Chapter 5: Technique book

"Spitting out energy.

"A method commonly used by spirits and ghosts.

"Once things in the world attain the Dao, original energy is born in the body. Spitting it out has its own effects."

Lin Jue held the book and read it in a low voice.

"Because this method does not require practice or learning, and naturally spits out the original energy in the body, it is the most commonly used technique by mountain spirits, wild monsters, evil spirits, and ghosts. Also because mountain spirits, wild monsters, evil spirits, and ghosts are of different types, and their ways of attaining the Dao and their good and evil natures are different, the original energy in their bodies is different, so the effects are not equal.

"Some spit yellow energy, which can confuse people's minds; some spit black energy, which can cover people's eyes; some spit gray energy, which can make people fall asleep; some spit white energy, which can treat illnesses and save people.

"Those with great power spit smoke into clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

"If a person cultivates and attains the Dao, they can also spit energy, mostly spitting white energy, with many wonderful uses. If one does not cultivate, there is also a method of forced spitting, which spits out yang energy, which can only burn yin ghosts, has no other use, and hurts the body and reduces life."

This is the last sentence.

Lin Jue was shocked in his heart.

Could this be a book recording techniques?

Subconsciously flipped back.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of flipping pages in the silent room.

The moment his fingers touched the page, a faint light that was hard to detect appeared on the paper, and at the same time, Lin Jue's gaze couldn't help but become blurred. The subsequent flipping of pages was just inertia, and the final gaze only saw the next page of the book, which was still blank.

But there were words in his brain.

"Heaven has five spirits, all things are formed...

"Monsters are those that rely on essence and energy..."

Like words, but not like them.

If it were words, it wouldn't distinguish between male and female, and there would be no sound, just like reciting an ancient poem in his own brain, or the tone of voice when he talks to himself in his brain.

If it were not words, there would be distinct words and sentences, even like information converted from someone's oral narration.

"Spirits and ghosts spit energy, mostly yin energy and ghost energy. As long as the cultivation is not high, mortals can fight with their own blood and will, and there are often winners...

"People with cultivation spit energy, besides spitting original energy, they can also practice techniques, making some changes to the original energy to obtain different effects...

"..."

This voice detailed the method of spitting out energy.

Except for spirits and ghosts who naturally know how to spit energy, which was not detailed here, whether it was people with cultivation spitting energy, or mortals spitting energy in a hurry, it detailed the specific methods very completely, and some insights and experiences were also told. Even for mortals spitting energy, it specifically urged that if it is not a critical moment, it must not be used easily.

Even if Lin Jue knew nothing about this path, and didn't understand most of the nouns, he understood some of it.

Can one spit energy without cultivation?

And it was only after getting the information in the book that he knew that the reason why he was dizzy and confused was not only because of the tension all night, but also because he was weakened by the monster's spitting of energy, and he needed to rest quietly.

This is actually a technique book!

Just don't know where this book came from.

Could it be that there is some origin?

Lin Jue thought for a while, but didn't remember for the time being.

But why did this technique appear?

Could it be that he suffered that monster's spitting energy method last night?

"..."

Lin Jue gradually came back to his senses, holding the book and looking at it back and forth, but only this page had words.

It only recorded this "Spitting out energy".

There was nothing else.

And such a book, don't know how many empty pages, obviously there is more than just this spitting energy method.

Lin Jue couldn't help but continue to ponder—

How can he make it show more?

Where to find cultivation techniques?

There is a Three Aunt Temple in the village, dedicated to the Three Aunt Gods, which is said to be quite effective. He also knows the temple keeper, but she is just an ordinary widow in the village. After losing her support, she went to manage the temple, usually cleaning the temple and wiping the statues. If there is incense money, she takes it to buy rice and vegetables, cut meat and tear cloth, which is considered the care given by the clan elders of the Shu family in the village. In fact, that woman doesn't know any magic, and doesn't have any supernatural powers.

At least in Lin Jue's cognition, it is like this.

Thinking and thinking, he thought of what happened last night again.

That monster doesn't know what it is to this day, but after dealing with it all night last night, it seems that it is not much different from people, and even after thinking about it carefully, it is more interesting than many people he knows in this village.

How many spirits and ghosts are there in this world?

Are they all like this?

Or are they strange?

How many of those strange stories are true and how many are false?

Thinking messily, he finally fell asleep.

Until he was woken up by his aunt to eat.

For an ordinary family, having just suffered an illness, the food is naturally extremely simple. But knowing that Lin Jue went to the Wang family ancestral hall in Heng Village last night and spent a night with spirits and ghosts, and returned today looking a bit listless, coupled with the thirty taels of silver given by the Wang family, which can be considered to solve the urgent need, his aunt still cooked a pot of fish porridge and boiled an egg for his uncle for him, letting him nourish his body.

"Aunt, don't worry. Today, of these thirty taels of silver, twenty taels are the reward given by the Wang family, and ten taels are the medicine money given by Wang Granduncle. Wang Granduncle said that my uncle's illness is all borne by them."

