"It's really a sinister aura, but he himself was indirectly contaminated without knowing it, and where it came from, you have to ask carefully later to know."

And if nothing else, this should come from a yin, and the age is probably not short, if she can touch the demon along the vine, her main quest will be completed.

Although Lin Ran didn't say it, she was actually quite interested in the rewards that the system said.

Thinking about it, he chuckled, "This thing is not a evil evil that specializes in harming people, as for the evil spirit, it will slowly dissipate after a long time, but before it dissipates, he will have to continue to be unlucky." ”

Pang Wei thought for a while and said, "If there is an exorcism talisman, keep it by your side for a day or two......" Speaking of this, Pang Wei suddenly suddenly realized, "No wonder Senior Sister said that he is the God of Wealth who came to the door!" When we get back to the temple, we can draw two talismans before it gets dark! ”

Lin Ran nodded. The two bowls of noodles came up, and she tasted it, not to mention, the food in this era still tasted good, especially after gnawing on the white steamed buns for a few days.

……

Brother Biao was not in a hurry to go home, but walked around the street with the two young men again.

Huang Mao couldn't hold back all the way, and asked quickly: "Brother Biao, do you really believe the words of that little liar?" ”

Huang Mao was not convinced, he had just been pinched by that stinky girl, and now his arm was still a little numb, and he couldn't make any effort, and it was really evil.

Brother Biao's face was a little heavy, he had never believed in any ghosts and gods, but there was an old mother at home who believed in Buddhism.

Today, even if they beat the two of them and smashed their stalls, they were angry, but the money may not be fished, and it was troublesome and laborious, not to mention that what the little girl said before was very accurate, and he didn't have a big loss even if he believed it.

Another black-haired young man was much more objective when he spoke, "In my opinion, that little fortune teller may really know some physiognomy, and what Brother Biao's family says is almost the same, as for whether the others are really accurate, this is not necessarily." ”

"It's not necessarily accurate, it's not necessarily accurate!" Huang Mao pointed to the top of his head and sneered: "What disaster can come from the sky?" ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, and Brother Biao and the other young man also looked up involuntarily.

It's a back alley, very narrow, with residential buildings next to it, and it's a little old, and the walls are mottled, dark and damp.

The rusty clothes pole outside the balcony on the sixth floor suddenly fell in front of everyone's eyes, just above Brother Biao.

Brother Biao's pupils shrank suddenly, but fortunately he reacted quickly, and hurriedly took a few steps back, and the clothes pole slammed on the concrete floor, and the loud sound sounded quite harsh.

Huang Mao sat on the ground with a butt.

The stainless steel clothes pole fell from the sixth floor, and even the concrete floor smashed into a shallow pit, which if it fell on people......

Huang Mao didn't even dare to think about it, the whole person was almost stupid, his heart was pounding, and it took a while to find his voice back, but the words he said were trembling, and he couldn't speak: "Biao, Brother Biao......"

The other young man was stunned for a moment, but he came back to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to help Brother Biao who fell to the ground.

Brother Biao flashed quickly, except for being startled, it was no big deal, but when he just fell, his palm rubbed a little skin, but compared to the flowering of his head, this small injury was nothing at all.

After the shock calmed down, he looked at the blood that was slightly oozing from the broken skin of his palm, and thought of the bloody disaster that the little girl said before, and suddenly turned around and went to the stall just now.

"Brother Biao!" Huang Mao shouted from behind, and he didn't care about anything else, so he quickly got up and followed.

But when they returned to the place where the two little girls had set up their stalls, they were no longer there.

Huang Mao swallowed his saliva, thinking of what happened just now, he was still a little afraid, and hesitated for a moment and said: "Brother Biao, those two little girls live in the Taoist temple, why don't we go directly to the Taoist temple to find them?" ”

"No, it's getting dark."

Brother Biao sighed, his mood was a little heavy, and there was a very subtle emotion.

He didn't plan to stay outside directly, he just wanted to go home now.

The two young men looked at each other and said nothing.

Interestingly, when these three people went home, they all looked at the sky with their eyes, for fear that there would suddenly be another high-altitude falling object, and those who didn't know thought there was something in the sky when they saw it.

Lin Ran returned to the Taoist temple and took out all the talisman paper cinnabar that Master Qinghui had used, she smelled the cinnabar, the quality was not good, but at least it was not a fake.

On the way back, the two bought a bottle of liquor, Lin Ran mixed some liquor in cinnabar, dipped it with a brush and drew it on the yellow table paper.

There are many kinds of runes, if it is an ordinary person, even if the rune is drawn according to the gourd to draw the score, it is just a piece of waste paper, only when the rune is drawn into it, and then with the effect of the rune itself, it is useful after it is really formed.

In addition to the talent of drawing talismans, it takes many years of hard work, but even so, in this era, the success rate of talismans is extremely low, and people who are particular about drawing talismans also fast, bathe and burn incense before drawing talismans, and adjust the state to excellent.

