In the blink of an eye, August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The month and seven days that Zhang Xiaoyi came to this world was also the night of the full moon, the first Mid-Autumn Festival in this world.

The Mid-Autumn Festival represents a reunion, and now he is destined to be unable to reunite.

Zhang Xiaoyi picked up his homesickness and could only live in this world and his parents and family in this world.

After eating moon cakes at night and soaking in the bathtub to enjoy the moon, they went back to their respective houses and should go to bed.

Originally, there were lanterns tonight, Haozi and Xiaobai wanted to take Zhang Xiaoyi to go, but Zhang Xiaoyi didn't go, the two of them packed up and changed their clothes neatly to go shopping for the lanterns, and Zhang Xiaoyi chose to study at home.

"Soul Suppression Talisman, suppress powerful ghosts with golden light, and use the divine power of the Emperor of Heaven to dispel demons."

After studying at his father's place every morning for the past few days, Zhang Xiaoyi finally learned the knowledge of talisman today.

In fact, the talisman is also one of the many Taoist spells, and the user can use the power of the talisman to slash demons and drive away evil spirits, and solve disasters.

Fu Gong represents "Fu" and "Gong", which are two things and should not be confused.

In the past, Zhang Xiaoyi thought that the talisman was a thing, and it was a talisman to draw with cinnabar.

After listening to my father's explanation this morning, I realized that a charm is a charm, and a urn is a urn.

The charm can be a suppressive summon that borrows the power of heaven and earth, and is an extension of the user's spell.

The urn represents a kind of certificate, and if you want to use the urn, the user must first receive the urn. In this way, when using the urn, you can do whatever you want and dispatch all kinds of gods and spirits.

It's very complicated, and Zhang Xiaoyi is now in a state where he seems to understand but doesn't understand.

He was fascinated by the "Book of Talisman Spells" given to him by his father.

I've been looking at the history of this world for the other day, as well as some poems and songs.

After a few days of study, this kind of book has no effect on Zhang Xiaoyi.

I'm not here to be a writer and historian, so what's the use of studying those things.

It is enough to know the general historical trend, understand the major events that happened in some dynasties, and then familiarize yourself with the literary works of this world.

He is more willing to study things about spells, after all, it is about the safety of his life, how can he not pay attention to it?

It wasn't until after three o'clock that Zhang Xiaoyi put down the book and lay on the bed to repeatedly recall the knowledge points in "Fu Gong Spell".

In general, the most obvious difference between the talisman and the urn is.

The words and symbols on the symbol can be recognized by ordinary people, such as "the imperial decree general is here", "the imperial decree suppresses the soul", "thunder and evil slashing" and the like, no matter how crooked and messy the painting is, you can probably know that it is a word.

The points and lines are drawn on the basket, although the horizontal and vertical lines are also words together, but the one you can't understand is the urn.

There are differences and connections between the charm and the urn, which can be used separately or together.

There was a mess in his head, and this was the knowledge he summed up overnight.

It's a pity that I can't draw it now, I have no mana and no aura, so I can only understand it first.

After a few days of exercise, as well as the assistance of medicinal baths, Zhang Xiaoyi's body has changed very significantly, and the muscles on his body can be separated from edges and corners, although it is not too obvious, there will always be progress.

Close your eyes, and imagine that if you have a successful spell in the future, you can also kill the Quartet, which boy doesn't have a fairy dream, who doesn't want to be able to fly with a sword.

The first step has been taken, and the next step is to take every step steadily.

Early the next morning, August 16th.

In the morning, Zhang Xiaojia began to teach fist and foot moves, it was still Zhang Xiaoyi who moved their physical strength, and Zhang Xiaojia stood aside while guiding and explaining the new Taoist knowledge.

Today I'm talking about Dharma instruments......

Knowledge should be learned little by little, and the road should be taken step by step. For the two and a half novices, each new knowledge is a boost in their way forward.

After breakfast, the grandfather got dressed and continued to set off towards the Shen family.

Today is the last day of the Shen family's spiritual suspension, and they will be sent for burial this morning.

