ren Fa, who had been hiding timidly in the corner with Ren Tingting, quickly responded and ran forward with his daughter.

"Hey, Uncle Jiu, I'm here." As he got closer to Uncle Jiu and Hong Chen, his expression seemed to become much more relaxed.

It's not surprising. As an ordinary person, he may not even see the most annoying ghosts in his life, let alone zombies. What's more, he was almost killed by the zombie his father turned into, so it goes without saying that he had a psychological trauma.

"Since things have developed to the point now, I definitely can't charge you for the follow-up expenses. You can build a cenotaph for Mr. Ren at the grave I mentioned this morning and write Old Master Ren's name on it. This will serve as a place to express our grief and also give the Ren family a place to worship their ancestors every year."

Ren Fa got anxious when he heard this. "No, Uncle Jiu, don't worry about the money. It's what it is. I, Ren Fa, will never complain. But you must not leave this matter alone. How to build the cenotaph is up to you."

Uncle Jiu: "Master Ren, the old man has turned into a zombie. His body is gone. You can just find some of his clothes or things he used to wear and put them in the coffin. Follow the normal burial procedures. There will be no more trouble like this in the future."

"No, no, Uncle Jiu, if you help me to the end, I will increase the money, double it, okay?"

It can be seen that Ren Fa was indeed frightened by his father.

As he spoke, he turned his gaze towards Hong Chen, with pleading in his eyes almost overflowing.

Of course Hong Chen turned a blind eye to it.

If he had not fed Ren Weiyong before, and considering that the green zombie Ren Weiyong's killing would damage his merits and fortune, he would not have been so proactive in chasing him all the way from Yizhuang to Renjia Town.

"Lingchen, can you please help persuade your master? I will thank you!" Ren Tingting suddenly pulled him to her side, squatted down, hugged him in her arms, and whispered in his ear.

The light feminine fragrance, the generous and soft touch, and the breeze by the ears all make people feel comfortable.

Hong Chen turned around and looked at her face so close to him, remembering that when he first "saw" her before, she seemed to be about the same age, or maybe even younger.

Just think of it as paying for your true younger self.

"Master?"

Uncle Jiu was hesitant to begin with, and when he spoke, he nodded immediately: "Okay, but you don't have to double the money. The things you need to prepare are a little different. I'll make a list for you."

Ren Fa was overjoyed. He thanked Uncle Jiu first, then looked at his lovely and beautiful daughter with satisfaction.

At the same time, I feel a little regretful.

It would be better if Hong Chen was a little older.
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Yizhuang.

Uncle Jiu was washing up in the yard, and Qiu Sheng had not returned from his aunt's house.

Hong Chen was burning incense to the ancestor, and Wencai was kneeling in front of the ancestor's tablet.

Three incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner. The curling green smoke rose straight up as if it was directly absorbed by the tablet. Hong Chen saw a group of old men smiling at him again.

Turning around, he shook his hand, holding a blank talisman paper between his fingertips, and handed it to Wencai. Wencai didn't understand what it meant, but he didn't dare to speak, so he could only express his confusion with his eyes.

"Brother, people usually have the idea that those who visit the funeral home just need to be brave. After all, not everyone can sleep next to a pile of corpses. What do you think?"

"This...isn't it?" Wencai was even more confused.

Hong Chen's smile disappeared, "Of course not!"

Wencai's mouth twitched and he lowered his head habitually.

"Look up! Look at me!"

When Hong Chen spoke, he quickly looked up.

"Brother, if you were just an ordinary person, running an ordinary charity cemetery, and there were only corpses in the cemetery all year round, then you would be fine as long as you were brave. However, don't forget who you are. You are the disciple of Lin Fengjiao, the most talented, powerful and famous cultivator of the Maoshan Sect!"

"You little bastard! Your name is not Lin Fengjiao!" An angry curse came from outside the yard.

Hong Chen turned a deaf ear to him and continued, "Although you and Senior Brother Qiu Sheng's names have not been recorded in the Dao Book, Master has never given up on training you all these years. Everyone in Renjia Town knows about it. Which of the uncles and brothers in the Maoshan Sect doesn't know that you are Master's disciples?"

Wencai nodded.

The Taoist Book is the certificate for becoming a formal disciple of the Maoshan Sect.

But not everyone can have this certificate. Even if you have a good master, you still have to work hard to be good, right?
He can't even cultivate half of his strength and can only use some minor Maoshan techniques. What kind of Maoshan disciple is he?

