Chapter 5: Book of Magic (Thanks to the leader of the group “一度啊啊”) “Breathe out. "A method commonly used by demons, ghosts and gods. “Once things in the world attain enlightenment, they will generate vital energy within their bodies, and when they are exhaled, they will each have their own effects.” Lin Jue held the book and couldn't help but read aloud. "Because this method does not require training, it can be practiced by naturally exhaling the vital energy in the body. Therefore, it is the most commonly used method by mountain spirits, monsters, demons, gods and ghosts. In addition, because mountain spirits, monsters, demons, gods and ghosts are of different types, their ways of obtaining the Tao, their good and evil natures are different, and their vital energy in the body is different, so the effects are also different. "Some exhale yellow air, which can bewitch people's minds; some exhale black air, which can cover people's eyes; some exhale gray air, which can make people sleep; some exhale white air, which can cure diseases and save lives. “The Mighty One blew up smoke that became clouds, covering the sky and the sun. "If a person practices and attains enlightenment, he can also exhale, mostly white air, which has many wonderful uses. If one does not practice, there is also a way to forcefully exhale, then exhaling Yang air can only burn Yin ghosts, it has no other use, it harms the body and shortens lifespan." This is the last sentence.

Lin Jue was shocked. Could this be a book that records magic techniques? I turned back subconsciously. "Wow..." The sound of flipping pages in the silent room. The moment his fingers touched the page, an imperceptible glimmer appeared on the paper, and Lin Jue's eyes became blurred. He turned the page out of inertia, and the last thing he saw was the next page, which was still blank. But words came into my mind. "There are five elements in the sky, from which all things are formed... "Monsters are basically creatures whose spirits and energy depend on things..." It seems like words, but it doesn’t seem like words. If it is a speech, it does not distinguish between men and women, and has no sound. It is just like the sound produced by silently reciting an ancient poem in your mind, or talking to yourself in your mind. Although it is not a word, it has distinct sentences, and it even seems like information transformed from someone's verbal utterance. "The breath of demons and ghosts is mostly yin and ghostly. As long as one's cultivation is not high, mortals can fight them with their own blood and will, and there will often be winners... "When a person with good Taoism exhales, in addition to exhaling the original vital energy, he can also practice magic to make some changes to the original vital energy to obtain different effects... "... "There are few methods for people without moral integrity to exhale. Unless a person is extremely angry and exhales naturally, he must transform his strength into qi. The lower force starts from the toes, passes through the soul gate and enters the dantian. The upper force comes from the top of the head, passes through the tanzhong and enters the abdomen. The two are combined into one, and the mind is concentrated. The strength is held back into qi, and the qi is transformed into yang. Suddenly exhale when it is burning... "..." The voice described in detail the method of exhaling. Except for the fact that fairies and ghosts naturally exhale, which is not described in detail here, the specific methods of exhaling by people with Taoism and ordinary people in a hurry are described in full, and some insights and experiences are also described. Even for ordinary people exhaling, it is specifically reminded that it should not be used lightly unless it is a critical moment and as a last resort.

Even though Lin Jue knew nothing about this and was unfamiliar with most of the terms, he still understood some of them. Is it possible to exhale without practicing? It was only after getting the information in the book that he realized that the reason why he was drowsy and confused was not only because of his tension all night, but also because he was affected by the monster's breath and his qi and blood were temporarily weak. He needed to rest more. This is actually a book of magic! I just don't know where this book came from. Is there any connection? Lin Jue thought about it for a while, but couldn’t remember it for the time being. But why did this magic appear? Could it be that I was affected by the breath technique of the monster last night? "..." Lin Jue gradually came back to his senses and flipped through the book over and over again, but only this page had words on it. I only remember this "Exhalation". There is nothing else. And in such a book, with countless blank pages, there is obviously more than one article on the method of exhaling. Lin Jue couldn't help but continue thinking—— How can we make it appear more? Where can I find magic spells for cultivation? There is a Sangu Temple in the village, where the Sangu God is worshipped. It is said to be quite efficacious, but he also knows the temple priest, who is just an ordinary widow in the village. She took care of the temple after she lost her support. She usually cleans the temple and wipes the statues. She uses the money from incense offerings to buy rice and vegetables, and buy meat and cloth. She is considered to be taken care of by the elders of the Shu family in the village. In fact, the woman does not know any magic and does not have any supernatural powers. At least that's what Lin Jue knows. As I was thinking, I thought about what happened last night. No one knew what the monster was, but after dealing with it all night last night, it seemed no different from a human. Upon closer thought, it was even more interesting than many of the people Lin Jue knew in this village. How many goblins and ghosts are there in this world? Is this always the case? Or weird? How true and how false are those strange stories? After thinking about all sorts of things, I finally fell asleep. Until I was woken up by my aunt to eat. For an ordinary family who had just suffered from an illness, the food was naturally extremely simple. However, knowing that Lin Jue had gone to the Wang family ancestral hall in Hengcun last night and spent the night with demons, and came back today looking a little listless, and with the thirty taels of silver donated by the Wang family, it could be considered a solution to the current urgent need. The aunt still cooked a pot of fish porridge and boiled an egg for him that was given to her uncle to help him replenish his body. "Don't worry, Auntie. Of the thirty taels of silver today, twenty taels are the reward from the Wang family, and ten taels are the money for the medicine given by Old Master Wang. Old Master Wang said that they will take care of Uncle's illness." "It's just a polite gesture, how can you take it seriously?" The woman was obviously old, with many wrinkles on her face and her brows were furrowed tightly. "Mr. Wang has always loved to do good deeds and he values ​​his reputation very much. Besides, his descendants are officials in Beijing. Since he has promised, he will never break his promise easily." "Mother is right. How can we put all our hopes on others?" The cousin next to him also said, with a dark and thin face, "If this money is enough to cure the disease, that would be the best." "That's true..." Lin Jue lowered his head to eat, which was a sign of approval. Then the two of them reminded him that he must never do such things in the future, and some other words like he was worried about the hopes of the Lin family and had to give an explanation to his father. He just listened silently. Still a little dizzy...

