Chapter 300: Fuyao, why not strive together with me?

Although this cloth bag's capacity is not considered large, it can still hold an adult.

If one were to say that all of Lin Jue's luggage could be packed inside, it would certainly be a great stretch; after all, the bear-skin blanket gifted by the Hammer Mountain Mountain God alone would take up a great deal of volume, and that thing is incredibly fluffy and comfortable.

However, there is no need to carry these things on one's person.

Even those rare heavenly treasures obtained from the Tu Long Wang that are not so precious do not need to be carried on one's person.

Not to mention that he has now settled down in the capital, with a courtyard inside the city and the Junior Shimei's Daoist temple outside the city, even if he were to go on a long journey again, these things would naturally be carried by the paper donkey.

What truly needs to be carried on one's person are the mother-of-pearl inlaid box gifted by Lady Yao Hua, the ancient books, the medicinal ingredients for refining Golden Core, the wood carving containing the Silver-Eating Ghost, various medicinal pills, the spells he left for his Third Shixiong, as well as other rare items, and gold and silver wealth.

If these things were placed inside, this cloth bag would be more than enough.

Now that he has this cloth bag, he no longer needs to hide them away every time and worry about others stealing them.

And Lin Jue has basically confirmed that this cloth bag certainly does not belong to that thin, tall Daoist priest; it should have been lent to him by the Daoist priests of the Jingyun Temple, and its purpose was to hold women.

The fox sat on the table, sitting together with that plate of silver, and tilted its head to look at Lin Jue, who was holding the cloth bag and talking to himself:

"Good stuff."

After talking to himself, he began to busy himself, putting various things into the cloth bag.

Putting them in and taking them out, taking them out and putting them in.

The fox lay down, staring blankly at him.

After a long while, Lin Jue finally felt at ease, hung the cloth bag by the door, and then took out the wood carving.

"Is your Excellency present?"

White smoke rose immediately, and the Silver-Eating Ghost gradually revealed its form.

It saw the silver on the table at a glance.

"I have kept your Excellency waiting for a long time." Lin Jue bowed and said, then thanked it, "Thanks to your Excellency's guidance, we were able to figure out the purpose of that perpetrator and tracked them down."

"Not at all, not at all..."

"Please, go ahead." Lin Jue said, "Your Excellency will not go hungry for the next half a year or more."

"Many thanks, Zhenren!"

The Silver-Eating Ghost immediately picked up a piece of silver, and the corners of its mouth twitched.

In the past, the silver Lin Jue obtained was at most ten or twenty taels per piece, and there was a lot of broken silver, which was very convenient to eat. Now, this fifty-tael piece of official silver was a bit too large for it.

However, this could not stump it.

It only saw it place the silver by its mouth, just like a human merchant eating very hard dry rations, and with a forceful bite, it bit off a chunk.

"How does this silver taste?" Lin Jue looked at it.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The Silver-Eating Ghost chewed the silver and swallowed it, glanced at Lin Jue weakly, feeling a bit embarrassed, but answered truthfully: "It is fragrant, but not as fragrant as before."

Someone went to great lengths to find food for you, and you still complain that the food is not tasty; it is indeed appropriate to feel a bit embarrassed.

But when Lin Jue heard this, he only nodded, lost in thought.

Perhaps this matter is not over yet at the Jingyun Temple; the thin, tall Daoist priest only counts as the medicine gatherer, the Jingyun Temple only counts as the medicine maker, and there is still the medicine taker. It is just that he does not know if this medicine taker is also the client, or if it was just the medicine maker spontaneously making medicine and offering it to the medicine taker to exchange for other things or simply to curry favor. In short, it is not over yet.

He is still missing the last step, and he took the silver, causing the silver to lose its previous rich fragrance.

Perhaps the officials of the Ministry of Rites, out of some consideration—such as fearing his cultivation and magical power, or out of regard for his or Master Fan Tian Shi's status and reputation—gave him more silver, thereby causing the fragrance to be dispersed.

The reasons for this are too profound, and he cannot be sure.

Not to mention him, even the Silver-Eating Ghost itself cannot be sure.

Lin Zhongxian, who wrote the ancient book, is also not sure.

