As the saying goes, a talisman is a talisman. Although ordinary talismans also have the word "ling" in them, the meaning they represent at most contains spiritual energy or immortality. However, the word "ling" in the yellow paper man in Ji Yuan's hand has a deeper meaning.
When Ji Yuan was holding the Hercules Talisman in his hand, he found that four people behind him had surrounded him, all staring at the Hercules Talisman in his hand.
"Mr. Ji, is this the Hercules Talisman?"
Lao Long couldn't help but speak. Thinking back to the past, when Long Zi mentioned this matter, he only said one sentence, saying that Uncle Ji might also know the spell and could use the spell to create a helper. How normal is this? It would be abnormal if Ji Yuan didn't know the spell. The puppet spell is also a relatively easy-to-use spell. Although Lao Long thought that Ji Yuan's puppet spell might be a little special, he didn't think too much about it. He mostly thought about Ji Yuan's Tianqing Sword Force and Samadhi True Fire.
But look at the yellow paper talisman in Ji Yuan’s hand at this moment. He saw what happened before with his own eyes. Isn’t this too fucking special
Ji Yuan put the yellow paper man in his sleeve and said to the four people.
"It can indeed be considered a magic spell, but it is quite different from the traditional magic spell. The strong man just now is also quite special in Ji's hands. There is no other strong man like it for the time being."
Ji Yuan's words were not false. As he said, it was quite different from the traditional talismans. It could even be said that apart from the appearance, there was no similarity. Instead, it was more similar to the Ruyi talisman.
The Ruyi Fa Qian is also very special. It is similar in shape to the Fa Qian used to commemorate the dead in some local secular customs, or it can be said that it is not even similar in shape, only the name is similar. To some extent, the Ruyi Fa Qian is more like a special talisman.
Anyway, Ji Yuan is not from an orthodox Taoist "school", so he doesn't care too much about such definitions. He just does whatever he likes.
When Lao Long and others heard Ji Yuan's words, they curled their lips. Yes, how could it not be special? It was all done by Fu Shengling.
Now was not the time to discuss talismans. Seeing Ji Yuan put away the yellow paper talisman, the old beggar turned his attention back to his surroundings.
"Mr. Ji, the golden-armored warrior is still here, but the mountain is damaged and the seal is broken. I'm afraid the mountain god is in danger, right?"
The old beggar was very clear about his own seal. Even if those monsters were not simple, to break them, one had to approach or surpass them in attainment of the mountain-suppressing method, which was unlikely; the other was to destroy the mountain, which involved either destroying Pozi Mountain beyond recognition or starting with the mountain god.
Judging from the current situation, although there have been some changes in Pozi Mountain, the damage is not serious. It can only be that the mountain god has been possessed.
Ji Yuan originally wanted to try to use the soul-binding technique, but after hearing what the old beggar said, he changed his mind.
"Maybe, but it may not really die. Let's go to the mountain temple and take a look."
Five people walked in the mountains. The difficult mountain path was as flat as the ground under their feet. A small step could often cover a long distance. Soon they arrived outside the mountain temple together.
There was a yellowed notice on the wall outside the temple. It was a leather document that was nailed to the wall outside the temple. It said the official notice of Daxiu Bian Rongfu was prohibited. It basically prohibited people from passing through Pozi Mountain and even hunters were not allowed to enter the mountain to hunt.
The incident six years ago made the court of the Daxiu Dynasty very nervous. After this incident, the mountain dwellers in Pozi Mountain were forcibly relocated out of the mountain, and even the original mountain road of Pozi Mountain was interrupted. Bianrong Mansion directly prohibited people from entering the mountain.
The mountain god temple was just built without any time to be decorated, and it was abandoned before it even had time to flourish. So in the eyes of Ji Yuan and others, the mountain god temple was a dilapidated scene, with moss and weeds all over the surrounding area, and the gate, which had not been painted, was also covered with traces of mold and insect bites.
With a "creaky" sound, Ji Yuan pushed open the door of the mountain god temple, and the first thing that came into view was the broken statue of the mountain god.
The statue's body is full of cracks, and its face must have fallen off before, but someone put it back together using glutinous rice paste, which makes the mountain god statue look rather scary.
Then everyone's eyes turned to the temple. Lao Long had already walked behind the statue and shook his head with a smile.
"It seems that even in the Daxiu Dynasty, not everyone obeys the government's ban."
Ji Yuan came over to take a look and saw a pile of charcoal behind the statue, as well as various signs of overnight stays. It was obvious that people who went into the mountains would occasionally stay here.
"It's not surprising. People have to make a living, and there will always be people who take risks. Besides, there aren't any evil monsters in the mountains. Some people have done this once or twice, and it may even spread gradually."
As Ji Yuan spoke, he continued to carefully observe the furnishings in the mountain temple. There was nothing to see, but it evoked memories deep in his heart.
The broken statue of the mountain god and the mountain god temple where the mountain travelers stay are very similar to the Niu Kui Mountain of that year.
"Perhaps this mountain god is not completely dead yet."
Zhu Tingtao's words came from the front of the mountain god statue, attracting Ji Yuan and Lao Long to come to the front again. Zhu Tingtao stretched out his hand and took out three incense sticks from the crack in front of the base of the mountain god statue and showed them to Ji Yuan and others.
