Chapter 308: The Art of Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers "This is where?" "Who? Who are you?" "This is where?" "Who are you? How dare you enter my dream?" In his dream, Hua Daoren looked at a little ghost wearing brown clothes and a brown hat with a round ball appearing in front of him, and asked in surprise. But the little ghost was floating in the air, just looking at him seriously, and still said: "This is where?" "This is naturally my cave, the Flower Mountain Cave Heaven!" The man in the flowery robe was a little annoyed, "You little brat, you are so bold that you dare to run into my dream and act wildly." I get angry when I say this. However, the little ghost was fair, cute, and very weak, looking only about four or five years old. I was afraid that whether it was a monster or a god, few would want to deal with it as soon as they saw it. But the little devil was timid. When he saw him angry, his eyes widened and he disappeared in a flash.

The dream gradually shattered. On the stone bed in the cave, there was a floral mattress and a floral quilt that the younger generation had just presented as a gift. For no apparent reason, a large spotted dog began to kick its four legs, as if it was running wildly in a dream. Not long after, the spotted dog suddenly stood up and rushed towards the stone wall of the cave without stopping on all four legs. The spotted dog stopped only when it reached the stone wall. He bent sideways, raised his hind legs and scratched his head. After a moment, he stood up, pointed his hand, and the flowery robe next to him flew over and was automatically put on him. This is the art of dressing. He learned this from other demons several decades ago. "What is this?" Hua Dao Ren stood there, thought for a moment, shook his head, let it go, walked back to the bed, snuggled into the remaining warmth, and continued to sleep. …… On the right side of Hongyeguan, the branches of a small tree are shaking. The tree is already lush and leafy, but beneath the branches and leaves are clusters of tender yellow and red fruits that are ripe. The junior sister stood on a tree branch, without even holding on to the branch, yet she was able to stand steadily. She was holding a basket and carefully picking cherries. The cherries are so soft and tender that you have to be very careful with them. Even when you pinch them with your hands, you dare not use force. They seem to tremble when you hold them in your palms, and you have to be gentle when putting them into the colander. Another Taoist priest was standing under a tree, holding a basin of water in his left hand and making a sword-like gesture with his right hand, as if he was casting a spell. I saw the branches and leaves of the cherry trees shaking, and the invisible magic power made the bright yellow and tender red cherries fly down in a line and fall into the basin of water. Each one uses his own methods and shows his magical powers. A white fox as big as a cat was playing and frolicking with a colorful civet cat, chasing each other in the wind. The mountain wind became even louder. The maple trees on Fengshan Mountain and the bamboo forest behind the Taoist temple all made rustling sounds due to the wind blowing in the cave.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the strong wind. The two people, a cat and a fox, turned their heads to look at the same time. There is a dark cloud in the distance. As expected, there was a rainstorm followed by strong winds, which caused the fight between the white fox and the colorful cat to move from outside the Taoist temple to inside the temple. Lin Jue had no choice but to sit cross-legged in the Moving Mountain Hall, either meditating and practicing, or thinking about and comprehending magic, or just doing nothing, holding a bowl of cherries, eating them while watching the rain outside. Junior sister is not afraid of wind and rain, and sometimes practices sword dancing in the rain. Sometimes the two would discuss practice and magic. For several days in a row, the sea pressed down on the bamboo branches, which then lifted up again; the wind blew over the mountain corners, making them dark and bright again. When the heavy rain washed away the spring and the sun came out again, it was completely summer. Lin Jue also summoned the paper donkey again, took the fox, went down the mountain and staggered back to the capital. After entering the house, the courtyard wall is clean. I don’t know if it was washed away by the rain or if the two of them haven’t written any poetry recently. When he walked into the yard, Wu Lingshi happened to be visiting. He was talking with Master Fan by the lake. Wu Lingshi was holding a folded piece of paper in his hand, and Master Fan seemed a little dissatisfied. Hearing the sound of donkey hooves stepping on the stone slabs, both of them looked over. "Hey! Fellow Daoist Lin is back?" Tianshi Fan said first, "I was just talking about you with Wu Lingshi!" "Your humble servant greets Master Lin." Wu Lingshi bowed to him. "What are you..." "Oh, it's like this. A few days ago, summer began. There were several days of thunder in a row, which scared out many demons and ghosts in the capital. Many people saw them, and some even appeared in people's homes. Many people were scared, and the strange people in the Juxian Mansion couldn't handle it. So I came to ask Master Fan for a letter, so that I could borrow Master Fan's name to ask several 'gods' in the capital to come and help deal with it." "So that's how it is." Lin Jue said, "Is there anything I can help you with?" "They are just small goblins and ghosts. They haven't caused any serious trouble. Why should we trouble Master Lin to take action?" Wu Lingshi said respectfully. "That's wrong. There is no such thing as a trivial matter when it comes to people's livelihood. Moreover, even if I don't take action, my Fuyao is very capable and is not necessarily weaker than those 'gods' commanded by Fellow Daoist Fan." The fox sat nearby with a solemn look on his face. In fact, with its intelligence, it has already understood that if they get rid of the goblins and ghosts, they will get silver. Their Taoist priest will use this silver to feed the ghost and then spit out pills for them to eat. That pill is delicious and can make you stronger after taking it. "If you can't handle it, I will ask Master Lin and the fox fairy under his command to help." Wu Lingshi said. "What are you doing?" Tianshi Fan beside him spoke up and said to Lin Jue, "When you came in just now, I was still discussing with this official and speaking up for you." "Oh?" Lin Jue looked at him, then at Wu Lingshi. "Last time, you helped the capital city to resolve such a big incident. Besides the many evil Taoists in Jingyun Temple, the Ministry of Rites was even unwilling to replace your silver medal with a gold medal!" Tianshi Fan said indignantly. Only after hearing this did Lin Jue realize that before he entered the door, this Taoist friend Fan was arguing with Wu Lingshi about his own affairs.

