Chapter Twelve: Picking Herbs

  Chen Jiu looked at his first divine ability and couldn't help but feel a little stunned. His first divine ability was actually the Seal of Talismans.

  The art of Fu Seal, people generally think that the Fu Seal is just a small trick, but in fact, the art of Fu Seal is one of the most orthodox great ways between heaven and earth.

  What is seal script?

  Seal script is the true writing of the great Tao, it is the writing of the great power that observes heaven and earth, feels the changes of heaven and earth, and imitates the infinite laws and principles.

  Each of the seals corresponds to a great Tao, and each seal has the power to shake heaven and earth, move mountains and seas.

  The common saying goes: "Drawing talismans without knowing the trick, ghosts and gods laugh; drawing talismans with knowledge of the trick, startles ghosts and gods to jump."

  The main emphasis of drawing symbols is two points: one is sincerity.

  The diviner, in harmony with the yin and yang, is the only one under heaven who can use it. If sincerity is not complete, then naturally it will not be effective. Therefore, it is said that I unite my essence with the essence of heaven and earth and all things, and I unite my spirit with the spirit of heaven and earth and all things. The essences are attached to each other, the spirits depend on each other, so even if one uses only a piece of paper as small as an inch, to summon ghosts and spirits, they cannot but respond.

  Second is the talisman of fortune. It requires the person writing the talisman to have internal alchemy skills, and when writing the talisman, release their vital energy onto the tip of the brush, allowing the talisman to absorb the practitioner's vital energy.

  With the essence of Tao, spread it with simple ink, and meet the essence of things.

  "The seal script is just a form, it's the vital energy attached to it that makes it work."

  So, drawing talismans is not just about imitation, but also requires endless magical powers as a supply. Only talismans with magical powers can take effect.

  Chen Jiu watched the divine powers of the talismans and couldn't help but applaud, praising: "To absorb as fetal breathing and use as a gateway, this is truly the essence of the Taoist method. It's all due to deep karma and predestined causes that one can attain such knowledge and smile with joy. The crimson talisman is originally spiritual, its wondrous uses are fully embodied in the gateway."

  Chen Jiu stroked his chin: "Cinnabar, the brush for drawing talismans is not present, but what's most important for drawing talismans is the practitioner's magical power. I will infuse my own magical power into it, using my finger as a brush. The vastness of heaven and earth, where can't I draw talismans? Why be limited to just one piece of paper?"

  "Alas, the most important thing in drawing talismans is to understand and comprehend the strokes, otherwise it's just skin-deep and not substantial, what you'll end up with is a fake talisman."

  After finishing speaking, Chen Jiu closed his eyes and slowly savored the endless wonders of the symbols, sometimes directly scribbling on the ground at random.

  This art of Fu Seal is not easy to practice, day and night, Chen Jiu returned home after the big gate did not go out, two doors did not step, every day at home pondering the art of Fu Seal, even a bit want to enter the devil's barrier, do not go mad do not become a demon.

  During this time, Pangzi and Zhong Shu came over twice, but seeing Chen Jiu so serious and absorbed, they didn't disturb him much.

  Baozi was a restless person and someone who was not content with being ordinary. Not long after getting married, he took one-third of the family's property to do business in the city.

  Don't underestimate this one-third of family property, it's a share of the wealth that those counterfeiters left behind, and it's a huge sum of money that's well-deserved.

  The sun rises and the moon sets, half a year's time has passed like this. August is the season of harvest, with clear skies and refreshing air, people's faces are filled with smiles, the harvest is in, who would still cry?

  Chen Jiu finally woke up from that demonic state, a thousand years in an instant.

  Chen Jiu's thoughts were immersed in the space where the heavenly way was, and the time inside was different from the outside world. He didn't know how many years had passed, but he knew that he had a preliminary understanding of the Fu Seal technique.

  Looking at his disheveled body, Chen Jiuyi smiled: "Cultivators are all light and quick, unsoiled by dust, but I'm about to become a beggar myself. It's been many days since I last bathed, fortunately I don't have a beard, if I did it would be even more disheveled."

  No need to rush the cleanup of the body, feeling the law power in the body becoming more profound and solid, the divine seed of Shun Tong condensed, eyes curved into a crescent moon: "Not bad, not bad, in this state, unexpectedly seven or eight times faster than usual cultivation, only unfortunately, this state is hard to come by".

  After finishing speaking, he came to the well water, Chen Jiu's hand emitted a strand of spiritual power, his right hand slowly stretched out, looking very slow, but it was fast to the extreme, in the blink of an eye, a mysterious symbol had already formed.

