I have an eternal eye

Wow…

The rope broke, and the beads rolled into the clay pot. The beads were thickly coated with pulp. They were originally made of wood, but they were colored glaze.

Zhang Biao picked up one and examined it carefully.

Lao Liuzhu (Yellow level one)

1. The object of the founder of Chengtian Temple has been offered as incense for generations. There are one hundred and eight, which symbolizes the number of stars in the sky.

2. If there is a mysterious elixir stored in the third palace, it will be placed in a mud pill with a first-class pearl. Keeping the flowing beads in mind can soothe the mind and ward off evil spirits.

3. There must be corresponding methods when using this product.

4. Taoists of all ages have been cultivating with beads, but the right time has not come and their lives have been wasted. Only their obsession remains...

There are many Taoist temples in Yujing City, with nearly fifty large and small ones. If you want to find spiritual things, you can only rely on luck.

After leaving Chongsheng Temple, Zhang Biao searched for four or five more Taoist temples overnight, all of which were famous Taoist temples in Nancheng.

But these places seem to be full of incense, but in fact they are all newly-made Bodhisattvas and newly-made magical instruments, which are decorated with bright golden lights and have no spirituality at all.

Unexpectedly, before leaving, I found this object in a dilapidated Taoist temple and enshrined it casually on the table, covered with dust.

He has extraordinary spiritual awareness, so he will naturally not miss it.

This string of old flowing beads has extraordinary spirituality. There are 108 of them, which is enough for casting spells.

Of course, some processing is required.

Zhang Biao stood up and took down a small pottery box from the shelf. After opening it, the inside was red, and it was made of the blood of the chicken monster that day, mixed with cinnabar.

The carving knife was carefully scratched, and grooves gradually appeared on the beads, forming Yin symbols and ghost patterns...

Mix chicken blood cinnabar with incense ash, dip it in with a brush, and carefully copy along the grooves...

It took half a day to complete nearly twenty beads and placed them neatly in the wooden box.

After hiding all the items close to his body, Zhang Biao looked at the sky, then got up and went out, heading straight to the West Market...

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"Hey, isn't this Brother Zhang!"

As soon as he left the shop, he met an acquaintance.

It was Duan Fei, the head catcher, and Jiao Xiong, the bad handsome man.

I saw that both of them had changed into casual clothes, and behind them were a group of women and children, all of them unkempt and gray-faced.

Duan Fei smiled and said: "I heard that Brother Zhang resigned from his job at Six Doors. It's a pity that I don't have your ability, otherwise I wouldn't be too lazy to accept this nonsense."

"Just trying to feel comfortable."

Zhang Biao laughed aloud, dealt with it casually, looked at the women and children, frowned and said: "These are..."

Next to him, Jiao Xiong nodded and said in a deep voice: "Killing requires a life, and besides offending the Yi Chonghui, the Hu brothers will not be able to escape."

"I made some arrangements and allowed the Hu family's women and children to escape punishment. I'm going to leave the city to find an escort agency to send them back to northern Xinjiang."

Zhang Biao nodded and said: "Jiao Shuai is highly righteous."

Jiao Xiong sighed, "That's why I don't like to owe favors. Jiao is not very capable, and that's all he can do."

After saying that, he cupped his hands and left with everyone.

Duan Fei did not forget to turn his head and said: "Brother Zhang, if you have time to sit down someday, there is an errand that you may be interested in."

"Easy to say."

Zhang Biao casually held his hand and disappeared into the crowd.

Jiao Xiong and Duan Fei sent the Hu family's women and children outside the city, gave a deposit to the escort agency, and after some instructions, they watched everyone go away.

It wasn't until he left the city gate for a long time that a child with a dark face slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Yujing City, full of hatred.

"If it weren't for the eagle dog named Zhang just now, my father and uncle would not have suffered. I will definitely take revenge in the future..."

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, he received a slap in the face.

The one who did it was a woman.

Although the woman looked embarrassed, her brows were filled with perseverance, and she sternly reprimanded: "A worthless thing like you can't live for more than a few days, so it's better to be thrown on the road and die!"

The child covered his face and did not dare to speak anymore.

The woman shook her head and said, "The eagle dog surnamed Zhang was just an introduction. The real disaster came from this family. They just punished us a little, and they made us irrecoverable."

"When I go back this time, I will inevitably be looked down upon by others and live with ridicule. If I can't hold my breath, how can I have any other life?"

The child covered his face, lowered his head and said, "Mom, don't be angry, Chang Xi will remember it."

The woman sighed, "The name Chang Xi chosen by your father is too dazzling. From now on, he will be called...Meiniang, Hu Meiniang."

"Remember, the more painful your heart is, the more you have to laugh..."

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"Candied haws on ice!"

"The fish just caught in Qinglong Lake are sold cheaply, three coppers each, while supplies last..."

"Mom, take me to see the shadow puppet show..."

As soon as I arrived at the West Market, I was immediately greeted by the bustling bustle.