But something unexpected happened at home, so how can I rest? The cousin ate the fastest and went to serve his uncle after finishing his meal. Lin Jue took his backpack and sickle and went out to cut grass. Cutting grass is feeding cattle. Of course, the cows being fed were not the Lin family's cows, but the cows in the village. It wasn't just any family, because except for Lin Jue's family in the upper reaches of Jiyang Creek, the rest of the village were considered one family. The strict clan ethics of filial piety and brotherhood bound them together, and they couldn't be separated. Asking the Lin family to cut grass and take care of the cows was like asking the widow to be the temple priest of the Sangu Temple. It was the Shu family's kindness and care for them. Lin Jue didn't think there was anything wrong with mowing the grass. Since I have nothing to do anyway, why not do something? But I felt a little weak today, with a lot of thoughts in my mind, so I couldn't cut the grass quickly. I only finished cutting when my back was sore before I filled the basket and walked back. Someone saw him on the road, a group of children. "Hey! Scholar Lin!" "Who? It's really Lin Ershusheng!" "Scholar Lin, didn't you say you were going to the haunted Wang Family Ancestral Hall in Heng Village? Did you go there?" "When are you going?" Before Lin Jue could answer, he heard another voice from behind him: "Lin Jue." Lin Jue turned around with the basket on his back and saw an old man with a cane standing behind him. He was looking at him worriedly: "I heard that you didn't come back last night. Did you really go to Heng Village?" "went." Lin Jue had no choice but to reply truthfully. "You went to the ancestral hall?" "went." "How was it? Did you encounter anything?" "Grandpa Shu..." Lin Jue looked at the village elder, who was the one who told him many strange stories and the one who guided him to the Wang Family Ancestral Hall yesterday. He paused for a long time, wondering what he was thinking, and finally said with a sigh: "There really are demons and ghosts in this world..." This sentence is full of emotion, and hidden in the tone is a new understanding of the whole world. And this happened just overnight last night. "Did you really encounter it?" Seeing him like this, the old man looked at him with great emotion: "It's okay if you encounter it. The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things. Don't be afraid, especially don't scare yourself. Rest more, it's nothing!" "Grandpa Shu..." "how?" "You said, since there are demons and ghosts in the world, are there gods? Are there cultivation and magic?"

"Of course there are gods! If there weren't gods, what have we been worshipping for so many years?" The old man answered without a second thought, "As for the masters and magic you mentioned, when you go out and spend more time, you will see some, real and fake, more or less. It depends on how you distinguish them." It means that it is there. "So where can we see these masters and magic?" "It depends on fate." "It depends on fate..." "Why are you thinking about these things? Don't think too much. At your age, the right thing to do is to study hard. In other places, many people who want to study don't have the conditions you have." "Yes……" "Go back and rest. Don't get too tired." The old man could see the obvious fatigue on his face, and probably thought that he went to Hengcun on a whim. However, just like those drunkards and gamblers who went to Hengcun out of courage, when they found out that there were really ghosts in the ancestral hall, they lost their courage and ran back in a panic. So the old man patted his shoulder to comfort him, and walked past him on his crutches. By the way, those nosy children were called away. Lin Jue also left with the grass on his back. It was not until dinner time that a group of people entered the village. The people who came were from Heng Village, all of them had the surname Wang. Some of them were carrying stinky mandarin fish, some were carrying pickled meat, some were holding a pot of wine in one hand, some were carrying food boxes, and some were holding a piece of cloth. They passed the bridge pavilion at the entrance of the village, walked up along the stream along many houses and courtyards, passed the bridge pavilion, and arrived at the Lin family. I don’t know how many people who were enjoying the cool air were disturbed. If there were no lights or ribbons or red flowers, I would have thought he was coming to propose marriage to someone in the village. After asking carefully, they learned that the child from the Lin family went to Heng Village last night and stayed overnight in the ancestral hall. Not only did he stay there all night, but he also persuaded the evil spirit that had been causing trouble for many days to leave. This was the Wang family's way of expressing gratitude. (End of this chapter)