He only knows that whether it is the Danding Sect, the Lingfa Sect, or even the incense-fire divine path, as long as one can cultivate and can realize the Dao and prove the Dao, they are undoubtedly in line with the truth of the Great Dao. The Silver-Eating Ghost and the Spirit-Origin Pill should all be like this.

If he could understand the profound principles within this, he would have a thorough understanding of the Great Dao behind the Silver-Eating Ghost and the Spirit-Origin Pill. But to achieve this step, he would probably need to be that great Danding expert who created the Silver-Eating Ghost.

However, even if it is only a shallow principle, just simple thinking and a little insight, it can still help him gain a little more understanding of this Great Dao.

The Silver-Eating Ghost finished eating thirty taels and spat out three pills.

Lin Jue did not let it eat all seventy taels at once and spit out seven spirit pills; that would be too difficult for it. He just put away these three pills, intending to give them to the Junior Shimei first, for her and Cai Li to eat.

After the Silver-Eating Ghost returned to the wood carving, Lin Jue did not put it back into the cloth bag, but placed it near the window where it could catch the wind and sunlight, temporarily closed the window, and lit the night-watch lamp.

He sat on the bed, and the ancient book in his hand appeared automatically.

Lin Jue flipped it to the latest page.

"Whoosh..."

Staff-Sending is a method to avoid disasters.

This method is ancient and passed down from the ancient times.

Ancient cultivators were not good at fighting; if they encountered illnesses, knives, or disasters, they often used this method to transfer them to a staff, so that they themselves could be free from disasters and obstacles.

Beginners recite spells and perform techniques, which can transfer their own illnesses and injuries to spirit wood; the severity of the transferred injury or illness depends on the depth of their attainment. Learning further, one can make the wooden staff in hand take on illnesses and disasters for oneself, which can prevent sudden difficulties. Cultivating to a profound level, one can perform the technique with a mere thought; any wood around one's body can be used for transfer, and one can even transfer illnesses and disasters for others.

One cannot transfer the disaster of thunder and fire.

"Spirit wood..."

"Wooden staff..."

"Wood around the body..."

It seems that the attainment of that Qing Quan Zi in this aspect is not shallow; he should have already stepped half a foot into the "profound" realm. He can already transfer disasters to the pillar beside him, but he still needs to recite spells.

If one could transfer illnesses and disasters at will without reciting spells, with no restrictions, that would really be a bit troublesome.

And from the introduction, it can also be seen that as this spell's attainment becomes deeper, not only can it handle larger and more sudden injuries and disasters, but the restrictions it faces also become fewer.

When first learning, one even has to find spirit wood; as the attainment improves, the wooden staff in hand can be used; learning to a profound level, any wood around one can take on disasters for oneself.

If he wants to learn this spell, he certainly cannot just learn the basics.

The basic "Staff-Sending" cannot handle sudden injuries and disasters; it can only perform the spell to transfer them after being injured or falling ill. However, he himself almost never falls ill, and if he were injured and could still survive, he has both the Qi-Sealing Method taught by his Fifth Shixiong to seal the wound and healing pills. This spell has its uses, but they are very limited.

Moreover, spirit wood is precious; using it to bear injuries and disasters is possible, but it is inevitable that one will feel a bit heartbroken.

Therefore, the basic Staff-Sending is destined to only be used for emergencies.

If one wants to learn it, one must learn it to a profound level.

Lin Jue thought so, and his gaze also looked to the end.

"So the weakness lies in thunder and fire."

This is something that must not be easily told to others.

Lin Jue pinched the page and flipped it down.

"Whoosh..."

Soul-Moving Technique is a Yin-Yang spell.

In ancient times, there were stone carvings and bronze statues in front of palaces, temples, and shrines. After a long time, they gradually developed spirituality and souls, and actually became monsters and came to life. Later, someone studied this principle painstakingly and realized the spell.

The statue is sacrificed and refined with secret methods, which can make it move, and moving the soul into it can make it obey orders.

The deeper the attainment, the more harmonious the fusion between the soul and the statue, the more flexible the movement, and the more agile the thinking; the higher the cultivation and the longer the sacrifice and refinement, the stronger the power given to the statue, and the larger and heavier the statue can be; the stronger the soul, the larger and heavier the statue that can be driven, and the more freely it can move.