You yourself are not ashamed, but the Maoshan Sect still has some dignity. Even though there is a lack of young talents now, the requirements for formal disciples in Maoshan have never been lowered. In fact, because of this chaotic era, many additional conditions regarding moral cultivation have been added.

It is extremely difficult to establish a Taoist tradition, but it is very easy to destroy it, especially when bad people appear within it.

Hong Chen shook the talisman paper in his hand and said, "Although you and Senior Brother Qiu Sheng have not cultivated magic power in these years, it is not your fault. After all, it is getting harder and harder to cultivate now. If your talent is worse, your path to the Tao will basically be cut off. But you can't complain about the problem of talent, because everyone has their own way, right?"

Wencai nodded again, "Junior brother is right. My master taught me these things when I was young. The world nurtures us, and people are different. We cannot blame others for our own shortcomings. That is a foolish and cowardly idea."

Hearing him say this, Hong Chen also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Wencai looks a little ugly, a little old, and a little stupid, he never thinks that he is really ugly, old, and stupid.

Otherwise, how could he have the courage to pursue Ren Tingting?
How can such self-confidence not be considered an advantage?

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Brother, I won't talk about Xiao Maoshan. You and Brother Qiu Sheng know a lot, but you should learn some orthodox Maoshan techniques, right?"

Wencai's face turned bitter: "Junior brother, without magic power, I can't use the Maoshan technique even if I learn it!"

"Prejudice." Hong Chen said, "Not all Maoshan magic requires mana. Let's not talk about other things, just talk about the yellow talisman. Some talisman papers don't actually require mana, did you know that?"

"I don't know." Wencai said confidently.

Hong Chen's face twitched, and he couldn't help but clench his left hand into a fist behind his back.

"So... you know now?"

"Brother, now that you put it like that, I definitely know. But which talisman papers don't require any power? Can I draw them?"

"Of course I can." Hong Chen dragged a bench over, spread out the talisman paper, took out a brush and cinnabar, and said, "Brother, although drawing talismans is difficult, it will be no problem as long as you master the trick. You will be the one to look after the charity cemetery in the future, so I think it doesn't matter if you learn other talismans, but there is one talisman that you must learn. If there is a problem with the charity cemetery, you have your own way to solve it, right?"

Wencai's expression showed approval. After thinking for a while, he suddenly slapped his head and said, "I know! Junior brother, you are talking about the Corpse Suppression Talisman, right?"

Hong Chen smiled happily.

"bingo!"

"Brother, please look carefully at how I draw it. The Corpse Suppression Talisman is actually very simple. From the perspective of words, it actually consists of seven words - Imperial Order for the General to Come Here."

Outside.

Uncle Jiu was holding a washbasin and wearing a towel on his shoulders. Looking at the two figures, one big and one small, huddled together, a smile could not help but break out on his usually stiff face.

Such a charity cemetery seems more like a home than before.

In the following time, Hong Chen followed Uncle Jiu to learn Maoshan magic, and at the same time taught Qiu Sheng and Wencai some simple ways to draw talismans.

If you want to draw talismans without magical powers, you must be extremely alert and focused.

The power of talismans comes from heaven and earth.

The objects of command in the talisman are usually gods and immortals. Their status is already connected with heaven and earth, and they can be directly summoned through the talisman paper.

If every talisman really calls upon the corresponding gods, wouldn't these gods be extremely busy?
Uncle Jiu didn’t teach them before, not because he was keeping it to himself, but because he thought it was impossible for them to learn.

Hong Chen actually understood Uncle Jiu's thoughts very well. If it were him, he would have expelled these two guys from the sect long ago, so what's the point of teaching them?

Besides, Uncle Jiu also feels sorry for Qiu Sheng and Wencai.

But Hong Chen believes that as long as you don’t die from learning, you should learn until you die.

There is always a chance or two that they can draw a usable talisman to suppress corpses.

Even if it really doesn't work, just think of it as practicing controlling the brush. In the future, earning some extra money by writing for others is better than letting them go out and cause trouble.

In addition, Hong Chen also finished reading his master's diary.

He felt as if he had grasped something, but once he thought about it seriously, the inspiration disappeared without a trace.

But it doesn’t matter, we are only about ten years old now and have plenty of time.

Turn to the first page and read it again from the beginning!
As long as you don’t die from reading, read until you die!
(End of this chapter)