  Emptiness is paper, Dharma power is pen, in a breath of time, it's as if heaven has created.

  A column of water burst out from a deep well, instantly wrapping Chen Jiu's sloppy body inside, spinning continuously.

  After about a dozen breaths or so, the power of the seal dissipated, and Chen Jiu's body was spotless, without even a hint of moisture.

  "This is really a great skill, it's simply a must-have divine tool for home travel."

  If someone knew Chen Jiu used the symbol magic like this, they would have to chop him to death to vent their anger.

  After taking a look at the rice in the house, it was almost gone. This was largely thanks to Chen Jiu's qigong practice, which had solved most of his physical needs. Otherwise, the rice jar would have been empty long ago.

  "Although cultivators can eat clouds and drink dew, if they don't have food to sustain their bodily functions, they'll still starve to death. Being able to survive on just air is something only gods can do, not ordinary people." Chen muttered to himself as he picked up the two copper coins and walked out of the courtyard.

  Looking at this house with a hint of novelty, Chen Jiu walked up and knocked on the door.

  Before long, a soft and sticky voice like glutinous rice cake was heard: "Who is it?"

  "It's me, Chen Jiu."

  The door creaked open with a "creak" sound, and a girl's face with a Jiangnan flavor appeared: "It's Ninth Brother, please come in quickly".

  Chen Jiu didn't move: "Is Fatso at home?"

  The girl shook her head and moved aside: "My husband has gone out on business."

  Chen nodded and indicated that he understood, then reached into his sleeve and pulled out the two strings of cash, handing them to the girl: "Next time when Fatty comes back, have him help me buy a few more catties of rice."

  The girl looked at Chen Jiu: "Ninth brother, won't you come in and sit for a while?"

  Chen Jiuyi smiled and turned away: "No, I still have something to do."

  Chen Jiu was indeed in trouble. Since waking up, Chen Jiu had discovered that his usual repair speed was as slow as a snail. At this rate, it wasn't just achieving greatness that was impossible, but even breaking through to the second heavy sky was unknown when it would happen.

  "Hey, Uncle Liu, going up the mountain to gather firewood?"

  "Xiao Jiu, it's been a while since I've seen you. Where have you been running off to these days?" The voice was rough and loud, clearly belonging to a straightforward country bumpkin.

  Although he is called Liu Bo, Liu Bo is actually not old, on the contrary, he is still young, only in his twenties, but he has a pit father's name "Liu Bo".

  "I went to the mountains for a trip a few days ago, who knew I got lost, and just came back."

  After finishing speaking, Chen Ji took out a machete and cut off a branch in front of him, then put the branch into his backpack behind him.

  It's not that Chen Jiuxian has nothing to do and wants to go up the mountain to cut firewood, but rather Chen Jiuxian wants to go up the mountain to pick herbs. However, when it's time to go up the mountain, he discovers that one of his medicine baskets is missing. Fortunately, everything can still be made in time. Weaving a backpack is somewhat challenging for Chen Jiuxian, but not to the extent that he completely doesn't know how to do it.

  After parting with "Liu Bo", Chen Jiu walked alone on the mountain path, constantly selecting branches, and after cutting down one branch, he put it in his backpack, then took out the water bottle and sprinkled a little water.

  The branches were almost enough, Chen Jiu didn't return to the village, and directly lit a bundle of fire on the mountain, weaving medicine under the firelight.

  If it were ordinary medicine, Chen Jiu could just casually put it in his backpack, but if he wanted to make a breakthrough and use the medicine for that purpose, then it wouldn't work. Every day, the medicinal properties would be lost, and only special methods could seal the medicine to prevent its properties from being lost.

  Streaks of light flashed through Chen Jiu's hands, and small talismans were branded onto the branches. Strictly speaking, this medicine had already broken through the limits of ordinary objects and could be called a magical instrument.

  The artifact is not something that can be easily cultivated, and artifacts are not everywhere. If Chen Jiu's kung fu was not special, how could he have refined an artifact so easily?

  Looking at the medicine in his hand, Chen Jiu suddenly had a cramp in his brain and casually put the seal of refining demons and collecting demons on it.

  Looking at this ugly medicine pot, Chen Jiu shook his head: "Don't ask for good looks, as long as it's usable, it's fine."

  This is absolutely self-consolation.

  Put down the medicine basket by hand and started daily homework, closed his eyes, and the mana flowed continuously between one breath.