Tomb Raiders in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 135 Zhang Daoye's Life Experience
Zhang Faqiu was also a little puzzled and asked: "Purple talisman paper? Aren't all talisman papers yellow?"

"You don't know about this general!" Zhang Daoye suddenly yelled: "This talisman paper, which is commonly seen, is naturally yellow, and yellow talisman paper can also carry a lot of spells, but our Taoist sect There are three kinds of secret talisman papers: purple, silver, and gold. Yellow talisman paper can become purple talisman paper if it is enshrined for ten years, and purple talisman paper can become silver talisman paper if it is enshrined for 100 years. How did it appear, Pindao is also a little ignorant, only Immortal Zuo will know."

Zuo Ci glanced at Zhang Daoye indifferently, Zhang Daoye shut up very disappointed.

"What he said is good, but if you want to know how to make purple talisman paper, you have to do almost nothing in those ten years. You can offer one talisman paper every day, and you can only offer one talisman paper at a time, so this This kind of thing is very rare, silver talisman paper, I saw it once in the past, as for the golden talisman paper..."

Zuo Ci's words paused, and landed on Zhang Daoye: "I don't know how to make it either, maybe Zhang Jiao knew that it was something passed down from their ancestors at that time, how could he easily tell others?"

Zhang Faqiu couldn't help but chuckled, Zuo Ci suddenly reached out and overturned the sesame oil, burning the purple talisman paper.

It's really strange to say that the mouse nailed to the table touched the sesame oil and struggled... as if it got up.

Zhang Faqiu thought that he had misread it. This mouse, which was already dead and exuded a foul smell, was given a spell by Zhang Daotian. How could it be possible...to get it?

At this time, the sesame oil was overturned on the table, and the flame not only did not go out, but burned even more fiercely, the whole table was full of flames, except for the mouse nailed to the table, struggling endlessly, as if it really had its own The life of the mouse is the same... and the mouse is covered with sesame oil, but the fire cannot burn the mouse.

The fire on the entire table was burning crazily, and all the scenes in this underground space were presented in front of three people for a while.

Zhang Faqiu's first thought about this underground space is cleanliness.

very clean!

There are various offerings such as incense and incense ash placed around.

Zuo Ci, on the other hand, seemed to have anticipated what the underground would look like, staring at the dead mouse without moving his eyes.

After five or six breaths passed, the mouse's four legs broke free from under the nails, and with a "jump", it jumped up on the table.

A pair of black rice-sized eyes stared straight at Zhang Faqiu.Zhang Faqiu was taken aback, he had never seen a mouse like this before.

There was a sense of sternness and coldness in those eyes, even cruelty, full of humanity.

"What are you waiting for? Offer incense!" Zuo Ci urged from the side.

Zhang Faqiu went in without knowing it, but with a twist, three incense sticks were stacked in his palm, and the incense was lit on the big fire on the table.

Taking advantage of this time, Zuo Ci stretched out his hand to pick on the burning table, and a hole the size of a thumb appeared on the table immediately, Zhang Faqiu understood, and directly inserted the incense into it.

Strange to say, there was a fire on the table, and Zhang Faqiu inserted the incense into the fire, but the incense was not burned to ashes by the fire, but burned slowly by itself.

"Squeak-"

The mouse watched Zhang Faqiu put the incense on the table, the eyes that were fixed on this Faqiu turned around and jumped to the side of the incense, the flame seemed to be unable to hurt it, this weird mouse Standing beside the incense, greedily inhaling the smoke.

The stick of incense burned very fast, and within three or four breaths, it turned into ashes and fell on the table.

The mouse squeaked and screamed cheerfully, jumped off the table and disappeared in the firelight.

Strange to say, after the weird mouse jumped off the table, the fire on the table went out with a "poof".

On the blackened and carbonized table that had been burned by the fire, there was still a trace of temperature, telling everyone that the previous scene was definitely not an illusion.But it actually happened.

"Let's go." Zuo Ci said calmly, "The corpse nightmare on your body has disappeared and has been transferred to this mouse. Zhang Daotian didn't stay here. It should be that he didn't come back here after he escaped last night."

When Daoist Zhang heard this, his face looked like he had eaten the flesh of a dead man. He was a little afraid, but he didn't dare to say it directly. He just looked at Zuo Ci with his eyes: "It shouldn't be, this nightmare technique is as simple as that." resolved?"

"Everything in the world is produced by opposing each other. The nightmare is the most illusory and elusive, but the solution to the nightmare technique lies in this material."

Zuo Ci explained.

"Everything in the world is born in opposition to each other, yin and yang are opposed, life and death are opposed, misfortunes and blessings are interdependent, and the nightmare technique is illusory and unpredictable. The only way to break this technique is to find the raw materials and transfer the nightmare ghost to the place where the spell is cast. on the object."

"I've been taught." Daoist Zhang actually stood beside Zuo Ci with a sincere face, like a junior.