"In Shintoism, mortals worship gods, and in fact, the gods will also give mortals some enlightenment in return. For example, burning incense is also particular. As the saying goes, incense should be burned neatly. Mortals also pay attention to the neatness of burning incense. Although it is mostly related to the incense and the environment, it is sometimes related to Shintoism."
The three incense sticks in Zhu Tingtao's hand had already burned out. Of course, it was impossible to tell whether they were burned neatly or not, but these incense sticks could bring a mysterious feeling.
Those present were not ordinary little cultivators, but genuine masters. Naturally, they all responded after someone gave them some advice.
Ji Yuan nodded without saying anything more. He kept the order in his mouth, raised his right foot slightly and stepped lightly on the ground.
Before the feet even touched the ground, ripples like water waves were already spreading out.
"Please invite the mountain god of Pozi Mountain to come and see us."
The technique of binding the god was used, but unlike the previous times when it always worked, this time when the ripples filled with the essence of Taoism faded away, the mountain god did not appear before his eyes.
The old beggar shook his head.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Shi has passed away!"
Ji Yuan frowned when he heard that, and looked at Zhu Tingtao, ignoring the surprise on the other's face when he saw the mind-binding technique, and reached out to take a stick of remaining incense from Zhu Tingtao's hand.
"Fellow Daoist, can you lend me your incense?"
After saying this, Ji Yuan concentrated for a moment, holding the residual incense in his hand and casting a spell again. He raised his right foot and stepped down again. Accompanied by the aura of Taoism that could restrain the soul, Ji Yuan spoke again.
"Please invite Shi Youdao from Pozi Mountain to come and see me."
As he finished speaking, a cloud of faint smoke appeared in front of him, just like the smoke from burning sandalwood in a temple, gathering high up in the room, and a strange yellow stone appeared in front of him.
The stone is about the size of a chair and looks like a curled up human figure from certain angles.
“Not quite dead, but not quite alive either.”
"Yeah, but there's still hope!"
"good."
“It’s good to be able to keep these.”
Shi Youdao has almost no consciousness now, but there is spiritual energy condensed in the rock, preserving a trace of spirituality in the stone. Perhaps a hundred years later, as the spiritual energy of the rock gathers and absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, the spirituality will become stronger and stronger, and Shi Youdao will wake up again one day.
"Why don't we place him on the top of the Fox Zhen Mountain, and then we cast a spell to create a formation to help him gather the essence of the sun and the moon, so that he can return to the path of cultivation as soon as possible?"
The old beggar's suggestion was a common practice and also the orthodox way of immortality. Although he also knew that there were evil methods that could help Shi Youdao quickly regain consciousness or even resume his practice, using vicious and evil methods such as blood sacrifice or seizing essence would inevitably cause Shi Youdao to fall into evil ways.
Ji Yuan frowned and said nothing. What flashed through his mind was the stunning glance he had at the "Zhengde Baogonglu" that year. It was a treasure book about land gods and mountain gods. There were also a few words in it that Ji Yuan naturally remembered, and he even composed a Taoist song based on it.
"The yellow stone in the mountains, the sun and the moon give light, the sky gives wind and thunder, the earth gives spirits... All sentient beings come and go in a hurry, born in heaven and earth, return to the mountains and rivers... The small yellow stone, lying quietly in the mountains, is born and raised by the earth, waiting for its own growth, feeling the peaks and mountains, and being attached to the mountains and rivers. When fate comes, it will live and grow~~"
Ji Yuan's voice is like a song, heavy and distant, like a cappella singing that reaches far into the mountains...
A leopard was about to bite a hare, but stopped at this moment. The hare fled a dozen steps in panic but gradually stopped. A tit fell from the sky and returned to its nest. The chicks in the nest, which should have opened their mouths and chirped for food because their mother had returned, became quiet. The animals drinking water by the stream stopped moving. The mountain visitors who risked their lives to collect herbs also stopped moving, and faintly heard singing echoing in the mountains. This kind of situation can be seen everywhere in the mountains.
Pozi Mountain became quiet, as if everything in the entire mountain, from vegetation to animals, was listening quietly. It was a melodious and comfortable feeling.
"Where the spirits gather, the land is long and deep, and the little yellow stones are growing and growing~~"
The last few words uttered already carried a hint of an imperial decree, and an even more obscure mysterious aura flowed into the yellow stone in the temple along with the singing.
Ji Yuan’s Taoist song has stopped, but the melodious and rhythmic chanting still echoes in the mountains, as if the mountains and the earth are singing his words again. What’s even more bizarre is that the singing has actually “come back” and is transmitted back to the temple, along with all kinds of spiritual aura in the mountains, which also merge into the yellow stone of the mountain along with the singing.
Feeling something in his heart, Ji Yuan looked down at the yellow stone mountain at his feet.
"Wake up, wake up, Fellow Daoist Shi, it's time to wake up!"
“Click… Click…”
Fine cracks appeared on the mountain yellow stone, but this did not mean that the stone would completely break, because along with these cracks, the spiritual energy in the stone was gradually increasing.
The four people beside Ji Yuan, including Lao Long, were completely stunned...