assistirfilmes Chapter 89 The Secret Techniques of Incantation
Chapter 89 The Secret Techniques of Incantation
"Hongxiu, I remember there was a paper-making shop on Zhengyang West Street. The shopkeeper knew a little about everything, and he also sold cinnabar yellow paper."
Li Xin looked up and shouted into the courtyard.
"Indeed, there is. I know the old Taoist priest who runs the shop. I heard he is a 34th generation disciple of Maoshan. He is quite famous for catching ghosts, exorcising evil spirits, and finding auspicious sites. My family even asked him to look at the land."
What's wrong, young master? Is there anything you need that old Taoist Qiu for? Actually, actually…”
Zhuang Hongxiu was preparing the medicinal herbs, adding water to boil them. Upon hearing this, she stood up and walked over, her tone somewhat hesitant.
She thought for a moment and then said, "Young master, that old Taoist Qiu probably doesn't have any real skills. His shop isn't doing very well either; he just makes a living by using his words."
"I don't need him to actually have any skills. I'm just thinking of going to his shop to buy some real cinnabar and yellow paper. I'll need them."
Li Xin smiled and saw through Zhuang Hongxiu's thoughts at a glance.
At the time when the Zhuang family was still prosperous, their family business was vast, and their door was always bustling with visitors.
Li Xin didn't need to ask what the specific matter was, but it must have been related to a ritual for the prosperity, good fortune, and blessings of the household.
Moreover, Li Xin could also conclude that the Taoist priest Qiu must have said many kind words back then.
Can you please stop saying nice things?
They come from an official family, and their wealth and status have lasted for generations...
If a Taoist priest who makes a living keeps spouting ominous phrases, he won't have made it out alive.
But coincidentally...
Not long after the kind words were spoken.
The bookmaker has already fallen from grace.
The head of the household was punished, and the property was sold off...
The fact that such a large manor was torn apart by family separation and forced into a life of wandering is ironic no matter how you look at it.
Therefore, it's easy to imagine how strong Zhuang Hongxiu's opinion was towards that paper-making shop on Zhengyang West Street.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
"Just tell Qiao'er and the others to go there."
"It's better if I choose it myself. Young master, you don't know, that old Taoist priest bullies newcomers and might accidentally sell you a fake."
Zhuang Hongxiu was very persistent in this regard.
Li Xin sighed and let her go.
Soon, Zhuang Hongxiu returned, with beads of sweat still on her nose and a slightly wistful expression.
As soon as she entered, she put on a sweet smile: "Young Master, this is Qiu's best cinnabar, and the yellow paper is also top-grade."
She smiled at Li Xiaowan and personally cut the paper and prepared the cinnabar.
"Young master, would you like to draw a talisman?"
She asked curiously.
"I guess so..."
Li Xin had no idea what he was drawing.
But thinking about it, it's similar to the runes in Taoist legends.
Because, it's just one word.
He used Xuan paper to apply ink, and after finishing the painting, he felt that the paper and ink could not bear the weight of the picture.
It is clearly something ethereal and intangible.
Yet it seemed to possess a tangible power.
This time, Li Xin used a new brush dipped in cinnabar to paint more carefully and with greater focus.
After the drawing was finished, even Zhuang Hongxiu could tell that something was wrong.
"Hey, this little plant seems to be coming back to life. It's clearly a character, but why does it look like a blade of grass?"
She rubbed her eyes and said incredulously.
Li Xin stared intently at the picture, finding it increasingly familiar. He felt as if he had seen the character before, and he remembered it.
He thought for a while before confirming and saying, "This should be the oracle bone script character for 'life'."
Ancient characters generally follow the rules of semantic coherence. Their vibrant appearance allows people to feel their true meaning even if they don't recognize them.
Xiaowan, what do you think?
Li Xiaowan, who had been frowning, shook her head slightly: "Compared to the illusory images in the medical books, it seems like something is missing."
She said uncertainly in a low voice, "Maybe my little sister misread it. I just feel like we should change some of the strokes?"
After all, medical books have been passed down for a very long time, and times have changed; what was used in the past may not be suitable for today.
Li Xiaowan was gifted in medicine.
She even realized that medical principles and medicines in different periods must change with the times.
No two leaves are the same, just as no two diseases are the same.
When encountering patients today, we should adapt to the changing times and prescribe medicine according to the individual patient.
"You're right, times have changed." A thought flashed through Li Xin's mind.
In his previous life, he had a wide range of knowledge and had heard many people talk about the failure of inheritance.
That era was the true end of the Dharma era, and all the superstitious things from ancient times were no longer of any use.
Some speculate that this is not because the skill has been lost, but because the environment is no longer suitable.
Li Xiaowan understood this principle at such a young age. Of course, he himself understood it.
So, are the ancient diagrams no longer useful because they lack certain necessary conditions?
Just like the old Taoist priest at Qiu's shop, just like the complete decline of Taoism today, the only thing that can be considered somewhat unusual is martial arts.
However, with the rapid advancement of science, all these problems have been completely annihilated.
"The so-called environment should refer to energy concentration, and specifically a special kind of energy that can be utilized. This has been determined in later generations."
If I replenish this energy, will the word reappear in its original form?
Thinking of this, Li Xin felt slightly excited.
He happens to possess this kind of energy.
That is [faith].
He didn't understand why this power, which originated from the hearts of ordinary people, was something others couldn't control or utilize, while he could truly touch it.
But as long as it works, there's no need to delve into the details.
Pick up the brush again and dip it in cinnabar.
Li Xin quietly immersed himself in thought, separating 0.1 of his remaining 0.3 of his spiritual power and pouring it into the vermilion ink at the tip of his brush.
As the clover pattern of the character "生" (life) was fully formed.
A pure white light flashed on the painting, and the yellow paper suddenly became profound and mysterious. Two exclamations of surprise rang out from the side at the same time.
"He's alive! He's really alive this time!" Zhuang Hongxiu's eyes were filled with shock, and her voice trembled slightly.
"That's the feeling, it even has a bit more weight to it than the pictures and text in the book."
Li Xiaowan quickly moved closer, her eyes glued to the painting.
The painting has indeed changed somewhat; both ethereal and profound qualities appear simultaneously in a single word.
After looking at it for a while, it seemed as if I could see clouds and mist rising above the earth.
It's incredibly amazing.
Li Xin estimated that the annotations written between the lines of the "Huangdi Neijing" were probably illusory images created by a master from an unknown era using supreme wisdom.
Even without any energy attached, it still possesses a strange Daoist charm.
The reason I can sense it is because of spiritual [psychic abilities].
But Li Xiaowan could also sense that it was indeed remarkable.
It can only be said that bad bamboo does not necessarily produce bad bamboo shoots; sometimes, it can produce good bamboo shoots.
For someone of my second uncle's character to have given birth to such a daughter, Heaven is truly kind to their family.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the good fortune to wait until his daughter, who possessed extraordinary talent, grew up.
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