When the old man's eyes naturally fell on Han Li, the muscles on his face twitched, and he clasped his fists hurriedly and said: "The junior listener, my nephew, said that there is an expert coming to our door, but I didn't expect it to be a Nascent Soul cultivator like Senior! It’s really rude to go out to greet you.”
The only elder of the Tianfu Sect had a respectful expression on his face.
When Yue Zhen and other foundation-building monks heard what the old man surnamed Wen said, their hearts were shocked, and the last trace of doubt they had had completely disappeared, and they looked at Han Li with even more awe. Nascent Soul stage monks are really unattainable existences for today's Tianfumen.
"I was just entrusted by someone to send something here, so there is no need to be so cautious." Han Li paused for a moment without changing his expression, and then said lightly, "This thing has been in my hands for some years. , Now I happen to have something to do in Huayun Prefecture, so naturally I have to return this thing. This kind of thing was given to the head of the noble family by name."
As he said that, Han Li slapped his waist with one hand, and a square bone box appeared in his hand, and he placed it on the table in front of him.
The old man surnamed Wen was startled when he heard the words, but immediately turned around and said with interest: "Nephew Yue, you have also heard what the senior said, go over and see what the senior brought? If it is really something lost by our sect, I will Naturally, I will thank my seniors again."
"Yes, Uncle Master." Yue Zhengong replied in a respectful voice, then stepped forward a few steps, took the bone box with both hands, and opened it curiously.
A few bone fragments engraved with petty characters in the box suddenly appeared in the eyes. "This is?" Yue Zhen casually picked up a piece in surprise, and looked at it carefully.
Han Li smiled without saying a word.
"Spiritual talisman! This is the method of making spiritual talisman! The handwriting on it belongs to Uncle Yun!" Yue Zhen exclaimed in surprise after only a few glances.
"Senior Brother Yun? Are you reading that right?" The old man surnamed Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became serious.
"Absolutely. Uncle Yun's handwriting is still hanging in the head's study. How could he admit his mistake when facing him day and night?" Yue Zhen said without thinking.
The rest of the monks also looked stunned.
"That's right. Fellow Daoist Yun asked me to hand over this item. The spirit descending talisman is one of the three secret talismans of the noble family. It can't be wrong." Han Li said noncommittally.
"Of course it can't be wrong. It's just Senior Brother Yun who I met before. I hadn't condensed the golden core back then. Senior Brother suddenly disappeared without a trace on the way to work overseas. In the blink of an eye, there has been no news for decades. , Senior Brother Yun is alright?" the old man surnamed Wen asked with concern.
"It should be fine. In fact, it was a coincidence that I met your head. Decades ago, I encountered the same experience as your head. At that time, I..." Han Li explained the matter of the ghost fog and the dark place , I roughly talked about it, and naturally related to myself and the Yinming Beast Crystal and other things that should not be leaked, it was vague and did not mention a few words.
"It's unimaginable that there is such a dangerous place in the world! No wonder, many years ago, monks disappeared inexplicably along the coast from time to time. It turned out that it was the ghost fog." The matter of using mana, I took a breath.
"That's right, Mr. Han barely escaped after a lot of effort. The item in this box was given to me by your head to return it to your family. However, I am quite interested in the way of making talismans. After studying the method of refining the descending talisman, you fellow Taoists won't be offended, right?" Han Li said with a smile, his eyes flickering a few times.
"It is already a great favor for the senior to return the method of refining the spirit talisman to our sect. How could we have such ignorant thoughts. Although there is indeed a saying that only the head of the sect can master the spirit talisman, if It wasn't the senior who returned this thing, and even the secret technique has been lost, so naturally there are no rules." The old man surnamed Wen said with respect.
Yue Zhen also said yes again and again.
"Fellow daoists are so open-minded, Han is a little embarrassed. But the things have been delivered, and I will forget about a wish, so I will leave now." Han Li nodded in satisfaction, and immediately stood up. Come.
"I haven't repaid the kindness of seniors, why don't we stay in our sect for two more days, so that we can show our friendship as a landlord." Although the old man surnamed Wen was very happy to find the spirit talisman, he was still happy. What he paid more attention to was to establish some relationship with this expert who suddenly fell from the sky, and said in a hurry.
Among other things, as long as someone knows that they can make friends with a Nascent Soul cultivator, the status of the Tianfu Sect will immediately rise sharply among the small sects. Maybe even a big trouble facing him can be resolved safely.
"Sit down for a while longer!" The corner of Han Li's mouth curled up, revealing a half-smile expression.
"Isn't Senior Han interested in the way of making talismans? Among other things, there is still some research on refining talismans. The ancestors in the school have also collected many classics about talismans. If seniors If you don't dislike it, you can take a look at it, and give me some guidance by the way." Yue Zhen rolled his eyes and said suddenly.
"Tale-making classics!" Han Li was slightly startled when he heard the words, and pondered for a while, feeling a little moved.
