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As the so-called spirit talisman, although there is a word "spirit" in the ordinary talisman, the meaning it can represent at most contains the meaning of aura or fairy spirit, and the yellow paper figure in Ji Yuan's hand, the meaning of the word "spirit" is even deeper .

When Ji Yuan was holding the Hercules Talisman in his hand, he found that the four people behind him had surrounded him, all staring at the Hercules Talisman in his hand.

"Mr. Ji, is this the Lux Talisman?"

The old dragon couldn't help but talk. Looking back, when Long Zi mentioned this matter, he just mentioned it in one sentence, saying that Uncle Ji might also be able to use spells to create helpers. How normal is this? It’s not normal if Ji Yuan doesn’t know how to run a spell, and the puppet talisman is a relatively easy-to-use talisman. Although the old dragon thought that the puppet talisman of Ji Yuan might be a little special, he didn’t think too much about it. The sky leaning sword and the real fire of samadhi are based on fate.

But look at the yellow paper talisman in Ji Yuan's hand at this moment, the previous incident was witnessed with his own eyes, this is too fucking special, isn't it?

Ji Yuan put the yellow paper man in his sleeve into his sleeve, and said to the four of them.

"Indeed, it can barely be regarded as a talisman, but it is quite different from the traditional talisman. The warrior just now is quite special in Ji's hands. There is no second such warrior."

What Ji Yuan said is not to deceive others, it is indeed as he said, it is quite different from the traditional talisman, and it can even be said that there is no similarity except for the shape, on the contrary, it is more similar to Ruyi Faqian.

The Ruyi Faqian is also very special. It is similar to the Faqian in the secular customs of some places only in shape, or not even in shape, only similar in name. a special spelling.

Anyway, Ji Yuan is not from an orthodox immortal "professional class", and he doesn't care too much about this definition, he can decide as he likes.

Lao Long and the others curled their lips when they heard Ji Yuan's words, yes, it's not special, it's all up to Fu Shengling.

Now is not the time to discuss talismans, seeing Ji Yuan put away the yellow paper talisman, the old beggar turned his attention back to his surroundings.

"Mr. Ji, this golden armored warrior is still here, but the mountain is damaged and the seal is broken. I'm afraid the mountain god is in danger?"

The old beggar is still very clear about his own seal. Even if those monsters are not easy, to break them, one is to approach or surpass him in the attainment of the mountain suppression method, which is unlikely; the other is to destroy the mountain. Among them, Pozi Mountain was either destroyed beyond recognition, or started from the mountain god.

Looking at the current situation, although Pozi Mountain has changed, it is not considered seriously damaged.

Ji Yuan originally wanted to try using Jushen, but after hearing what the old beggar said, he changed his mind.

"Perhaps, but it may not be the case. Let's go to the mountain temple to have a look."

The five of them were walking in the mountains, and the difficult mountain path was like walking on flat ground under their feet. A small step can often cover a good distance, and they came to the outside of the mountain temple together not long after.

There is also a yellowed notice on the wall outside the temple. It is a leather document that was nailed to the wall outside the temple. To pass, even hunters are not allowed to enter the mountains to hunt.

The accident six years ago made the Daxiu Dynasty very nervous. When something like this happened, the mountain people in Pozi Mountain were forcibly moved out of the mountain, and even the original mountain road of Pozi Mountain was interrupted. It is strictly forbidden for people to enter the mountain.

Just built a mountain temple with no time to decorate it, and it was abandoned before it was brilliant. Therefore, in the eyes of Ji Yuan and others, the mountain temple is a dilapidated scene, surrounded by moss and weeds, and it has not been painted. The door is also full of mold and insects.

With a sound of "squeak", Ji Yuan pushed open the temple door of the mountain god, and the first thing that caught his eyes was the damaged statue of the mountain god.

The body of the statue is full of cracks, and the face should have fallen off, but someone put it back together and glued it with glutinous rice paste, which made the statue of the mountain god look more terrifying.

Then everyone turned their attention to the temple, and the old dragon had already walked behind the statue, smiling and shaking his head.

"It seems that even in the Daxiu Dynasty, not everyone obeys the government's prohibition."

Ji Yuan came over and took a look, there was a charcoal fire pile behind the statue, and there were various traces of staying overnight, obviously people who went to the mountain would occasionally settle here.

"It's not surprising. People always have to make a living. There will always be people who will take risks. In fact, there are no vicious monsters in the mountains. Some people have one and two, and it may even spread gradually."

While talking, Ji Yuan was still carefully observing the furnishings in the mountain temple. It was nothing to see, but it brought back memories deep in his heart.

The damaged statue of the mountain god and the mountain temple where the mountain guests settled down are so similar to the Niukui Mountain back then.

"Perhaps the mountain god hasn't completely died yet."

Zhu Tingtao's words came from the front of the statue, attracting Ji Yuan and the old dragon to come to the front again. Zhu Tingtao reached out and took out three sticks of incense from the crack in front of the base of the statue, and showed them to Ji Yuan and others.