Lin Ran is not so many rules, direct luck under the pen, like a cloud of water in one breath drawn, the stroke of the stroke is smooth, there is no pause, after the last stroke falls, the whole charm seems to exude a faint purple light in the sunset.

Pang Wei on the other side was also drawing talismans, but her speed was slow, and after she finished drawing, the rune paper was still the same rune paper, except for some more cinnabar runes on it, there was no change at all.

Apparently this talisman is invalid.

Pang Wei was accustomed to it, but after catching a glimpse of Lin Ran's achievements, her eyes suddenly brightened with surprise, "It's a purple talisman!" Oh my God, this is the first time you have drawn a purple rune, even our master, it is rare to draw one! ”

The talisman is also divided into three, six, nine and so on, as long as it becomes a talisman, there is a layer of Taoist spiritual light emerges, the highest grade is the golden light, followed by the silver light, and then the red light, followed by the purple light, followed by the yellow light, the lowest grade is the white light, if there is no talisman, naturally there is no sound.

The deeper the mana, the higher the quality of the talismans, and the stronger the effect will be.

The Tao is born from the heart, and in this era of the decline of occult arts, the level of mana mainly depends on the state of mind.

The original owner is just a little Taoist aunt who follows Master Qinghui to practice, even if her qualifications are not bad, but in the end, the mana is low, not to mention the low success rate, even if it is drawn, most of them are white runes, and it is very good to have one or two yellow runes.

Pang Wei was surprised, but Lin Ran didn't care, drawing talismans was like a commonplace for her, no matter how she used to eat this mouthful, in order to draw a good talisman, she was beaten by the old man's palms, and the ring ruler was pulled off one by one, and her hands were beaten red and swollen, but she had to endure the pain and continue to draw.

But after suffering so much, it was finally rewarded, and Lin Ran later reached the realm of raising the pen into a talisman.

Now is not the time for her strength to be at its peak, but it is more than enough to draw a purple talisman.

Pang Wei couldn't hold the purple talisman rarely, Lin Ran smiled and said, "You can draw it if you practice more in the future." ”

The two of them drew for a while, and when it was dark, they washed up and rested early.

Lin Ran had a good night's sleep, but Brother Biao was not so relaxed.

Later, he kept an eye on the top of his head on the way home, and finally had a safe journey, and when he actually got home, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the wife was cooking in the kitchen, the eldest daughter had not yet gotten off work, and the house was a little dim.

There was a Buddhist shrine next to the living room, and the old mother had just given the Bodhisattva incense, and she talked to him with a little sadness on her face.

"Fangfang has a fever again, I took her to the clinic during the day to hang up the water, and now the fever is gone, I don't know what will happen tomorrow, this disease has been back and forth for half a month, you see Fangfang has lost a lot of weight, and tomorrow I will take her to the big hospital in the city for a full body examination to see what is going on."

Fangfang is Brother Biao's youngest daughter, on the first day of junior high school this year, a very lively little girl, half a month ago the night had a fever, Brother Biao thought it was a small cold, took her to the small clinic next to her to hang water, the fever was subsided, but the next day it burned again, sometimes good and sometimes bad again and again.

Brother Biao took his daughter to the city hospital for an examination before, but he couldn't find the problem, he took a lot of medicine but it didn't work, and he tossed for half a month, not to mention Fangfang's crime, they adults were also worried when they looked at it.

Brother Biao nodded and said yes, and went to the youngest daughter's room to have a look.

The little girl was already asleep, her face was pale, and the back of her hand was full of needle holes with water pokes, and Brother Biao was distressed to see it.

During this time, I don't know why, the family took turns to get sick, and at first they thought it was infected by their youngest daughter's cold, but everyone else slowly got better, but Fangfang's illness did not improve.

He looked at the palm of his frayed hand, and remembered Lin Ran's words again.

The relatives at home are sick and sick, and it is not good......

Didn't you mean his daughter?

Thinking of this, Brother Biao was a little upset, and he was absent-minded all night, and finally fell asleep, and had nightmares again and again, and when it was almost dawn, the little daughter really burned again, burned so that her mouth turned white, and she kept talking nonsense.

The wife and eldest daughter took turns to take care of them, and the old mother wiped her tears in distress.

There was a barefoot doctor living in this building, and Brother Biao hurriedly knocked on his door, and the barefoot doctor was used to this kind of thing, so he came directly to give the child an injection.

Usually, if the child has a fever and a cold, just take some medicine or go to the clinic to get an injection and hang up water, and I won't care too much.

The barefoot doctor saw that the back of the child's hand was bruised and purple by the needle, and he couldn't bear it, so he persuaded: "Go to the big hospital to check, the child's immunity is so low, you have to know what the reason is, otherwise a small illness will drag on and on." ”

"I went there a few days ago, but the hospital couldn't find out the reason."

Brother Biao shook his head and sighed, sent the doctor out, and when he went back, he looked at his haggard little daughter, his heart was numb, he smoked on the balcony for a while, and decided to wait for dawn before taking Fangfang to the central hospital.