Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythical Card Groups

Chapter 194 The magic card comes to the world, [Buddha's Head with Blood and Tears in the World], and the era goes crazy!

The nine-section staff, also known as the staff, is a commonly used instrument in Taoism.

"Dongxuan Lingbao Taoist Rituals" says: For all Taoism, you should know that the nine-section staff is used to help the elderly and save people in danger. Each one has a name, which must be known. Each of the nine sections is named after a star, and inside it is a spiritual book, cloud seal, and the five mountains' true talisman. , the bag is made of a yellow-patterned silk bag.

The ancients said: Point the stick to the sky, and the gods will perform rituals; point the stick to the earth, and the earth will greet you; point to the northeast, and all ghosts will form a bundle.

In the Zhaijiao rituals, Taoist priests often use the staff made by secret methods to summon heavenly generals and gods, and can also break through the underworld according to the method.

That is to say, focus on the stick and transform it into a bamboo stick, in the shape of a dragon's head and a tiger's tail.

After the Dharma is completed, the dragon's body shines brightly, holding a flower flag in its mouth, and the wind and clouds in the spirit coil up above it.

The brilliance is endless, and it is a grand atmosphere.

Naturally, chronology does not have that much power.

But I can't stand the equipment.

——Although Taiping Dao collapsed in the late Han Dynasty, it also made a great contribution to the perfection of Taoism.

The Taoist priests of later generations held a staff, wore yellow robes, and yellow crowns, and used talisman water and incantations to treat people's illnesses and eliminate disasters. This is the way they inherited the rules of Taiping Dao.

To put it bluntly, the [Nine-section Staff of Peace] is the ancestor of the magical weapon [Ce Zang].

Normally, a treasure with such a high upper limit cannot be made with Ji Nian's current mental strength.

Even if it is made, it will most likely be a defective product like the first edition of [Mountain Ghost Spends Money].

In fact, until now, [Mountain Ghost Spends Money] is not perfect, and the spell has not been completed.

If we didn't need a medium that could remotely borrow the magical power of mountain ghosts, Ji Nian would have collected a bunch of "Brother Kong Fang" and strung them together.

Closer to home, in the process of making cards, you can of course bypass the gods themselves and borrow top-level concepts from Chinese mythology such as Taishang, Sanqing, Tianpeng, Taichi, and Bagua.

But if you don't have enough mental strength to support the relevant characteristics and skills, what's the use of just having a name?

On the contrary, it is easy to drive obsessive-compulsive disorder to death.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Ji Nian excluded things like [Sanqing Bell] and [Canopy Ruler] from its early creation list.

I plan to buy a few more strings of copper coins and make a money sword; or I might dig some peach trees in the secret realm of Taoyuan and make a peach wood sword.

It's just a coincidence that when he first entered the secret realm, he got the two materials [Lame Yellow Sheep Old Way] and [Green Nine-jointed Bone Bamboo], and [Qingshan Cup] happened to have the item [Anchor Point Battle], [Zhang Jiao] 】This character burst into his eyes immediately.

Even the [Nine-section Scepter of Peace], a grandmaster-level magic weapon with a low starting point and a high upper limit, also caught his eye.

"This treasure is destined to me."

As a purple light lit up, Ji Nian threw the bamboo he had found randomly into his space backpack and replaced it with the [Nine-section Scepter of Peace].

The mysterious and magical [Ascension to Immortality] property instantly dissipated the "underworld energy" lingering on him, and replaced it with a highly comfortable "immortal energy".

It is almost comparable to the "spiritual energy" of the mountain ghost.

"This is in line with my temperament."

Ji Nian smiled, and his strong personal temperament instantly suppressed the immortality. At first glance, he looked like an evil monk cooking zombies and refining poisonous insects in a dark room.

In fact, it is.

"Tidy up the house."

After regaining his composure, he stroked his long beard under his chin, his eyes were watery, kind and calm.

Sitting on a waxy wooden chair with a book in hand, he looked up and looked out the window from time to time, with a look of compassion on his face.

On the dark mahogany table behind him, there was a wisp of smoke rising from the rusty bronze cauldron.

In an instant, it turned into a bunch of horned children, dressed in red, with blue faces and evil smiles, running back and forth in the dark house like a wisp of smoke.

After a while, he stood on the table with his tiger-toe shoes, his little hand on Ji Nian's shoulder, and he poked his head into the book.

Behind him, the already clean house took on an almost "dust-free" state.

Even the air is as fresh as washed with water.

"It's time to 'sleep'."

Ji Nian stretched out and put everything in his space backpack and space card into the [Nine-section Scepter of Peace].

Although the first two have the word space, they can only hold one cubic meter of things, and the requirements for the weight and nature of the items are not low.

Therefore, chronology has always contained only what is on the tip of the knife.

Things like black dog blood, child urine, and rooster blood were all packed in 2L Coke bottles. In addition, there were dozens of kilograms of glutinous rice and garlic cloves several meters long.

On the pretext of conducting research, I collected disposable defense cards, throwing fireball cards, energy-storage electric shock cards, and trigger-type knife-cutting cards from the principal, Lao Xie, Lao Fan, Lao Su, Wei Ya and others.

It stands to reason that since he is protected by black and white and is protected by General Zeng, he has no need for these things at all.

But who made him bad...

Once the enemy falls into his hands, there is no possibility of dying easily.