"In Shinto, mortals worship gods. In fact, the gods will give some enlightenment to mortals accordingly. For example, burning incense is also very particular. As the saying goes, burning incense is neat, and mortals burn incense neatly. Although most of them are related to incense and the environment, but sometimes it is true. It has ties to Shinto."

The three incense sticks in Zhu Tingtao's hands have already been burned. Of course, it is impossible to tell whether they are neat or not, but the incense sticks can bring a mysterious feeling.

Those present were not ordinary little monks, they were all genuine masters. After someone raised something, they would naturally respond.

Ji Yuan nodded, didn't say much, kept the order in his mouth but didn't say it, raised his right foot slightly and stepped on the ground lightly.

Before the feet stepped on the ground, there were already ripples passing through.

"I invite the mountain god of Pozi Mountain to come and see you."

The art of restraining the gods has been used, but unlike the previous trials that were unsuccessful, this time when the ripples full of Taoism faded away, the mountain god did not appear in front of his eyes.

The old beggar shook his head.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Shi is dead and gone!"

Ji Yuan frowned when he heard this, looked at Zhu Tingtao, ignoring the surprise on the other side's face when he saw the technique of restraining the spirit, and reached out to take a stick of incense from Zhu Tingtao's hand.

"Fellow Taoist, please use the incense."

After saying this, Ji Yuan concentrated for a moment, held the residual incense in his hand and cast the spell again, raised and stepped on his right foot, accompanied by Jushen's Dao Yun breath, Ji Yuan also spoke again.

"Please ask Pozi Shanshi Youdao to come and see him."

After the words fell, a vague cloud of smoke appeared in front of him, just like the kind of smoke that gathers in the high places of the room when sandalwood is lit in a temple, and a strange mountain yellow stone appeared in front of him.

The stone is about the size of a chair, and from certain angles it looks like a curled up human figure.

"Not dead but not alive either."

"Well, but there is still salvation!"

"good."

"It's not bad to keep these."

This stone has almost no consciousness now, but there is spiritual energy that condenses in the mountain rock, keeping a trace of spirituality in the stone. Maybe a hundred years later, as the spiritual energy of this mountain stone gathers and absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, the spirituality will become stronger and stronger , Shi Youdao also has a day when he wakes up again.

"Why don't you put him on the top of the Zhenhu Mountain, and I will cast a spell later to help him gather the essence of the sun and the moon, so that he can return to the way of cultivation as soon as possible?"

The old beggar's suggestion is a routine practice, and it is also an orthodox way of immortality. Although he also knows that there are evil methods that can make Shi Youdao regain consciousness quickly and even practice again, using blood sacrifices or vicious evil methods such as seizing yuan will inevitably make Shi Youdao fall. into evil ways.

But Ji Yuan frowned and said nothing, what flashed in his mind was the glimpse of "Zhengde Bao Gonglu", which was a treasure book about gods of land and mountains, and Ji Yuan naturally thought of a few words in it When you get up, you will create a Taoist song with your heart.

"The stone yellow in the mountain, the sun and the moon give light, the sky gives wind and thunder, and the earth nourishes it with spirit... All sentient beings come and go in a hurry, born in heaven and earth, and return to mountains and rivers...Little little stone yellow, lying quietly in the mountain, nurtured by nature, waiting for itself to grow , feel the mountains and mountains, love the mountains and rivers, the moment of fate, live and grow~~”

Ji Yuan's Taoist sound is like a singing voice, thick and distant, like a cappella, it spreads far into the mountains...

A mountain leopard was about to bite a hare, but stopped at this moment. The hare ran away in panic for a dozen steps but gradually stopped; a tit fell from the sky and returned to its nest , and the chicks in the nest that should have opened their mouths to eat because of the mother's return were also quiet; the animals drinking water by the mountain stream stopped their movements; , vaguely heard singing echoing in the mountains, this kind of situation abounds in the mountains.

Pozi Mountain became quiet, as if everything in the mountain, from vegetation to animals, was listening quietly, which was a melodious and comfortable feeling.

"Where the spirit meets, the earth is long and long, and the little stone is yellow, and it grows and grows~~"

The last few words were uttered, already carrying a faint sense of imperial edict, and even more obscure, dark and yellow aura flowed into the mountain yellow stone in the temple along with the singing.

Ji Yuan's Taoist song has stopped, but the melodious and unique rhythmic singing still echoes in the mountains, as if the mountains and rivers are singing these words again. What's even more bizarre is that the singing voice "returned" and was transmitted back to the temple together. There are all kinds of spiritual breath in the mountains, which also flow into the Yellow Stone of the mountain along with the singing.

With a feeling in his heart, Ji Yuan lowered his head and looked at Huangshi Mountain at his feet.

"Wake up, wake up, Fellow Daoist Shi, it's time to wake up!"

"Kachacha...Kacha..."

Fine cracks appeared on the top of the mountain yellow stone, but this did not mean that the mountain rock was about to be completely broken, because along with the cracks, the aura in the mountain rock was also gradually increasing.

The four people beside Ji Yuan, including Lao Long, were completely stunned...