At this time, Wu Lingshi showed a bitter expression: "How can this be decided by me?" "Who made the decision then?" asked Master Fan. "How would I know? I only know that when Doctor Zhou told me about this, he said that this was done by Tianshi Fan and Master Lin together. The credit for eradicating the evil spirits in Jingyun Temple belongs to Tianshi Fan, and cannot be entirely attributed to Master Lin. Therefore, Master Lin's silver medal cannot be exchanged for a gold medal." Wu Lingshi paused and glanced at them quietly. "I was also confused and tried to ask Doctor Zhou, but whenever I mentioned this matter, Doctor Zhou would not speak." Hearing these words, especially the second half, Lin Jue and Master Fan looked at each other. This sounds reasonable at first glance - In order to avoid trouble, Lin Jue pushed many things onto Master Fan, asking him to clean up the mess and using his reputation to cover up the trouble. But at the same time, some of the fame and credit also went to Master Fan. The Ministry of Rites' considerations seem reasonable. But if you think about it carefully, in this day and age, the country is in turmoil and it is no longer the You Dynasty of the past. The value of Juxian Mansion has plummeted. When has the management of the Ministry of Rites ever been so strict? If it is really so strict, it would be fine for Master Fan, but how could Lord Nan, who claimed to have summoned gods to kill the Corpse Tiger King, and Lord Pan, who had just come ashore, get the gold medal? What's more, this matter was originally handed over to Lin Jue by the Ministry of Rites, and it was Lin Jue who took over. Even if there was credit given to Master Fan, it was Lin Jue who "invited" Master Fan to help, so how could it not be counted as his credit? Add to that Wu Lingshi's last sentence... It was obvious that the decision on this matter came from a higher level, and even Doctor Zhou did not dare to speak about it. Lin Jue knew it. In addition to the Taoist priests of Jingyun Temple, I solved this matter by myself, which was equivalent to killing the alchemists of some people, and breaking their dreams of eternal youth, invincibility and having sons. Because I was right in this matter, there were all kinds of witnesses and evidence, and Master Fan backed me up, so they couldn't come looking for me, so they set some obstacles for me. But it was also my own negligence that gave them an excuse. "Wu Lingshi, you don't have to feel so guilty. It's probably because I haven't done enough to deserve this gold medal." Lin Jue said calmly, "If there is anything in the capital from now on, Wu Lingshi, please come to me." "Yes Yes Yes……" Wu Lingshi had official business to attend to, so he left quickly. Lin Jue watched him leave, and his heart was calm. I am not at a disadvantage either— The Taoists in Jingyun Temple are special after all. This time, when Luo Gong and I went to fight them, we not only felt at ease, but also got silver, treasures and magic spells, which can be considered a great harvest. Since the harvest is so rich, we should not ask for too much. Of course, one must enter the Cangzhen Pavilion, and one must also find the Great Yin-Yang Method. This time it was my own negligence, so I accepted it! If I follow the normal process, why can't I worry about not getting a gold medal? But if they continue to block me, I can't blame him for going in to look for it himself. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Fan." Lin Jue bowed to Master Fan and returned to the courtyard. Mr. Luo was sitting next to the stone table, holding a letter in his hand and reading it carefully. "Where did Mr. Luo get the letter?" "From home."

"A letter from home..." Lin Jue felt a little emotional for a moment. Mr. Luo has received the letter from home, but the letter he asked someone to send back may not have arrived yet. He doesn't know when he will receive the reply from his uncle and cousin. Go back to the room and open the ancient book. There are two more spells in the book. "Wow..." Paper soldiers are made by the art of paper cutting. Soldiers made from paper are trained with secret methods and can be made into the same as ordinary soldiers. However, because they are made of paper, they are afraid of water and fire. Lin Jue turned another page. "Wow..." Paper Yaksha is the art of paper cutting. The Yaksha can be made of paper. Those who are highly skilled in this art can have the same power as a real Yaksha and can appear during the day, which is even more powerful than a real Yaksha. Because it is made of paper, it is afraid of water and fire. "..." It seems that paper cutting can be considered a large category, and some of these spells have a separate page in ancient books. Lin Jue held the paper tightly and listened carefully. It has to be said that everyone has their own strengths, and even immortals are not necessarily superior to mortals in all aspects, not to mention that Senior Hua is not a mortal - the author who wrote down these two spells in the ancient book was far less accomplished than Senior Hua in these two spells. Even when Lin Jue listened carefully, he only heard about the method of applying oil to prevent waterproofing, but no method of applying human oil and then secretly refining it to prevent fire. Even the immortals don’t know, but Senior Hua knows. It seems that this is probably his exclusive secret technique. Indeed, as Lin Jue thought, paper cutting, carving beans into soldiers, and soul transfer all have similarities, but also differences. Now Lin Jue put the three together, repeatedly compared them, and carefully comprehended them, not only understanding the mysteries, but also thinking about more mysteries. Perhaps the secret of turning beans into soldiers really lies in this. The night passed. (End of this chapter)