"It seems that it really wasn't a divine being descending to the mortal realm."

"And this spell..."

It looks like it belongs to the same category as Bean-Carving-into-Soldiers and Paper-Cutting Technique, and they also have many things in common.

Similarly, the deeper the attainment in the spell, the better the quality of the soldiers and generals made, and the power of the soldiers and generals depends on the refiner's cultivation and the length of time of sacrifice and refinement. It also requires a soul to drive it.

It is just that bean soldiers often use remnant souls, while this Soul-Moving Technique seems to only be able to use complete souls.

Bean soldiers can also be used this way, but a complete soul is equivalent to a ghost. Sealing it in a tiny bean all day long, unable to move or speak, is too cruel. After a long time, such bean soldiers are also prone to mutations.

Thinking about it this way, Lin Jue suddenly thought again that perhaps the initial Bean-Carving-into-Soldiers was also like this, and also used complete souls.

It is just that this is, after all, an orthodox Daoist spell, originating from the Bean-Scattering-into-Soldiers used by immortals. After a long time, some people discovered something was wrong, and then studied a method to use remnant souls.

This Soul-Moving Technique does not have that.

If those two guardian martial gods were standing in front of other palaces, temples, or shrines, Lin Jue might still think that they were people who had once received the grace of the ancestors of the palaces, temples, or shrines, or were evil ghost souls that had been subdued. In short, because of various reasons, they were willing to stay in the Daoist temple, either to atone for their sins, to cultivate, or to guard. But since they were standing at the gate of the Jingyun Temple, Lin Jue could not help but feel that they were being forced.

If it is forced, then it is no different from an evil spell.

And by comparison, these three spells each have their own advantages and disadvantages. However, the bean soldiers are the easiest to carry, the Paper-Cutting Technique is second, and the Soul-Moving Technique is completely inconvenient to carry; it is only suitable for being a guardian of palaces, temples, shrines, and caves.

Lin Jue has no intention of learning it for the time being.

It is just that if there is a suitable opportunity in the future, he can hand it over to his Shimei or Shixiong, for example, when a powerful ghost soul happens to be willing to follow and be loyal to them and guard their mountain gate.

Lin Jue pondered, reached out and flipped, saw that there was nothing below, so he flipped back to the previous page.

With a glance from the corner of his eye, the fox was still staring at him.

"What are you looking at?"

The fox heard him speak, tilted its head, and still stared at him, as if it were a silent answer.

Lin Jue thought for a moment, then asked again: "How many characters have you and Xiao Hua learned to recognize?"

But when it heard this, the fox turned its head away, still not answering, and even stopped looking at him.

"..."

This little thing has quite a personality?

Lin Jue thought for a moment and said: "Xiao Hua stays on the mountain with Shimei every day. If you don't study hard and work hard in secret, when you see Xiao Hua next time, you will find that she can already write parallel prose and can pass the exam for Juren and Jucat, while you still don't recognize two big characters."

"Ying?"

The fox then turned its head back, and replied with a serious expression:

"It doesn't study!"

"Is there a possibility that it is lying to you?"

"? No!"

"It tells you on the surface that it doesn't study recognizing characters, but in secret, it is working hard, wanting to progress faster than you, and you are still unaware."

"No!!"

"Anyway, I'm just guessing..."

After Lin Jue finished speaking, he glanced at it quietly from the corner of his eye, then quickly withdrew, said no more, and just pinched the page with his hand.

A voice suddenly sounded in his mind, telling the profoundness of "Staff-Sending".

However, for a period of time in the future, if the events of the previous few days do not lead to trouble, Lin Jue's main energy will still be placed on refining flying swords and carving bean soldiers.

The fox was scratching its head with its hind legs.

And on Mount Feng, in front of the Hongye Temple, a colored civet cat lay alone on the pine branch of an ancient pine, looking lazy, but actually guarding the Daoist temple seriously, occasionally looking up at the mountain.

But for some reason, it suddenly started sneezing. ===== CHAPTER 301 =====