While preparing magic weapons at the same time, the old Taoist prepared the magic weapon steadily and explained to everyone: "Everyone in the world says that yin things are dirty things, but they don't know that this thing is the soul left in the world after a person dies, absorbing the pure evil spirit of heaven and earth, so it is the cleanest. Therefore, this thing is most afraid of dirt, black dog blood, boy urine, and even shit and urine in thatched cottages have the effect of restraining yin things."

"But there seems to be no such things among your magic weapons." Li Qingyu, who was standing next to him carefully observing the old Taoist every move, couldn't help but ask.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "I want to do rituals. I can't make some shit and pee, put it on the table, right? And you can't use those things to fight against evil things, right? Then, after the battle, will this yard still want?"

Li Qingyu thought about the battle, the yard was full of shit and urine, and couldn't help but smile. It was indeed unreasonable.

"Although I don't use those things, my things are even better than those things in the toilet! My wine is not ordinary wine, it is the wine of the King of Hell!" The old Taoist said again, a little proud. If it weren't for the strong Yin things that I was about to face, I would probably start bragging again.

"What is the King of Hell wine? You will go to see the King of Hell after drinking it?" Huangfu Qing couldn't help but ask strangely.

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The old Taoist priest shook his head and said, "I don't know if there is any custom of building a birthday tomb here. The so-called birthday tomb is that before a person dies, he will build a tomb for himself first. After the birthday tomb is built, the owner of the birthday tomb will put two bottles of wine in his hand. There is no need to pay attention to this wine. The rich people put a good wine, and the poor people put a bad wine. It is said that this wine is for the King of Hell to drink. After the King of Hell drinks this wine, he will record the place, and then the birthday tomb will have a real estate certificate in the underworld. Otherwise, he will not be recognized by the King of Hell, and he may be demolished by the King of Hell as an illegal building after the owner of the birthday tomb arrives there."

If the atmosphere on the scene was not too depressing, Li Qingyu had to laugh out loud when he heard the old Taoist priest's words. There was also a custom of building a scorching tomb in his hometown and then putting two bottles of wine in the scorching tomb. There was even a jar of wine or a box. When the owner of the scorching tomb died and the scorching tomb was opened, the wine party inside was drunk by the children of the scorching tomb. Sometimes, people who went to help the funeral would also share it. It is said that after drinking it, it can prolong life and be blessed and longevity.

I only realized today that the wine was bribing the King of Hell and applying for a real estate certificate for Shou Tomb.

"Because this wine was drunk by the King of Hell, it retains the breath of the King of Hell, and can suppress all ghosts!"

The old Taoist probably didn't believe his words, so he said again: "This is what my master told me back then. No one knows whether it is true or not. After all, I have never seen the King of Hell. However, this King of Hell wine is indeed very effective against evil things!"

After saying that, he pointed to the bowl of glutinous rice and said, "This glutinous rice is made of three or four soaked in the sun for seven days, then soaked in the boy's urine for seven days, and then exposed to the sun for seven days. If it is sun, soaked, soaked, soaked, soaked, soaked, and sun, soaked in three or four days, it will be a complete 49 days, and forty-nine days must be sunny every day on a great sun to complete the process."

"It's sunny for forty-nine days in a row. It's hard to find the weather like this, right?" Huangfu Qing said in confusion.

"There is no way. When making this thing, you must pay attention to the weather forecast every day and run wherever you see sunny days. Sometimes forty-eight days have passed, but the weather forecast is cheated on the last day! I almost broke the glass of the TV station several times!" The old Taoist said annoyed.

He pointed to the bowl of loess again and said, "This loess is taken from the Five Mountains of Fengshan. It is a land that was truly enfeoffed by the True Dragon Emperor. It also innately restrains the evil things."

Finally, the old Taoist priest took out five long-drawn talismans from the top of the large wooden box and placed them on the table.

Just when the old Taoist took out the talisman, Li Qingyu was surprised to feel the faint spiritual energy above the talisman!

The old Taoist just put the talisman on the table, but picked it up again, put it in front of him and looked at it. He sighed slightly and said, "This is the manifestation talisman and the suppression talisman. The manifestation talisman can prevent the Yin objects from spreading freely and always condense the original form. The suppression talisman can suppress the Yin objects, and gain a glimmer of hope for me. However, after the talisman is drawn, it has been a long time, so it is naturally more than enough to deal with ordinary Yin objects, but it is not safe to deal with the Yin objects on the small lantern. I would draw a few more talismans on the spot, which is safer."

So the old Taoist took out a small bottle from the large wooden box, poured out some dark red cinnabar in a small bowl, ground it finely, took out a brush, spread the talisman paper on the table, and began to lift the strokes and draw the talisman. The one he drew was the talisman first.

Li Qingyu was very curious about how the old Taoist painted talismans. Now that he had the opportunity to witness the old Taoist painting talismans with his own eyes, he would not miss it. So he not only looked at the old Taoist's movements without blinking, but also released his spiritual sense and secretly covered the old Taoist. Not only did he look at his movements, but he also remembered the way of the spiritual energy in his body in his mind.

After Li Qingyu observed it, he suddenly realized that it seemed that drawing talismans was not very difficult. It just used the spiritual energy in his body to condense it at the end of the pen, and then in different ways of writing, the spiritual energy that was constantly condensed at the end of the pen was integrated into the talisman.

Li Qingyu only saw the old Taoist priest drawing two talismans, and then mastered the key points of drawing talismans. He felt that he could draw talismans too. Moreover, because he was a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training, the old Taoist priest was only two levels of Qi training, which was too far from him, so he felt that the talismans he drew should be of higher grade than the talismans drawn by the old Taoist priest!

However, Li Qingyu is very clear about the principle that it is easy to see things and difficult to do things. Although he feels that he understands it, maybe he didn't notice it anywhere?

So, he didn't say anything, but continued to quietly observe the old Taoist priest's talisman drawing.

Li Qingyu, who had never been exposed to the talisman painting, did not know that the talismans painted by Yu Kunzi Laodao were the most basic talismans, which were very simple. Li Qingyu was also a brain awakener. Not only did he have a strong understanding, but he also had a strong memory. It was not surprising that he could understand the drawing of the talismans that showed their shapes and the talismans in an instant!

Lao Dao was very hard to draw talismans. When he finished drawing the second Victory Talisman, he was already exhausted and sweating. He originally wanted to draw two more talismans, but when he insisted on drawing the first talisman, his hands and legs continued to tremble.

Huangfu Ming felt that the old Taoist was not in good condition, so he suggested: "Master, why not take a break, or let's have a meal first before making a recipe?"

The old Taoist did not say anything, first took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, poured out an orange-red pill the size of a soybean, swallowed it in his belly, and then said, "No! My altar has been placed on it, and after the talisman is finished, the earlier it is used, the more powerful it is! Therefore, we must start the practice now! Fortunately, there is only one talisman that can be used. Brother Nanfeng, bring out the small lantern now and let her sit on a chair."

The old Taoist spoke while regulating his breathing. The time was not long, and his hands and feet stopped trembling. It seemed that the orange-red pill just now could well restore his spiritual energy consumption.

Huangfu Nanfeng did not dare to neglect, so he quickly moved out a single sofa and placed it behind the table, while his wife took out the small lantern.
Chapter completed!