After today, the Shen family's business will be completely completed.

"You two don't have to do anything else today, just follow me."

"Okay Dad."

Zhang Xiaojia explained today's process to them while walking, mainly to Zhang Xiaoyi, Haozi has experience.

"The Shen family will definitely be very chaotic today, and there are many people, and the mourners who came over today, as well as those who have condoled before, will come. The more people there are, the more we have to show our professionalism and not go wrong. ”

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaoyi nodded, the deceased is big, and he knows it, so he has to show professionalism today.

Since the day before yesterday, he has begun to make up for the funeral culture of this world, after all, it is led by his father, he will follow, and he doesn't have to do anything, Zhang Xiaoyi is confident that he will not drop the chain.

Zhang Xiaojia is also relieved that his son has changed a lot, and he is indeed more stable than before.

The daughter-in-law said in the morning that her son was so obedient and that he was old, and he discussed that he knew a lot of people, so he asked himself to find out if there was a girl to be out of the cabinet, and give his son a blind date or something.

"It's been a busy day." Zhang Xiaojia sighed, and said to Zhang Xiaoyi and Hei Haoqin: "When the banquet is over, Haozi, you two will go back first." ”

"Aren't you going back, dad?"

"After taking a job, the Song staff of Baihu Street wanted to move the grave, so let me help find a place."

"Why do you want to move the grave?"

"During this time, the Song family's business was not good, and I felt that it was a problem with the ancestral grave."

The money of the dead is easy to earn, and they can earn a sum when they are buried, and some families can earn another sum after the burial.

"Okay."

"Eh, old man and young master, look, there's a business grabber over there." Hei Haoqin interrupted the conversation between father and son, pointing to a tea stall on the side of the street.

The two looked back,

I saw a young Taoist priest sitting at the tea stall, looking at the Taoist priest, I didn't feel a little funny. What Haozi said, what is it called robbing business, do you really think that your peers are enemies.

"Dad, where is this Taoist priest, have you seen it?"

Zhang Xiaojia shook his head, "Looking at the noodles, it shouldn't be local." ”

There is no Taoist temple in Xianlai County, there is a City God Temple in the north city, and there is a Dragon King Temple in the west city, and there are a few old documents in it to take care of the incense.

There are many Taoist temples outside the city, usually on the mountain.

Zhang Xiaojia has lived in Xianlai County for many years, not to mention knowing the monks and Taoists in Xianlai, and he can talk most of them.

For example, the monk who grabbed business with Zhang Xiaojia in the Shen family last time had to call him Brother Zhang Dao when they met.

"Look at what you see, grab business from anything, it's a bit of a door."

"Oh."

Haozi was reprimanded, there are a lot of monks in the Immortal Dynasty, and it is strange that there is no place where there is.

The Taoist priest was very delicate, in his twenties, dressed in a white Liuyun Taoist robe, elegant and noble, as if he did not eat fireworks in the world.

With beautiful eyebrows and peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, I am afraid that it is not the immortal of the immortal gate.

Zhang Xiaoyi guessed, he felt that his guess was really right.

The Taoist robe he wears is different from the folk Taoist temple, the general Taoist robe of the folk Taoist priest is yellow, red, purple, and black, either embroidered Tai Chi or embroidered gossip, just like Zhang Xiaoyi They wear.

And this buddy is dressed like the male protagonist of a Xianxia drama, and his temperament is not like a mortal.

He sat at the tea stall and drank tea, holding a large tea bowl but elegantly as if he was tasting the rain before the Longjing.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, he raised his head and looked at them.

Wan Er's smile made their grandfather shudder, especially Zhang Xiaoyi, who felt that this smile was almost in their bones.

Crispy ......

"Whew."

"Let's go!" Zhang Xiaojia pinched the meridian trick to him, and even if he said hello, he was sorry, and pulled his son and Haozi to leave in a hurry.

It's not because of anything else,

What Zhang Xiaojia was afraid of was that I had a reaction to his smile.

It's horrible!