There are talented people from generation to generation, and once the phoenix talisman comes out, it will be like a beast.
This world is full of wonders. This is the first time Songwan has heard that human blood can surpass spiritual stones and elixirs and become flesh-and-blood elixirs. However, she has become such a piece of Tang Monk flesh, but no one knows about it yet.
Thinking about it, a string of black lines appeared on Songwan's forehead: "Master, are you kidding me?"
"Monks don't lie." Shide replied seriously.
"Then when do we start?" No one was in a hurry, except Songwan, who was about to be bled. She was a little anxious. She wanted to know what her blood would be used for.
"No hurry, no rush, the time has not come yet, the time has not come yet." Shi Zhizhi stroked his gray beard incomprehensibly.
"Huiren, Hui'an, take a few benefactors to the Zen room to rest, and I will prepare some things to deal with the big evil." After saying this, Shili ignored everyone, stood up alone, and staggered out of the hall. Two monks followed him out.
, I don’t know where I went.
"Several donors, please come to the Zen room to rest." Two little Shani came forward to ask.
"Apeng, go kill the chickens and cows, and recuperate yourself first for your sister Wan." Ouyang Jingsong remained stubborn and had an old mouth.
"I said Grandpa Ouyang, aren't you afraid that the master just now will throw you to feed the evil?" Song Wan said teasingly.
"Don't you see that the old monk will use us when the time comes? I'm afraid he won't do anything to us now." After saying this, Ouyang Jingsong saw that everyone looked contemptuous and left.
From a distance, especially Songwan's talking eyes, he was clearly saying I don't know you.
"Stinky girl, what's that expression on your face? You'll suffer from it for a while." Ouyang Jingsong felt that he was despised by the two little kids, so he fought back in a shameless manner.
Everyone was chatting and making trouble all the way to the Zen room. Xiao Shani in front opened the door. It was very clean and spotless, and the decoration was very simple. There was a bed, a few stools, and a set of coffee tables on a coffee table.
There was a tea set, and there was a big word "Zen" written on the wall behind the bed, which made Song Wan feel a little lost.
"Mei Wan, what's wrong with you?" Apeng noticed something was wrong with Song Wan and shook her.
"I don't know. I always think that the character is so beautifully written. It's like a swimming dragon or a floating cloud. The strokes are vigorous and powerful. It's hard but soft. It has a Taoist charm that makes people get lost in it." Song Wan's eyes were a little confused.
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Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong looked at each other and saw shock and understanding in each other's eyes. They saw that this room was specially prepared for Song Wan.
Song Wan stayed alone in this Zen room, while everyone went out to find their own place to live.
After everyone left, Songwan couldn't help but feel a little empty. Looking at the Zen character in the middle of the wall that was bigger and thicker than herself, she gradually fell into deep thought.
She saw an old monk splashing ink with a pen that was bigger than a broom. He wrote big Zen characters on the special paper. The thick ink was smeared and outlined lightly, but the old monk frowned.
, not relaxed at all, it seems that he is not very satisfied with those words.
Songwan saw the old monk writing Zen words over and over again. Day by day, time flew by, as if years, decades, and hundreds of years had passed. Songwan also followed him through the long river of time, and the last word came.
The old monk said, "We must succeed."
Songwan was also inexplicably nervous. She watched the old monk's last Zen character being formed in one stroke. The old monk took the pair of characters and hung them in the middle of the wall behind the bed. It was where Songwan saw it. The old monk was full of words.
He turned around with a smile on his face, and time seemed to pass by him, conquering the city. In an instant, the old monk grew long sideburns and a gray beard, but his skin still looked like it was when he was young.
Song Wan was surprised for a while. This person was none other than the old monk Shide. The picture in front of her was exactly the same as the person she had just seen.
"Little friend, don't panic." Xi De took a step forward, sang a Buddhist chant, grabbed Song Wan's left hand, and lightly scratched it with his right hand. Song Wan didn't feel any pain, but her left wrist felt slightly warm.
It's just slightly cool.
Song Wan lowered her head and saw that her blood donation was pouring in. In an instant, half of her three souls and seven souls flew away, "You, what are you going to do?"
