Tianshi face slap strategy

Chapter 24
Hong Fenglin's efficiency was good, and on Thursday, he personally delivered all the things Jiang Zhao requested to the school.

Jiang Zhao looked at her face and found that although her whole body was still shrouded in Yin Qi, the Yin Qi did not increase any more.Moreover, Hong Fenglin's spirit was much better than before, and a healthy red color finally appeared on his face again.

She nodded secretly, and looked at the things Hong Fenglin brought.

The amount of yellow paper and cinnabar is the same as what Jiang Zhao requested before, and the quality is very high. Although there is no aura in it, it has a bit of Buddha nature!
Her heart skipped a beat.

Yellow paper and cinnabar of this quality are of course not top-grade, not even low-grade.But for ordinary people, it is already extremely rare!
Especially that buddha nature, which is the nemesis of ghosts!
"Did this come from Fajue Temple?" Jiang Zhao couldn't help asking.

"Yeah!" Hong Fenglin sighed, "After I talked with you last time, I rushed to Rongzhou early the next morning. I had a lot of connections to meet Master Zhike from Fajue Temple. Zhike After the master learned of my reason for coming, he gave me these yellow papers and cinnabar without saying a word, and told me that if these are not enough, I can go to the temple to ask him to get them!"

She obviously didn't expect that it was not easy to meet the monk of Fajue Temple, but when she did see him, it turned out that he was so easy to talk to!
The yellow paper and cinnabar looked much better than the ones sold in the market, but Master Ke didn't confiscate her for a penny!
In the end, she felt sorry for herself and donated a sum of money to the Gongdexiang in Fajue Temple.

Thinking about it now, Master Zhike is indeed from Fajue Temple, and he is really different from the monks in those small temples outside!
Jiang Zhao was also a little surprised, but it made sense after thinking about it.

The monks in Fajue Temple are famously compassionate, otherwise, Jiang Zhao would not have taken the initiative to ask Hong Fenglin to go to Fajue Temple to ask for yellow paper and cinnabar.

From the looks of it now, she was clearly on the right track.

Looking at the peach wood board that Hong Fenglin brought, it is two feet long and one foot wide, and has a history of nearly 50 years, which is barely enough.

Jiang Zhao took the things and said to Hong Fenglin, "Put the things with me first. On Saturday, Aunt Hong will come to pick me up from school."

Hong Fenglin hurriedly nodded in agreement, and it took him half a beat to react: "... Shall I come to pick you up at school directly?"

This big weekend, isn't Jiang Zhao going home?

"I've been living in school recently." Jiang Zhao smiled and didn't explain too much.

Hong Fenglin was only thinking about the things at home, and thought that Jiang Zhao stayed at school on weekends to study hard, so he left in a hurry without asking any questions.

During this period of time, she was so tormented by her husband's capriciousness that she couldn't even take care of the company's affairs. Many businesses were put on hold, and she had to rush to deal with it herself.

Otherwise, once these businesses are lost, not only will the company's performance this year not be good, but it may also affect the company's future development!

Taking the yellow paper, cinnabar, and peach wood boards from Hong Fenglin back to school, Jiang Zhao thought for a while, carried them to bed, and got ready carefully.

She was going to try drawing symbols for the first time in her life.

Zhan Qiaoshan in the dormitory saw it and asked curiously, "Jiang Zhao, what are you doing?"

As soon as the words fell, the other girls in the dormitory all looked over.

Jiang Zhao rolled over his hands, smiled and said, "Draw something small to pass the time."

She slept on the upper bunk, and deliberately covered it with quilts and books, so although everyone could see some of her movements, they couldn't see clearly what she was doing.

Zhan Qiaoshan pouted when she heard the words, didn't ask any more questions, and went to do her own business.

After all, she and Jiang Zhao didn't know each other very well, and Jiang Zhao didn't intend to tell the truth when he looked like that, so of course she wouldn't make fun of herself.

Others in the dormitory also withdrew their gazes.

Jiang Zhao silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she doesn't care about being seen by others for the things she is doing now, if people really ask, it will be troublesome to explain each one, and it may attract other criticisms.

It seems that renting a separate room is still necessary.

Leaving these things behind, Jiang Zhao was in no mood to draw a talisman at the moment, so he simply put away his things and took them to study at night together.

After evening self-study, Jiang Zhao did not rush back to the dormitory, but went to Mingxin Pond.

Her current spiritual teacher practice has entered a stable period, mainly to accumulate spiritual power in her body and stabilize her current state.When she has accumulated enough spiritual power, she will be able to open a spiritual eye for herself.

The vicinity of Mingxin Pool was as quiet as ever, and there were not many people around the pool at this time.Jiang Zhao chose a secluded corner, hid behind the rockery, and set up a spiritual barrier in front of the rockery, so that she could sense in advance if someone accidentally broke in, so that she could deal with it.

After making these preparations, Jiang Zhao took out the yellow paper and cinnabar, spread them on the big stone on one side, and prepared to draw symbols.

To draw a talisman, one naturally needs a talisman pen.

There are also good talisman pens worth hundreds of thousands of millions or even higher.If it's close, tens of thousands or tens of thousands can be taken down.

But Jiang Zhao is so poor now that he has to rely on his own tutoring to make money even for food, so how can he afford a talisman pen?
She thought about asking Hong Fenglin to help her buy a talisman pen.

It's just that she asked Hong Fenglin to prepare enough things, and it was not so easy to find a suitable talisman, so Jiang Zhao didn't mention this matter in front of Hong Fenglin.

Anyway, without a talisman pen, it doesn't mean that you can't draw a talisman.

Jiang Zhao looked at the cinnabar and yellow paper in front of him, gritted his teeth, and took a bite on the index finger of his left hand.

The index finger of her left hand was bitten by a small hole, soaked with traces of blood.

A trace of distress flashed in Jiang Zhao's eyes.

The blood of the healer is very precious, and it also involves the luck of the healer himself, so it cannot be used easily.

If it wasn't for thinking that this was the first healer business he had solicited, and he really didn't have any money in his pocket, Jiang Zhao would really be reluctant to spend such a large amount of money.

Of course, spiritual masters seldom use their own blood to draw talismans, and it is more because the method of using blood to draw talismans has long been lost in the metaphysical world, and only some sects with a long history still know a thing or two!
I don't know where the old spiritual master in the previous life collected so many ancient books in the metaphysics world, which recorded all kinds of incredible methods of spiritual masters, but in the end they were all cheap for Jiang Zhao.

(End of this chapter)