I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 377 Exercising Mental Strength

A few days have passed since Jiajing visited the pier last time to bid farewell to the fleet sailing around the world.

In the past few days, the entire capital city was safe and sound, and there was no peace or turbulence above the court hall.

In King Yu's mansion, Zhu Zaixi was sitting at the top of the room, and ordered so to the housekeeper.

"Father had already announced a few days ago that he would attend the Hundred Days Banquet, so you must be fully prepared!"

Hearing the words, the butler bowed slightly to Zhu Zaiqian, and immediately responded respectfully.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Zhu Zaixi looked away from the housekeeper, and after thinking for a moment, he asked about the invitation: "By the way, have the invitations been sent out? How did the ministers reply?"

Seeing this situation, the steward knew in his heart that King Yu was still worried about what happened before, and then he saw the steward restrain his eyes and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, the invitations have been sent out not long ago, the officials who received the invitations I vowed that I will come as scheduled and attend the Hundred Days Banquet Your Highness hosted for my son."

After Zhu Zaiku heard the news from the housekeeper, he was relieved immediately.

But then, Zhu Zaiyi seemed to think of something, smiled wryly, and said slowly.

"Mostly, they agreed so simply because of their father's face."

After Zhu Zaixi finished speaking, he whispered in a voice that he could only hear.

"Just wait, when Gu inherits the throne one day, this kind of thing won't happen again!"

Just when the butler was about to speak comforting words, the bewildered look on Zhu Zai's face disappeared, replaced by the firmness after breaking the bewilderment.

"It's none of your business, you can go down!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

……

Capital, Yan Mansion.

At this moment, Yan Shifan was holding an invitation card from Prince Yu's Mansion in his hand, and knocked on the door of Yan Song's room.

"Come in!"

In the room, Yan Song's voice from the ancient well was heard.

When Yan Shifan heard this, he pushed the door open and entered.

In the room, Yan Song is sitting in front of the desk, practicing calligraphy, and the brush is like a snake, with an inexplicable charm.

Yan Shifan stopped to watch for a long time, and after Yan Song had finished writing the last word, he said in admiration: "Father's calligraphy is getting better and better, no wonder the boss of Liuxinju wants to offer 1 taels of silver to buy your calligraphy !"

Hearing this, Yan Song glanced at Yan Shifan, refused to comment on what he just said, and immediately asked.

"Tell me, what happened again?"

Hearing this, Yan Shifan sneered, and put the invitation sent by King Yu in front of Yan Song, and then asked: "Father, in a few days it will be the hundred-day banquet of King Yu's son, do we need it?" What are you preparing in advance?"

Hearing this, Yan Song glanced at Yan Shifan lightly, picked up the invitation card on the table, and after looking at it twice, he turned to order: "Forget it, you can figure this out!"

"The gift you give doesn't need to be too brilliant, just what you want, do you understand?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he was afraid that Yan Shifan would not understand what he meant, so he immediately added another sentence.

"Yes, father, child, go down and start preparing!"

After Yan Shifan responded, he didn't stay too long, turned around and left Yan Song's room, and took the door with him.

After Yan Shifan left, he saw Yan Song looking at the invitation on the table with cloudy eyes, and couldn't help saying with emotion: "His Royal Highness Yu Wang, you are really a pitiful person!"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he shook his head imperceptibly, and immediately spread out the pen and paper, and continued to practice calligraphy.

……

The Forbidden City, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

At this moment, I saw Jiajing wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed.

In a place not far from Jiajing, a few Taoist scriptures were randomly scattered, and cinnabar and corresponding yellow paper were neatly placed on the desk beside it.

Ever since Jiajing discovered that he was still lacking in spiritual power, he thought of drawing talisman seals to exercise his spiritual power. From this, Jiajing began to experiment.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was filled with smog, like a fairyland. After that, Jiajing's eyes burst into light. Jiajing got up from the futon, came to the desk, dipped a brush in cinnabar, and secretly mobilized the mana in his body to start the whole body. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the work of drawing talisman seals.

At this moment, Jiajing's whole body was wrapped in lavender mana, and the originally silent aura around him also resonated because of Jiajing's behavior and became active again.

While Jiajing recited the formula silently in his heart, he also carefully poured the mana in his body onto the paper.

Since Jiajing already had the experience of drawing talismans before this, his speed of drawing talismans has also been greatly improved compared to before.

The more Jiajing painted, the more comfortable he felt, and the speed of drawing talismans gradually accelerated. After a while, Jiajing finished drawing three talisman seals exuding lavender light.

Seeing this situation, Jiajing mobilized some mana to let the three completed talismans float in front of him, and immediately began to perceive his mental state.

Seeing that his spiritual power had improved a little, Jiajing was overjoyed, and immediately waved his hand, put the three talismans into his sleeve, and said silently to himself.

"It seems that my previous conjecture was correct. Drawing talisman seals can indeed improve part of the spiritual power."

Jiajing suppressed his inner thoughts, and soon began to draw talisman seals, but this time, what Jiajing drew was not thunder talismans, but talisman seals specially used for praying for rain.

Jiajing's hands kept moving, and more and more talismans were drawn, one, two, three...

Just when Jiajing drew the sixth piece, a severe dizziness suddenly came from his mind. Seeing this situation, Jiajing knew that he had reached the limit, and immediately withdrew his mana.

Jiajing looked at the six rain-prayer talismans that had been drawn, with a smile on his face, and as before, he beckoned and put the six talismans into his sleeve.

I saw Jiajing waved his hand quite casually, took back his mana, and everything in the Hall of Mental Cultivation returned to its original state, and the smoke that had lingered in the Hall of Mental Cultivation disappeared quickly.

Afterwards, Jiajing sat on the dragon chair, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"If there is a place suffering from drought, I can use these drawn talismans to pray for rain?"

"I just need to take out the talisman and recite a few formulas silently, and in an instant, heavy rain will fall!"

Later, this idea was rejected by Jiajing himself.

"No, using these talismans requires infusion of mana and corresponding formulas. No one can use these talismans except Zhen!"

"It's impossible for me to go there personally every time a drought occurs in a place, right?"

Just as Jiajing was still racking his brains to think about the possible uses of these drawn talismans, Lu Fang's voice came from outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"His Majesty?"

Jiajing heard the words, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and said.

"Well, come in!"

After getting Jiajing's permission, Lu Fang, who had been waiting outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, opened the door and entered.

As soon as she entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Lu Fang felt that she was much more relaxed. Her whole body was surrounded by an inexplicable warmth, and even the exhaustion accumulated in the recent period disappeared in an instant. .

(End of this chapter)