Zhang Biao lowered the brim of his hat, went to a nearby stall, and ordered a bowl of beef offal to satisfy his craving. While eating, he asked casually: "Brother, is there anything happening in the West Market recently?"

"What's happening?"

The owner of the offal seller complained: "A while ago, we killed people on the street and kidnapped so many children. Not only did the West City Department fail to arrest anyone, they also collected money from each merchant and said they needed to hire more people."

"Isn't it?"

The fish seller next to him also cursed: "It's been a hard day, but we don't have a few left in our hands, and we have to be exploited. Why are we ordinary people? We deserve it..."

"Boss Gao, get some fish!"

"Good!"

The fishmonger quickly shut up and greeted the customers.

Zhang Biao stared at Guitou Liu and said thoughtfully: "You haven't been beheaded recently, have you?"

"without!"

The owner of the offal seller said with a face full of resentment: "According to me, for the Autumn Zao Festival, we should chop off a few heads to add to the fun. It would be better to put the Xishi Department..."

As he said this, he knew he had made a mistake and quickly shut up.

Zhang Biao didn't care. He walked around a few times and bought beef and fruit wine. When he came to the depths of the West Market, he saw no one around, so he went into the warehouse and hid...

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Before I knew it, the sun was setting.

The rules of the West Market are that the market is closed at night, and everyone will leave except for the clerk who stays behind to look after the store.

Therefore, after the city's bells rang, the originally bustling market seemed deserted.

Of course, Marquis Wu of the Western City Department would also separate into several teams and patrol all night with lanterns to prevent thieves from stealing.

In the warehouse, Zhang Biao, who was cross-legged and with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, packed up his things, put on his night clothes, and disappeared into the darkness.

He moved very quickly, flying over the roofs and walls. After a while, he reached the vicinity of Guitouliu.

This place is connected to the Qinglong Canal. There is a life-release pond in the distance, and there are charcoal rows and carriage rows nearby.

Facing each other across the Qinglong Canal is Changpingcang, a place where the imperial court purchased grains in good years and released them in bad years to stabilize grain prices in the capital.

At this moment, there was a faint fire over there, and many people were sneaking around, pushing carts in and out...

Zhang Biao frowned slightly after seeing it.

He heard that there were people causing trouble in Changping Cang, and that every time the warehouse was checked, fire dragons would set fire to the warehouse. He didn't expect this group of people to be so bold.

But he didn't bother to pay attention.

This time I came here to explore the spiritual world.

As far as we know so far, there are several entrances to the spiritual world. The Witch Temple suppresses big ghosts, the Yongding River has demonic secular gods, and the skeletons make living creatures and keep people away...

After all calculations, only Guitouliu has the best chance.

Zhang Biao found an unguarded charcoal shop, sneaked in, closed the door and window, slowly put on his Nuo noodles, held the box of Yin Fu Liuzhu in his arms, and closed his eyes.

Nuo Mianjiang Liang has already swallowed the water charm, so it can be easily activated without the need for infuriating energy.

Zhang Biao followed what the inheritance said, his mind sank, and he directed the coolness from Nuo's face to wrap around his whole body.

Then, he stood up suddenly!

That familiar feeling returned.

The surrounding light was dim and dim, the sounds of the night wind and the chirping of insects disappeared, and the silence was terrifying.

Zhang Biao turned his head and saw that he was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He looked at his waist again, his eyes showing joy.

Sure enough, the Hengdao, the Soul Hooking Rope, the Yin Talisman Beads and the packages used for collection were all brought into the spirit world.

This is the true way to enter the spirit world.

Unfortunately, because of his insufficient cultivation and lack of materials, he was unable to arrange the witchcraft protective physical formation.

Even if there is three yang true fire, it cannot stay for a long time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao slowly opened the door and used Nuo Nian, and the darkness suddenly dispersed.

In front of him was a strange scene.

It is still the West Market, but the surrounding shops seem to have gone through countless years and have become mottled and decayed. In some places, only ruins are left.

On the ground, there was a large area of ​​black pus and blood, like mud, exuding white mist.

Zhang Biao was not surprised when he saw it.

The spiritual world and reality are inextricably linked. Only by becoming the entrance can it remain intact. The remaining buildings such as the West City will only continue to reflect, decay, and form strange reincarnations.

He looked into the distance again.

Even with Nuo Mianjiangliang, Guitouliu was wrapped in heavy fog, and seemed to have become unusually tall, with black shadows twisting constantly...

Zhang Biao was furious.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with this Ghost Tou Liu.

Fortunately, his target was not that thing.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took a few steps carefully, then took out a small shovel from the package, dug a small hole in the bloody mud, and buried the box containing the Yin Talisman Liuzhu.

This is the last step of using the surgical materials.

With the help of the power of the spiritual world, let it take shape completely.

After doing this, Zhang Biao looked around, moved forward carefully, and gradually disappeared into the mist...