"sleep."

Ji Nian yawned, put the mountain ghost money under his pillow, and placed the Nine-section Staff of Peace and the medicinal cauldron containing the golden silkworm Gu at hand.

The seventh master is hanging the beams, the eighth master is sitting on the vat, and General Zeng is standing against the wall. If you look at it at night, you will see two scenes.

"ha……"

Ji Nian yawned, put on his clothes and "slept".

Little did they know that at this moment, something big was happening outside the secret realm.

…

Qingshan, an ordinary winter day.

The half-month long period of peace and quiet has allowed people to gradually adapt to the unusually cold weather.

Go to school when you should go to school, go to work when you should go to work, just like in the past.

It was not until noon that day that the low temperature, which had dropped to minus 20 degrees Celsius, suddenly began to soar.

In just a few hours, it returned to 12 or 13 degrees above zero.

Some of the problems caused by this are not a problem for the Card Master Alliance.

However, such a strange change in weather is like a signal, signaling the arrival of a great era.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building.

It was still gray and hazy in the morning, but at noon, I saw dark and thick clouds coming from the direction of the secret place.

Before the rain comes, the wind comes first, blowing the billboards on both sides of the road.

The dark sky is filled with thunder and lightning, birds have already returned to their nests, and dark purple branch-shaped lightning is wandering among the clouds.

Boom!

The thunder before the storm is deafening.

Wang Jindong strolled through the streets of Dushuo and found a stall to sit down at.

The boss glanced at him and silently served him snacks and tea without saying a word.

“The tea is good.”

Wang Jingdong took a sip of tea, took out a cigarette from the steel cigarette case, raised his hand to pinch off the filter, and held it in his mouth backwards.

He was about to snap his fingers to start a fire.

An exquisite ancient silver lighter caught his eye.

The orange fire soared upwards, illuminating the wrinkled and hardened face.

"Coming?"

The old man raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man wearing a shirt and trousers with a scholarly air.

"Coming."

After the middle-aged man lit his cigarette, he consciously sat on the other side and respectfully called "Uncle Dong."

Wang Jindong squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, and said lightly: "Thank you for taking care of me during this period of time."

"I am also his elder." Xie Wenyuan put his hand on his forearm and said with an elegant smile.

Wang Jingdong glanced at him, his old eyes blurred under the shadow of smoke: "What did the one above you say...?"

"The double-edged sword is slightly sharper when pointed towards me." Xie Wenyuan replied: "It is a disaster for the entire Kyushu."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and turned it over, taking out a card with a dark red border.

The background of the card is a doomsday scene full of despair, with collapsed houses, a hazy sky, seas of fire and insects, and bones everywhere.

The sacred and weird stone Buddha head hangs in mid-air, two lines of blood and tears slowly flow from the eyes, and the thick death breath overflows from the bun on the top of the head.

It is worth mentioning that this card is like the "hero" homepage in some games. It is not static, but is similar to an animation.

Desperate sentient beings, weeping Buddha heads, dark winds, fires everywhere, ferocious insects...

They are all floating up and down at an unpleasant frequency.

The pitch-black deathly energy moved with the "wind", slowly drifting towards the card frame, and was dyed with purple and strange lines.

But this is far from over.

The thick death aura continues to flow.

The cards soon floated out and intertwined with the smoke puffed out by Wang Jindong.

"Buddha's head of blood and tears..." Wang Jindong whispered the words on the card frame.

"Is this a magic card? It's interesting." He flicked his finger and returned the card to Xie Wenyuan's hand.

"The power is not small, but the card spirit enclosed inside is very dishonest and will slowly corrode people's minds and make the card master his puppet."

Xie Wenyuan took a sip of hot tea and said softly: "The higher-level association means that Qingshan card masters have strong psychological quality and relatively stable emotions, and can be used as the first batch of 'experimental subjects'."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, with a sarcastic face: "How ridiculous. The children we worked so hard to cultivate became 'experimental subjects' when they came to them."

Wang Jindong was silent for a while after hearing this, until the fireworks reached the end, he kissed his fingers, and then he came back to his senses: "Magic cards will soon be spread all over the world. If others have them, but we don't, we will fall behind... That old guy Bai Mu is really a ruthless person.

people."

Wang Jindong flicked the ashes from his cigarette and murmured before Xie Wenyuan could speak:

"When I was young, I read a book, a martial arts novel. The protagonist's family in the story possesses some kind of magical power that can quickly increase strength by cutting off three legs."

"The ancestor of the family was afraid of losing his wife, so he hid his true cultivation method. As a result, his family became a low-class family a few years later."

"But there are still legends of him galloping around in the world, and they all covet the possible magic power."

"Some leaders of major factions even took action one after another regardless of their status, almost leading to the annihilation of the family."

"But there is always a way. The young master of this family found the real secret book and came up with an idea."

"He printed tens of thousands of copies of the secret book, each costing five taels of silver."

"In this way, the mysterious and mysterious martial arts secrets have become the "Eagle Takes Off" on the street, and naturally no one will take advantage of his family."

"And by the way, I also brought all those quacks into the ditch."

"If you don't practice, someone will do it, and you will be beaten when the time comes."

"If you want to practice, you have to cut off three legs. But it won't improve your status because others have also practiced."

"That young master of the family used this method to mess up and cripple the entire world..."

(End of chapter)