Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Thunder Wood Bead
Master Xuanguang poured me a cup of tea.
I was really thirsty, so I drank it in one gulp without tasting it.
I feel that my lips and teeth are fragrant, fragrant, and I think it is also a good tea.
It is no wonder that Master Xuanguang is the master of Qingyun Temple, and there must be many big people who honor him.
"Xiaotian, since you have become a Tianyin Master, you will have to deal with some things in the future, I have something for you here."
I naturally know what the "something" that Uncle Shi said, it is nothing more than some evil things such as spirits and fluttering.
At this time, Master Xuanguang took out something from his arms and put it on my wrist.
When I looked at it, it turned out to be a string of beads, similar to jujube wood.
However, the texture is a bit strange, the texture is intricate, black and red, and the black place is as if it has been burned by fire, and the bead does shine with a spiritual luster.
Master Xuanguang looked puzzled when he saw me.
So he smiled and explained, "This is the Thunderwood Bead—"
"Xiao Tian, this is made of lightning strike wood, that is, the trees that have been struck by thunder, and it is a rare material for excellent Taoist magic weapons."
"And it is a thunderwood magic bead that has been polished from jujube wood for 5,000 years, and has withstood the blows of nine thunder fires, containing powerful thunder power, to the yang to the strong, is the nemesis of all ghosts and evil spirits, and the power is huge."
"A total of two magic weapons have been made, a hanging bead and a hand bead, today I will give you the hand beads, so that you can protect you well, and I will be much more relieved if you act in the future."
Hearing Uncle Shi's words, I was shocked, this is much stronger than my jujube wood sword.
Nine thunder fire strikes are quite rare, and they can also be said to be treasured materials.
And it also shows the tenacity of the vitality of this jujube tree.
It is extremely rare for an ordinary jujube tree to be struck by lightning and fire once without dying.
If this jujube tree is struck by lightning and dies once, then the jujube wood produced cannot be called a real lightning wood, although it contains a certain amount of thunder yang energy, but it is a pseudo lightning wood, just like my jujube wood sword.
And this thunder wood magic bead has been hit by nine thunder fires intermittently and does not die, which already shows the preciousness of this thing.
The power of thunder and fire contained in it, even if there is no blessing and worship by Taoist masters, it also has a strong power to ward off evil spirits and drive away charms, and it is the nemesis of all ghosts.
Obviously, the string of thunder wood magic beads in my hand has also been blessed and worshiped by Master Xuanguang for a long time, and its power cannot be underestimated, and it can be said to be a Taoist treasure.
Generally speaking, the treasures in the hands of the master are to be passed on to the disciples.
And Master Xuanguang gave me the Lei Mu Dharma Bead, not only because I am my father's son, but also because he loves me.
Maybe it's because of my special physique, I can feel a powerful energy fluctuation in my hand when I wear it, and my whole body is extremely comfortable.
Just looking at the color of the material is also quite good, and it is also very stylish to wear on the body.
But I can't accept something so valuable, although I like it too.
So he refused, "Uncle Shi, your gift is too valuable, I can't afford it." ”
Master Xuanguang's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "What is valuable or not, you will accept it if you give it to you, where is there so much nonsense." ”
Seeing that the other party was angry, I didn't dare to refuse anymore.
Master Xuanguang's face darkened, it was still quite scary.
Master Xuanguang continued, "Although this thing is good, it is extremely powerful, and when worn on the body, it is easy to hurt the "good spirits" passing by or around. ”
"There are good and bad people, and there are also good and bad ghosts, so don't have bad karma because of this."
I nodded in agreement.
This reminds me of Ah Hong, who died with Wang Erniu, and the other party helped me at the last moment.
Although it was also a relief for her.
But it also shows that there are no absolutes, everything is good and bad, and we can't generalize from partiality.
It seems that the power generated by this thunder wood magic bead is an indiscriminate attack, that is, no matter how good or bad the other party is, as long as he is close to me, he will be hit.
It can only be used when it matters most.
I chatted with Master Xuanguang for a while, but before I knew it, it was getting late.
Under the arrangement of Master Xuanguang, I lived in a small courtyard not far from him.
And to my surprise, I was the only one in this small courtyard, so no one would disturb me if there was anything going on.
The small courtyard is quiet and refreshing, which is exactly the type I like.
I went to my room and fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as I got up, I heard someone calling out to me in the small courtyard.
"Is Uncle Xiao up?"
When I walked out of the yard, I saw that it was Mingjing.
"You're pretty early."
I said with a smile.
Ming Jing pouted and said, "It's still early, we've all finished our morning class, and it's already eight o'clock." ”
"Something?"
I asked.
Ming Jing said with a smile, "Uncle Zhengxuan is afraid that you are not familiar with living in Qingyun Temple for the first time, so let me take you to the dining hall for breakfast." ”
I was a little embarrassed to hear what the other person said.
Originally, I was embarrassed to live in Qingyunguan, but now I have to eat and drink again, and I feel even more uncomfortable.
After all, I'm not a disciple of Qingyunguan, so it doesn't feel good to do this.
I am also afraid of causing dissatisfaction among other disciples and bringing unnecessary trouble to Master Xuanguang.
But since the other party came to call me, if I don't go, I can't say it, so I can only take it as an example.
The hall is in the backyard of Qingyunguan.
Mingjing and I came to the dining hall, where there were already many Taoist priests eating fasting.
After we sat down, Ming Jing went to serve the meal.
After a while, two plates were brought and one was handed to me.
A bowl of porridge, some pickles, an egg.
It is very light.
Actually, I don't like to eat meat, I was born like this, and when I eat meat, I feel sick to my stomach.
So as long as it's a vegetarian, I'm really not a picky eater.
"Uncle Junior, let me tell you, Qingyunguan's best thing is braised eggplant and cold shredded potatoes, you can try it at noon."
Ming Jing said with a grin.
I smiled and said, "Okay, let's see what happens." ”
When everyone heard Ming Jing call me "Little Uncle", they immediately looked over.
However, looking at my appearance is relatively unfamiliar, and I am so young, Ming Jing actually called me uncle, I felt very surprised, and my eyes were full of doubts.
But no one asked, obviously the Taoist priest of Qingyunguan is very good on weekdays.
It is very rude to ask people in person.
After eating fast, after Ming Jing and I separated, we came to the front of Qingyun Temple alone.
There are already a lot of pilgrims and tourists here.
I walked around at will, ready to walk around the Qingyun Temple and familiarize myself with the environment.
Just as I was about to walk towards the gate of Qingyunguan, I suddenly saw a man and a woman walking towards the Cihang Hall as if they had something on their minds.
This middle-aged man has a big belly, wears famous brands, and is obviously a rich businessman, but he should be in his forties, which is considered a successful man.
And this woman, more precisely, is a girl, young and beautiful, with a graceful figure, and she looks like she is in her twenties.
The girl took the man's hand and entered the Cihang Temple.
These two people clearly do not have husband and wife, but their actions are extremely intimate, no matter how you look at it, they don't match.
Cihang Hall enshrines Cihang Dao people, also known as the Thousand Hands Immortal.