Chapter 9: Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Money

Flower Money?

Li Yan looked at the copper coin in his hand, his brow furrowed.

He liked ancient objects in his past life, so he naturally knew this thing.

This kind of "flower money," also called "victory-winning money" or "folk money," comes in many varieties and has different functions, mostly used for driving away evil and disaster, praying for blessings, etc., and doesn't possess circulation value.

But the coin in his hand was clearly not simple.

Li Yan only held it in his hand, and he could smell a strong scent, like a sharp ice crystal, and it carried a fishy scent of blood.

The scent of incense that the plaque had possessed had completely disappeared.

This thing's scent was very thick, full of killing intent, like a fierce blade.

The previous "Hundred Battles Mighty" plaque seemed to be just its scabbard.

Now that the scabbard was damaged, the sharp weapon was finally revealed.

*Creak~*

Just at this moment, the sound of pushing the door rang out.

It was his grandfather, Li Gui, waking up and coming out of the room.

Seeing this, Li Yan called out "not good" in his heart.

When he suppressed the rebellion on the northern border and pursued them on the ice plains, although his grandfather lost a leg, it was also the greatest achievement of his life.

He knew how much his grandfather valued this "Hundred Battles Mighty" plaque, wiping it often on ordinary days and offering incense to it during every festival.

Now seeing the plaque damaged, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Sure enough, seeing the cracked and peeling plaque, Li Gui was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, but only sighed slightly.

Li Yan asked carefully: "Grandpa, you..."

"It's nothing."

Li Gui waved his hand, then lit his large tobacco pipe, puffed a few times, and shook his head. "It must be that it's been dry these days, causing it to crack. Just find someone to patch it up."

After saying that, he hobbled away with his crutches to go for a stroll.

Looking at his appearance, it didn't look like he was lying.

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief and was also secretly amazed.

Since his father died, his grandfather's mood had always been bad, his temper quite big. Whenever he encountered something unpleasant, he would always grumble.

Why was he so abnormal today?

Of course, he couldn't spare the time to think about it. After tidying up the things, he hurried toward Widow Wang's house...

"Alive is good, alive is good!"

After Widow Wang opened the door and saw him, the first sentence was this.

Li Yan's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Come in and talk."

Widow Wang closed the courtyard gate, led him into the room, and didn't talk nonsense, explaining directly: "We miscalculated yesterday."

"When the Cold Altar Chang Soldiers appeared, their cultivation had grown a notch. They should have swallowed all the wandering ghosts within ten miles, making them even more troublesome."

"I thought you would lose your little life, but I didn't expect you to still be alive..."

"Miscalculated?!"

Li Yan was furious upon hearing this.

The methods of that thing last night were far more ferocious than what the Immortal had said. Looking at Widow Wang's meaning, even if he hadn't made a mistake, he wouldn't have been able to catch the other party.

How could a life-risking matter be turned into this?

Widow Wang's face was bitter, but she didn't say much, knocked the King Wen drum again, sang the God-Inviting Chant, and invited Hu Sangu Hu to appear.

After seeing him, Hu Sangu Hu made another string of gibberish.

Widow Wang explained: "The Immortal wants you to recount what happened last night in detail."

"Also, what kind of magical artifact are you carrying? The fierce evil qi is too strong, making the Immortal very uncomfortable. Stay a bit further away, and don't get close to the red circle."

Li Yan nodded, stepped back a few steps, recounted what happened last night, and took out the three copper coins to ask about their origin.

The little girl stretched her neck to look, her eyes somewhat surprised, and she swung her whisk anxiously, signaling him to stay further away, before speaking gibberish constantly.

Widow Wang listened and translated on the side.

"The Immortal says that the Cold Altar Chang Soldiers are bloodthirsty and cunning, and their origin is absolutely not simple."

"Also, have you offended anyone in your family?"

Li Yan was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Widow Wang explained: "Flower money is a very important kind of magical artifact. Various Dharma lineages and sects, and even the imperial court, will spend great effort to refine them."

"The flower money in your hand has a significant origin. Have you ever heard of Yang Yi?"

Li Yan nodded. "Of course, the name of the God of Slaughter is like thunder in the ears."

During the Daxing years of the previous dynasty, the Golden Tent Khanate invaded, occupying half the country, confronting the Great Daxing from north to south. A hundred years of war caused countless casualties, and many martial arts grandmasters emerged.

Yang Yi was one of them.

He was good at using double blades, had already reversed the innate, achieved the realm of a grandmaster.

There were even folk legends that he had transcended the secular world, realized the true Dao, touched the realm of a great grandmaster, and became the peak of the martial world in that era.

The Two Forms Six Harmonies Blade Technique he left behind is still practiced by many today.

Of course, he was even more famous for his title as the God of Slaughter. He was a general of the Great Daxing Dynasty, once led a lone army into the grasslands, killing until blood flowed like a river, and in his later years, he led troops to suppress the rebellion in Jizhou, slaughtering three cities in a row.

In folk legends, he was simply an evil god.

Hu Sangu spoke gibberish, and Widow Wang continued: "Folk legends are often distorted. Some things are only known to people of the Mystic Sect."

"Although Yang Yi was a grandmaster, he wasn't enough to suppress all the heroes, so he invited 'Treasure-Stifling People' to search everywhere, found a spiritual treasure of heaven and earth, and spent a lot of manpower to forge and refine it, creating a pair of magic blades that could repel gods and ghosts."

