Although there was a layer of magic from the land god between us, Ji Yuan could still hear the sounds in the house and the chaotic noise.
"This 'big master', you are not referring to me, right?"
Ji Yuan was also a little puzzled, but at the same time he couldn't think of any other possibilities.
"Sword Intent Post" was created at least eighty or ninety years ago. It contains the sword intent and spirit of Zuo Li, who was recognized as the world's number one master in Dazhen and even in the surrounding countries at that time. It can be said that it was already extremely extraordinary when it was first created nearly a hundred years ago, almost beyond the ordinary world.
To be honest, there are only two people who have had the greatest influence on the Sword Intent Post. One is naturally Zuo Li, the Zuo Kuangtu, who wrote the Sword Intent Post back then, and the other is Ji Yuan. Although many people have passed through in between, Ji Yuan feels that those people have little influence on the Sword Intent Post itself.
The characters on the Jianyi Calligraphy Copybook turned into little monsters, calling him "Master" all the time. It could only be Zuo Li or someone named Ji. But then again, Zuo Li had been dead for nearly a hundred years, and although the calligraphy was extraordinary at the time, it was just a calligraphy copybook.
"So you are calling me after all?"
Ji Yuan looked at the house shrouded by earth spirits with a puzzled expression. Thinking about being surrounded by more than a hundred small characters calling him "Master", he found the scene both strange and funny.
The god of land in the house held up a walking stick, and the fire on it gradually grew from a flame to a flame like a torch.
Even though the visibility in the room increased greatly because of the flames, when the God of Land looked around he saw only walls stained with ink and could not see any signs of any monsters hiding.
The house was so small that everything could be seen at a glance, yet he still couldn't find them. The God of Land knew in his heart that if they escaped, he would not have such an opportunity next time if he was prepared.
"Since you guys still don't come out, don't blame us for taking drastic measures. If you accept so many offerings from others, you should naturally help them solve their problems!"
Wow~~
The flame on the crutch suddenly shot up several feet high. It was obvious that the earth was not joking and was really going to burn down the house.
"You dare!" "You are so brave, old man!"
"Let us out now..."
"Little old man, let's come out!" "Yes, yes, let's come out!"
"I'm not going out!" "Me neither!"
"You'll be burned to death!" "You'll die!"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't burn it, don't burn less!"
The God of Land could only listen to the noise of the monsters and all he heard was a noise that made him feel extremely annoyed. Moreover, there was only thunder but no rain, which meant that there was no sign of rain.
"Hehe, you're still being stubborn, what the hell~~"
The crutch pointed in all directions, and sparks flew out, burning everywhere in the house.
"Ah..." "Wow..."
"I'm going to burn to death!" "Master, help me!"
"Master, help me!"
…
In this noisy and anxious atmosphere, the God of Land shot out flames and was ready to escape underground to avoid being caught in the sea of fire. This fire-controlling technique was not a very magical one. If it was only used to set fires, it would become an ordinary fire after igniting the combustibles. Unless one kept consuming magic power, he would be burned.
But before the God of Land could escape into the underground, he found that the few balls of fire he had shot out were getting weaker and weaker in the air. Before they even touched the wooden walls and frames, they were only the size of sparks. In the end, they went out without igniting anything.
"Um?"
The God of Land was surprised for a moment, then waved his cane again to light the fire in disbelief.
This time the flame went out on its own before it flew more than a foot away from the crutch, and even the flame on the crutch became weaker and weaker, and finally went out completely with a "puff", and the room suddenly became much darker.
"Are these monsters extremely good at controlling fire? No, then they wouldn't have been so scared before!"
While the God of Land was still wondering in doubt, the noise in the house had reached a new level.
"Hahahaha... the old man's magic doesn't work!"
"Wow, hahahaha, that's great, that's great, he can't light the fire."
"Let us out now, you can't burn us anyway!" "Yes, you can't burn us!"
"If you don't let us go, I'll complain!" "Yes, I'll complain, go tell the master!"
…
The God of Land frowned. Listening to the noisy noise, it seemed that the failure of the fire control was not caused by them, so there must be some other special situation.
"I am the village chief of Moyuan County. If there is any expert here, please show yourself to me if it is convenient for you!"
The God of Land held the cane in both hands, bowed to one side in front of him, looked around, and tentatively asked for greetings.
As soon as the words fell, there was a sound in response.
"The local folks in the lane, Jiyuan is here to show you the courtesy!"
As the voice fell, Ji Yuan's figure appeared in the room, just four or five steps away from the entrance.
When the God of Land heard the voice, he turned around and saw a man in white standing not far from the door of the big house. He had long hair and a bun with a jade hairpin. His eyes were staring at him and he was making a bowing gesture.
'Is there really someone?'
"Who are you… "
The God of Land was slightly startled, but before he could say anything doubtful, there was a sudden explosion of voice in the house.
"Master!" "Master!" "Master!"
"ah!"
"It's the master!" "It's really the master!"
"oops!"
"The master is coming!" "Master, help me!"
"This little old man bullies us!"
…
Ji Yuan looked around, and with his Dharma Eyes wide open, he could barely see the roof, walls and other corners of the house. In the places where the ink was darker, there were faint handwriting, and even the fluorescence of the monsters was ink-colored.
"Everyone come out."
Ji Yuan said this lightly. Although his voice was calm, it drowned out all the noise and the room suddenly became quiet.
Afterwards, in the eyes of the Earth God and Ji Yuan, words written in thick ink slowly floated out in every corner of the house and even on the ordinary walls.
Sword, I, self, weapon, iron, intention, sharp, sharp…
There are single words as well as repeated words, with a total of over a hundred. Each word is clearly distinguishable, and each word is very vivid and meaningful.