"People are just being polite, how can you take it seriously?"

The woman already had obvious old age, her wrinkles were already many, and her brows were even more tightly locked.

"Wang Granduncle has always loved to do good deeds, and attaches great importance to reputation. Not to mention that there are descendants serving as officials in the capital. Since he promised, he will not easily break his word."

"Mother is right, how can you pin all your hopes on others?" His cousin beside him also said, with a thin black face, "If this money is enough to cure the illness, that would be the best."

"That's true..."

Lin Jue lowered his head to eat, which was considered recognition.

Then the two urged him that such things must not be done in the future, and some words about carrying the Lin family's hope and giving his father an explanation, and he just listened silently.

Still a bit dizzy...

But with a change in the family, where is there any quiet cultivation?

His cousin ate the fastest, and after eating, he went to serve his uncle. Lin Jue took the basket and sickle and went out to cut grass.

Cutting grass is to feed the cow.

It is naturally not the Lin family's cow, but the village's cow.

It is also not whose family's, because except for the Lin Jue family in the upper reaches of Jiyang Creek, the rest of the village counts as one family. Strict clan filial piety and family ethics bind them together, and they cannot be cut apart. Letting the Lin family cut grass to serve the cow is like letting that widow be the temple keeper of the Three Aunt Temple, which is the kindness of the Shu family and their care for them.

Lin Jue doesn't think there is anything about cutting grass.

Anyway, he is idle, what is not doing?

It's just that he is a bit weak today, and his thoughts are constantly wandering in his brain, so he didn't cut fast, and only filled the basket when his waist was sore, and walked back.

Someone saw him on the road, a group of children.

"Eh! Scholar Lin!"

"Who? It's really Scholar Lin!"

"Scholar Lin, didn't you say you were going to the Wang family ancestral hall in Heng Village that is haunted? Did you go?"

"Which day are you going?"

Before Lin Jue answered, he heard another voice behind him:

"Lin Jue."

Lin Jue turned around with the basket and saw an old man leaning on a staff standing behind him, looking at him with worry: "Heard you didn't come back last night, did you really go to Heng Village?"

"Went."

Lin Jue had to answer truthfully.

"Went to the ancestral hall?"

"Went."

"How is it? Did you encounter anything?"

"Shu Granduncle..."

Lin Jue looked at this village elder, who was the one who told him many strange stories, and also the one who guided him to the Wang family ancestral hall yesterday. He paused for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally sighed and said:

"There are really monsters in the world..."

This sentence, full of emotion, hides a brand new understanding of the whole world.

And this only happened overnight last night.

"Did you really encounter it?"

The old man saw him like this, and also looked at him with great emotion: "If you encounter it, you encounter it. The world is big, and there is nothing strange. Don't be afraid, especially don't scare yourself, rest more, there is nothing!"

"Shu Granduncle..."

"What?"

"You say, since there are monsters in the world, are there immortals? Are there cultivation and magic?"

"Of course there are immortals! Without immortals, what have we been worshipping for so many years?" The old man answered without thinking, "As for the high people and magic you mentioned, when you walk out, after a long time, more or less, true or false, you will always see some, it depends on how you distinguish them."

Meaning there are.

"Then where can these high people and magic be seen?"

"This depends on fate."

"Depends on fate..."

"Why do you think about these? Don't think so much, at your age, studying hard is the right path. In other places, many people want to study but don't have your conditions."

"Yes..."

"Go back and rest, don't get tired."

The old man clearly saw the fatigue on his face, mostly just thinking that he went to Heng Village with a burst of spirit, but like those drunkards and gamblers who went to Heng Village with temporary boldness, when he found that the ancestral hall really had ghosts, his boldness leaked, so he ran back in a panic, so he reached out and patted his shoulder to show comfort, and walked past him leaning on his cane.

By the way, he called away those curious children.

Lin Jue also left with the grass on his back.

Until dinner time, a team of people entered the village.

The visitors were from Heng Village, all surnamed Wang, some carrying stinky mandarin fish, some carrying cured meat, some holding a pot of wine in one hand, some carrying food boxes, and some holding a piece of cloth. Passing the lower bridge pavilion at the village entrance, walking up along the small stream and many residential courtyards, crossing the upper bridge pavilion, until the Lin family.

Don't know how many people cooling off were disturbed.

If it weren't for the lack of lights and red flowers, I would have thought they were coming to propose marriage to someone in the village.

After asking carefully, I learned that the Lin family child went to Heng Village last night, stayed in the ancestral hall at night, not only stayed for a night, but also persuaded the monster that had been making trouble for many days to leave. This is the Wang family coming to thank him. ===== CHAPTER 6 =====

If not for the lack of lanterns, hanging ribbons, and red flowers, one would have thought someone had come to the village to propose marriage.

Upon careful inquiry, they learned that the Lin family child had gone to Heng Village last night and stayed overnight at the ancestral hall; not only did he stay for the night, but he actually persuaded the demon and ghost that had been causing trouble for many days to leave, and this was the Wang family coming to express their gratitude.