After the old man surnamed Wen stayed for a while, he nodded again and again in agreement.
"Okay, I'm really interested in talisman-making, so I'll stay in Guimen for a few days." Ever since Han Li learned the spirit-falling talisman, he was also very curious about the talisman-making secret technique of Tianfumen. After thinking about it, he finally nodded.
"That's great! It's an honor for our sect to be able to stay, senior. Would you like to rest for a while, and see you tomorrow..." The old man surnamed Wen said cautiously with a smile on his face.
"No need, just take me to the Sutra Pavilion now." Han Li shook his head. With his current cultivation, as long as he meditates while reading a book, the mana consumption on the way will naturally recover.
"Well, Nephew Yang will take Senior Han to the Zangshu Pavilion of our sect. You must fulfill all your orders, Senior." The old man surnamed Wen was overjoyed, and hurriedly told a middle-aged monk.
"I obey, Uncle Wen. Senior Han, please follow me." The middle-aged monk agreed respectfully and Han Li nodded, and followed him out of the hall.
"I really didn't expect Senior Brother Yun to be trapped in such a ghostly place. No wonder he disappeared so strangely back then. It's a blessing for our sect to recover the spirit-sedition talisman." The old man surnamed Wen waited for Han After leaving the hall for a while, he sighed and said.
"However, if we can take this opportunity to make friends with this senior Han and let out some rumors, it will definitely be of great benefit to our sect. Among other things, at least the current market problems can be solved easily." Another person who has never spoken The monk said slowly.
"With a Nascent Soul cultivator as the backer, the Lingfeng Sect will naturally retreat three feet. Even the Shayang Sect will not offend the Nascent Soul cultivator for a small square city. It's just that I heard Senior Han's tone just now, it seems to be in a dark place It’s just that the relationship with Senior Brother Yun is mediocre. As the other party, how can he help us for nothing. We just want to give away treasures and force the relationship, and there is nothing in the door that can enter the eyes of Senior Han. What a pity." Yue Zhen murmured with a wry smile.
"This is really tricky." The old man surnamed Wen also said with a frown.
After the other monks in the hall looked at each other, they also showed worried expressions.
At this time, Han Li followed the middle-aged monk to an inconspicuous attic.
This attic is divided into three floors, and the whole body is covered by a layer of light blue prohibition. When Han Li entered the first floor with the middle-aged monk, there was an old man sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a jade slip in his hand, as if he was checking the contents of the slip.
"Senior Nephew Li, come here and meet Senior Han." The middle-aged monk saw the old man, and immediately ordered him bluntly. At the same time, he turned around and explained respectfully to Han Li: "This Senior Nephew Li is responsible for taking care of the old man. The Sutra Pavilion is very familiar with all kinds of classics in the pavilion."
At this moment, the old man seemed to have just been awakened from the slip by the middle-aged monk's voice. He hurriedly put the jade slip away, jumped up swiftly, and ran over.
"It turns out that Master Yang has arrived, but my nephew didn't come out to meet him, and I hope that my master will make amends. This is Han...Senior Han!"
The old man's face was wrinkled, his eyes were small, and there was a trace of roundness in his eyes. After smiling apologetically at the middle-aged monk, but when he took a peek at Han Li, his voice trembled for an instant, and his face froze.
"Martial nephew Li?" After seeing the old man's face clearly, Han Li was stunned and his face was full of strange expressions.
"Why does senior recognize this disciple?" The middle-aged monk was surprised and couldn't help asking.
"It's nothing. This fellow daoist really looks like an old acquaintance of Han, but upon closer inspection, it's not the same. It seems that Han has identified the wrong person." The strange color on Han Li's face disappeared quickly, and he smiled faintly. Said.
"Hehe, that's how it is. Senior should just meditate here alone. Martial Nephew Li, you don't need to tidy up here. Come out with me." The middle-aged monk naturally wouldn't believe this, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. Instead, he twisted and gave instructions to "Nephew Li".
"Yes, my nephew..."
"No need. Since this fellow Taoist knows a lot about the classics in the attic, I still have something to rely on. Let him stay with me for a few days." Han Li said with a sudden chuckle, and at the same time there was a deep meaning in his eyes. Glanced at the old man.
"Cough...Since the senior ordered so, the junior will naturally follow. Nephew Li, your chance has come, you must obey Senior Han's instructions." Although the middle-aged monk was a little suspicious of the performance of the two just now, this "Nephew Li "Being able to spend a few days alone with a Nascent Soul cultivator really made him extremely envious. Aside from other things, a few random pointers might benefit a low-level monk like them infinitely.
However, Han Li's words meant to see off the guests, so he didn't dare to stay here any longer, and after a few more instructions to the old man, he backed away with a trace of doubt in his heart.
Han Li saw the back of the middle-aged monk disappear from the attic, turned to look at the old man, and revealed a deep smile.