Zuo Ci glanced at Daoist Zhang, and suddenly shouted solemnly: "The Zhang family is going against the grain, inciting the common people, and wanting to establish the so-called spiritual kingdom of cultivation, but in fact Zhang Jiao and others are greedy and in love with the wealth and power in the world. I ask You, are you still obsessed with it?"

Zhang Faqiu's heart skipped a beat, knowing what the old man Zuo Ci meant by saying this, he wanted to recruit a team for himself, otherwise, he would never have said such a tone.

"I..." Daoist Zhang opened his mouth and struggled, "I am a member of the Zhang family after all. If I betray the Zhang family, wouldn't it be forgetting my ancestors and betraying my ancestors?"

Zuo Ci sneered: "Everyone outside calls you Daoist Zhang, what does the Zhang family call you?"

As soon as these words were uttered, the expression on Zhang Daoye's face turned pale by three or four points.

Zuo Ci went on to say: "You are just a descendant of the Zhang family, do you still remember where your biological parents went?"

"You know!" Zhang Daoye, who looked eight or ninety years old from the outside, cried like a child.

"You should know my identity back then, and I naturally know where the Zhang family's concubines went." Zuo Ci said coldly: "Anyone who is a concubine, unless they are very talented, will be regarded as a medicine man."

"Medicine man?" Zhang Faqiu interjected, "What is a medicine man?"

"Medicine people are used to test medicine." Daoist Zhang closed his eyes suddenly, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "There are many branches in Taoism, and one of them is to knock on the door to refine elixir. New pills need to be eaten by someone, and then observe the changes and reactions of these people, this is the medicine man!"

"In the end, the medicine people are all poisonous. Some people are stiff and invulnerable after death, and they will be refined into zombies; some people are festered, and they will be refined into ghosts. The corpses you see The ground and momentum are largely the hands and feet of people in the Taoist sect!"

There was a very painful look in Zhang Daoye's eyes, and he couldn't control his body.

"It's too much!" Zhang Faqiu shuddered for a while, experimenting on animals is nothing more than doing experiments on living people!

There was also a trace of sadness in Zuo Ci's eyes: "Alchemy and enlightenment are a crooked way. In the past, no one paid much attention to it. Only in Zhang Jiao's generation, he became very crazy. Back then, he thought that this matter, Taoist sects began to be divided into two sects."

"Zuo Xianweng, please save my parents, if anyone in this world is capable of saving my parents, it must be you!" Zhang Daoye suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Zuo Ci.

The sound was very loud, and with just three or two strokes, blood was already seen on his forehead.

Zuo Ci sighed: "You also know what Yaoren will become in the end. There is only one person who can save your parents, not me. I don't have such abilities yet?"

"Who is it?" Zhang Daoye blushed unhealthily.

"Only him!" Zuo Ci pointed at Zhang Faqiu with solemn eyes: "I can tell you the truth, he is the burial scripture successor who has never been seen in thousands of years, and the future Tianzun, you are also a person in the Taoist sect. Everyone knows!"

"Ah! Tianzun!" Daoist Zhang turned away suddenly, knelt on the ground, opened his mouth, and looked at Zhang Faqiu in surprise.

Zhang Faqiu understood, nodded and said, "I am the successor of the funeral scriptures, the Heavenly Venerable of this generation."

Daoist Zhang knelt on the ground and solemnly kowtowed to Zhang Faqiu: "I didn't know that the general is the Heavenly Venerable before, what an offense! Zhou Shui'er will definitely swear allegiance to the Heavenly Venerable in the future. If he violates this oath, he will be punished by heaven and earth, and all gods and men will abandon him!"

After saying this, Zhang Daoye suddenly bit his finger and drew a bloodstain between his eyebrows!
This is a blood oath, and once issued, it cannot be violated.

Zhang Faqiu was stunned: "You..."

"I believe in Zuo Xianweng, he will never lie." Zhang Daoye said solemnly, then got up and stood behind Zhang Faqiu, really like a follower.

Zuo Ci glanced at Zhang Daoye indifferently: "This kid's mother's surname is Zhou, and because he doesn't know the Zhang family's lineage, the Zhang family doesn't allow him to be named Zhang."

"So domineering?" Zhang Faqiu felt a tightness in his chest after listening to it. There is no such saying in later generations, but in a big family like the Zhang family that inherits Taoism, the hierarchy is strict, and it is not something you can touch rashly. .

Zuo Ci said: "Call the people down and set the fire on fire. Remember, burn the lychee tree."

Zhang Daoye...it should be Zhou Shui'er. When Zhang Faqiu was thinking of this name, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Daoye who was 80 or [-] years old behind him. He felt that this name really didn't match the old man.

Sensing Zhang Faqiu's gaze, Zhou Shui'er gave a wry smile: "When I was young, my mother gave me such a name when she saw that I was born with fair water and fair skin. Later, I left the Zhang family and became famous, so people gave it to Daoist Zhang. His name, no matter what, no matter what, it’s all a thing of the past, today, I surrender to Tianzun, and there will be no more Daoist Zhang in the world, only Zhou Shui’er.”

(End of this chapter)