What’s interesting is that many of the characters are curled and bent, and there is a half piece or a corner of the source ink fragment stuck underneath, making it look like the source ink is being held in the hand.
Ji Yuan smiled bitterly, this was truly a case of "catching the criminal red-handed".
"It's actually words? Can words become monsters?"
The God of Land was so shocked that he couldn't help but blurt out words of astonishment.
All the words were floating in the air, forming a circle around Ji Yuan. Some were horizontal, some were vertical, and some twisted from time to time, as if looking up and stealing a peek at Ji Yuan.
Not to mention the God of Land, even Ji Yuan had never thought that he would encounter such a situation.
After being surprised for a while, the God of Land shifted his gaze from the words to Ji Yuan. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen this man by the river before.
At that time, I thought he was just an ordinary person, so I didn't pay much attention to him. Now I think that the master couldn't see through him. Even now, the God of Land still can't see anything special about him. He still seems like an ordinary person.
As he was watching, the God of Land's eyes suddenly focused on the side of Ji Yuan's clothes. He keenly discovered that there was something in the visitor's arms that was peeking around. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was a paper bird.
As if noticing the gaze of the God of Land, the paper crane turned its head to look at the God of Land, and then shrank back into Ji Yuan's arms.
'Who on earth is this master? Why does he have so many spirits serving him?'
Apparently, the land god recognized that the paper bird was also one of the spirits.
Out of awe, the God of Land solemnly held his staff, bowed, and saluted again.
"I am Huangqiu, a local resident of Moyuan County. I don't know if these strange characters are from masters. Please forgive me if I have offended you!"
"Hehehe, now he's scared!" "Master, teach him a lesson!"
"Master, please make the decision for us!"
"Use the Immortal Sword to kill him!" "No, use the Samadhi True Fire to burn him!"
"No, use the immobilization technique to keep him hanging in the air for ten years!"
"Not enough, not enough, a hundred years!" "Yes, yes, at least a hundred years!"
The words around him became lively again. Ji Yuan could see clearly that the sound actually came from the shaking ink patterns on the characters. Apparently, these characters had become monsters and naturally possessed some special abilities.
With every word of punishment, the God of Land's heart would tremble. These monsters were obviously very simple, and the simpler they were, the more true what they said.
"Quiet!"
Ji Yuan silenced all the voices with just one sentence, and then he bowed again to the God of Land who seemed a little nervous.
"It was because Ji didn't discipline them properly that this happened. By the way, may I ask the landowner here, apart from stealing the ink sticks, can these characters do anything else that could cause harm?"
"No no!"
The land quickly waved his hands.
"These past few days, several wealthy families have come to the land temple to offer sacrifices and offerings, saying that the ink shop has been robbed repeatedly. They hired officials and experts to surround the storehouse but it was useless. They were afraid that ghosts were causing trouble, so I took the offerings and searched everywhere, and that's how I encountered today's incident."
Ji Yuan understood and was about to speak when he heard a noisy noise outside. It was obvious that the owner of the Magic House and others had arrived. So after notifying the God of Land, he took the letter and left first.
When the owner of the magic workshop and his men arrived at the house, they saw the ink ingots that had been summoned out of the ground by the God of Land scattered on the ground, and many of the ink stands had collapsed.
A few miles away from the ink workshop, downstream of the river, Ji Yuan and the Earth God were sitting on the rocks by the river. All the words had flown back to the "Sword Intent Calligraphy", but the calligraphy was not put away, but spread out next to Ji Yuan.
A pile of ink sticks, some complete and some incomplete, was piled next to the "Sword Intent Post", which were the stolen goods from before.
After learning what happened from the God of Land, Ji Yuan felt angry and amused at the same time, and looked at the sword intent post beside him.
"You guys have a sharp eye, picking only the best quality ink..."
Each of these words sounded like "Master" happily, and since he had caught the criminal red-handed, Ji Yuan certainly couldn't play dumb.
And since just now, all the characters in the sword intention post have been silent. They wanted to eat Hao Mo when they saw him before, but now they understand that this thing cannot be eaten casually just because you get it by your own ability. They also understand that they have caused trouble and made the master unhappy.
"Excuse me, God of Land, this is the origin of ink. How much is an ink stick of this quality worth?"
Ji Yuan thought that the production land should be much cheaper, but the land god was obviously very smart and knew what Ji Yuan meant as soon as he heard what he said.
"Mr. Ji, don't worry. What they stole were not finished products. They will be sorted in the end. And this is not even talking about business. It's just that the raw materials are not valuable. Ten cents per piece is enough. For these wealthy people who have already made a lot of money, it's just a drop in the bucket."
"I see."
The God of Land continued.
"Sir, don't worry about such a small matter. I will send a dream to the owners of these ink shops to tell them that nothing will happen in the future. I will also take good care of the magic shops, which will be enough to offset the losses."
This is more than enough to offset the losses, it is definitely a profit for the ink shop owners. The God of Land said this because he had acted too harshly before and almost burned these handwriting monsters to death.
If it were an ordinary monster, it would just die, but now it has a powerful backer, so it can be considered as an active show of goodwill.
It is natural that you cannot ask for good fortune.
"Thank you for your help, God of Land. I appreciate your help! How about this, God of Land, if you have any way to help me get some good ink, I will pay you to buy it."
After hearing this, the God of Land felt relieved and started laughing.
"Hahahaha... Mr. Ji, you're joking. It's not easy to get some good ink. I will get it for you. But why would I ask for your money? Besides, why would I need money... uh..."
"Really? You don't want this either?"
At this moment, Ji Yuan opened his palm, and there was a golden Dharma coin lying there quietly. The Taoist light on it appeared and disappeared from time to time, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary thing.