"Its cooperation with the Tai Xuan Orthodox Sect at the time scattered the Shaman lineage of the Golden Tent Wolf Country grasslands, laying the foundation for the later unification of the country."

"But these magic blades were extremely fierce. In his later years, Yang Yi was also affected by them, becoming bloodthirsty and cruel. After his death, the Great Daxing Dynasty melted the magic blades, cast one hundred and eight talisman flower coins, and offered them for incense at the Mount Tai God Temple to eliminate the demonic qi."

"This money is called Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Money. The back is engraved with patterns, which is a divine general wearing armor, with small runes around it."

"The other side is engraved with the sun, moon, and stars..."

Li Yan was overjoyed upon hearing this. "So, it's a good treasure?"

"Of course it's a good thing."

Widow Wang listened to what Hu Sangu said and explained: "Although this talisman coin isn't a top-grade item, as long as you gather the three talents of sun, moon, and stars, you can suppress evil and kill spirits."

"But hiding it in the house-protecting plaque is a vicious method!"

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"That plaque was awarded by the imperial court to meritorious people. Even if you want to place flower money, it's mostly for blessing and peace, and it needs incense to be consecrated."

"But the Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Money is refined from magic blades, using fierce evil qi to suppress evil. Hiding it in the plaque and using the qi of incense to cover it is like a needle hidden in cotton, three fierce blades hanging at the door. It's a kind of clever victory-winning method."

"If I'm not mistaken, your family must have few descendants. Since your grandfather, three generations of luck have been affected, all having signs of unnatural death, until the bloodline is cut off!"

"What?!"

Li Yan was incredulous upon hearing this.

This kind of thing involving luck, mysterious and mysterious, if it were in the past, he definitely wouldn't believe it, but the encounters of these days had already made him know that this world possessed mysterious power.

What Hu Sangu said was not wrong at all.

His family had one descendant per generation. According to his grandfather, several sons were born but all died young, and only his father was the only seedling.

His father was a blade-wielder and a prodigal son.

He had a wife at home and owed a lot of romantic debts outside, but he also only had one son, and his death was somewhat strange.

Thinking carefully, his predecessor died inexplicably on a grave at night when he was a child, which was why he transmigrated—wasn't that a sign of unnatural death?

Thinking of this, a killing intent surged in Li Yan's heart. "Does the senior know who used this method?"

"Don't say I don't know; even if you knew, you wouldn't be able to do anything!"

Widow Wang shook her head and advised: "This Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Money would make ordinary sorcerers jealous, but it was used to harm your family. And to be able to play tricks in things awarded by the imperial court—is that something you, a brat, can provoke?"

"Revenge? Save your little life first."

Saying that, she listened to the Immortal's explanation, a glimmer of joy in her eyes, and said: "However, the chance was originally slim, but with this object, the disaster can be eliminated!"

"The method used in the first two days—although the Chang Soldiers didn't fall for it, they swallowed the peach wood in the rooster's belly and collided with your house-protecting object, already damaging their spirit."

"The previous method only works once or twice, not three times. That Chang Soldier will definitely come directly for you tonight."

"Tonight, you hide by the Earth Temple at the village entrance. The incense there is prosperous. If the Chang Soldiers want to approach, they must find a physical body, and they will also be suppressed by the Earth God."

"The Immortal will use a secret method to turn this Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Money into a blade tassel. When the time comes, you can cut off its physical head, and you will succeed in one battle!"

After saying that, the little girl possessed by the Immortal yawned, her nose running and eyes tearing, like a deflated ball, and fell into a deep sleep on the ground.

It could be seen that saying these few words had already exhausted her.

Li Yan naturally had to say goodbye and go back to prepare.

Just after leaving the door, that stench rushed toward him again.

Li Yan covered his nose, looking at those foul-smelling ceramic jars, and couldn't help but ask: "Can these things block ghosts and evil spirits?"

Widow Wang's expression was somewhat bitter, and she shook her head:

"They can't block ghosts, but they can block more terrifying things."

"Also, they can block idle people..."

In the village, large roosters weren't hard to find.

Li Yan's family raised a few, but to prevent his grandfather from being suspicious and asking too many questions, he bought two more from other families in the village.

All were red-crowned and colorful, looking heroic.

Roosters announce the dawn, overcome the five poisons, and folk legends say they can drive away evil and avoid bad luck.

But Li Yan looked at these two chickens and couldn't smell any special scent. The method given by Widow Wang's side didn't use any magical artifacts.

What was the principle behind it?

Although he didn't understand, Li Yan still strictly executed it.

Peach wood branches were pounded, his hair was cut and burned into ash, mixed with millet and fresh blood. He first starved the roosters for a day, and then fed them before the sun set.

And the pit—he had already dug it in the room under the ground while his grandfather was out sunbathing during the day, laid it with oilcloth, and covered it with loose soil.

Not long after, night fell.

Before the hour of the Rat, the entire Li Family Fort fell into darkness, in complete silence.

It would soon be the fifteenth, and the moonlight was bright, sprinkling on the ground like white frost.

Li Yan was in short garments, his legs wrapped, and he tied the chicken to a small tree outside the door with a red rope stained with blood.

Then, he closed the gate tightly and returned to his room.

The loose soil dug out was all piled on both sides of the pit. With a pull on the oilcloth below, it fell down with a *clatter*, burying him.