"Haha, take the blood here and draw the talisman. When the time comes, the donor can just go with us. This Zen character is a small world created by me. It can keep you safe. The little donor will give everyone in the world peace. Afterwards, I will send
The little benefactor is a blessing." Song Wan stopped struggling when her face was kind and peaceful.
Song Wan felt that her body began to slowly become colder, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, her thinking was a little confused, her head felt dizzy, and then she leaned against the wall in a daze and fell asleep.
Songwan, who felt that she had fallen asleep, had returned to reality again. Looking at the majestic Zen characters in front of her, she no longer felt that confused, and she no longer dared to be confused.
Song Wan remembered the scenes and experiences she had seen before, and quickly looked at her left hand. There was no scar, but she felt weak all over. She really wanted to have a good sleep. The sky was dark and the sky was falling. She didn't want to wake up.
However, when she was about to fall asleep in a daze, she suddenly saw the figure of an old monk appearing among the Zen characters on the wall. The old monk held a huge talisman in his right hand and landed it in front of the bed.
Pushing, the golden talisman hit the wall and merged into the Zen character.
Songwan thought she was dreaming, rubbed her eyes, and saw that Shi De was indeed in front of her: "You..."
Before Song Wan could ask, Shi De said first, "There is more blood of the little donor. I promised that I will give the little donor a good fortune, but I just have to wait until the things here are over. The little donor can have a good rest. In this room, except for that
The word Zen, nothing special."
Although Shide said this, Songwan knew that she was not dreaming just now, and she would never dare to sleep. Just kidding, who knows what will come out of the wall next time? It's not folk magic, so what?
Transform into a living person?
Although Songwan was very nervous, she just glanced at the talisman she had picked up in her hand. It was very complicated and she couldn't understand it. She just felt a sense of intimacy, like a phoenix bird roaring up to the sky.
"Little donor, do you think that talisman seal looks familiar?" Shide seemed to be able to see through what Song Wan was thinking.
"Yeah," Songwan nodded heavily.
"That one is called the Phoenix Talisman. It is an incomplete talisman passed down from the ancient times. It was partially completed by the heroes in this world, but it is still incomplete. In my eyes, you are different, and you are destined to have a closer affinity with this kind of talisman.
You will have more contact with me in the future
If you understand, you will naturally understand that after so many eras, those spells completed by heroes may not be more than what you can appreciate in a moment of enlightenment." Lost words are like a pebble falling into the middle of a lake.
Songwan's heart was filled with ripples.
She didn't know who she was. Grandpa Ouyang should know something about it, and the eminent monk in front of her definitely knew it. Judging from the master's appearance, he definitely didn't know anything, but she wouldn't ask if the master didn't tell her.
No matter how hard Song Wan could figure it out, was she a goddess? The God Realm had long been destroyed, so was she a princess of some kind? Then why did her tribe not want her?
Since she couldn't figure it out, Song Wan simply stopped thinking about it. She was too lazy to think so much. She only knew that she was picked up by her master and brought up by her master. Her master is God.
Songwan, who was sleeping deeply, did not see the anxious eyes outside the window, which were fixed on her.
"Is this child a teenager this year?" Shide stood quietly next to Qingshui. He seemed to blend into the environment. It was so harmonious that no one would notice that there was someone standing there and would definitely forget about him.
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Qing Shui once asked Shi De why he couldn't feel his presence. Shi De replied that this is called returning to one's original nature, and those who practice deeply will eventually experience this step.
Qingshui once asked Shide whether there is a world of gods. Shide's answer was that there is a world of gods, but the passage has not been opened. For more than ten thousand years, no one knows what happened in the world of gods. These ten thousand years have passed.
For many years, no one has been able to ascend to the divine realm, no matter how amazing they are.
"What was that talisman just now?" Qing Shui then remembered.
"That is the phoenix talisman made from the blood of little benefactor Songwan mixed with various rare materials in the world. As soon as the phoenix talisman came out, all the beasts were impressed. The phoenix is the supreme being of heaven and earth. Even this little benefactor, Lao Na, couldn't see through it.