Pure Yang!

Chapter 64 Jiang Hu's Talisman, Completely Dead

After that night, Jiang Hu was imprisoned for three years and was eventually kicked out of the family, and the relationship between the family and the incense was cut off.

He was framed, kept in the dark, and was involved in a murder. His Taoism almost collapsed, and he was imprisoned for three years and was eventually expelled from the sect.

Jiang Hu's life took a sharp turn for the worse, and bad luck seemed to have a special liking for him.

From that day on, he lost everything.

"During the three years of confinement, he attempted suicide twenty-one times, but was rescued each time." Shen Qingli said in a deep voice.

"Although ignorance is not a crime, the murder he committed is real, and Maoshan cannot tolerate him."

At this point, a hint of sadness appeared in Shen Qingli's eyes.

From then on, Jiang Hu's inner demon was hard to eradicate, and his cultivation became problematic, with his days and nights going backwards...

"As far as talismans are concerned, he is completely useless."

"I didn't expect... that he actually had such a past." Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

It is hard to reconcile Jiang Hulu's usual nonchalant and cynical appearance with his appearance.

"That's his protective color... His inner demons are too heavy, and sooner or later he will enter the [dark night]..." Shen Qingli sighed.

The path of spiritual practice is like walking on thin ice. Once the conscious mind becomes agitated, there is a risk of a long night. Even a heavenly master may suffer a setback in his practice.

"Gods were originally mortals, but mortals were afraid that their wills were not strong enough... Is that why God sent down endless calamities?" Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

“The founder of Chunyang suffered the hardship of losing his family and failing the imperial examination, the real person Ziyang suffered the disaster of being exiled to Lingnan, and Chen Xiyi suffered the difficulty of failing the imperial examination… Since ancient times, all the masters of alchemy have to go through hardships and difficulties in the world and survive hundreds of calamities…” Shen Qingli sighed softly.

"His calamity...is too difficult!"

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, Shen Qingli suddenly called out, bringing Zhang Fan back to his senses.

"There's a big event happening in our family recently. Can you keep him here to watch the ceremony for me?"

"Xuanjian Treasure Scroll?" Zhang Fan blurted out.

"It seems that he told you..." Shen Qingli looked at the direction where Jiang Hu was going away with deep meaning: "He is talented in talismans, but..."

“Perhaps the appearance of this treasure can touch him.”

"I understand." Zhang Fan nodded.

"I'll have someone arrange a guest room for you." Shen Qingli smiled faintly, showing gratitude, then nodded, turned and left.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, Jiang Hu's voice came from a distance, and Zhang Fan hurried over.

"The cargo has been unloaded. These five big barrels of pulp are really heavy." Jiang Hu leaned against the Five Spirits Rainbow Light and let out a long breath.

This truckload of goods that arrives before dawn is made entirely of special paper pulp, made from peach wood from Mount Nanshan. It goes through more than thirty processes. On the 15th of every month, when the moon is full, it is bathed in moonlight on the mountain. When the Great Heat begins, it needs to be soaked in the sun for another month before it can be delivered.

These are all top-quality materials for making talisman paper. A barrel of wood pulp costs two hundred thousand.

This truckload of goods alone is worth a million, and the commission alone is one point.

"Ten thousand yuan... I'm not afraid of being penniless and disappointing the pretty lady in the alley." Jiang Hu grinned and said, "Let's go."

"You don't spend all the money you earn on washing feet, do you?" Zhang Fan glanced at him.

He saw last time that there were at least seven or eight VIP gold cards of nearby clubs in Jiang Hu's drawer.

"Let me ask you a question." Jiang Hu suddenly said very seriously.

"What?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but become serious when he saw this.

"If you meet a girl who doesn't want a house, a car, savings, a diamond ring, or you to treat her to a meal, a movie, shopping, or gifts, and who won't even bother you..."

"I just want to talk to you when you are tired, so that you can relax physically and mentally..."

"Is it too much to give such a good girl 498 every time?"

"..."

"Is it too much?" Faced with Jiang Hu's question, Zhang Fan was speechless. Such a unique idea really opened a new door for him.

"Don't say I don't take care of you."

As he spoke, Jiang Hu took out a bright yellow talisman from his arms, folded it into a triangle, and wrapped it with red silk thread.

"what is this?"

"Heroic Talisman!" Jiang Hu whispered.

"Heroic Talisman? What kind of talisman is that?" Zhang Fan looked curious.

These days, he carefully studied the [Taoist Secret Records] and learned a lot about talismans. He even knew some strange talismans.

For example, the [Fat-Eating Talisman] is said to be written with talisman ink made from a special insect. This kind of insect can only grow out of the corpse three years after the death, and is extremely precious.

Especially in modern times, with the popularization of cremation, this kind of insect is rarely seen.

The [Fat-Eating Talisman] made in this way can be attached three inches below the navel, and the fat in the body can be reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye. With the [Fat-Eating Talisman] made by a powerful talisman master, it is no problem to lose 30 to 40 kilograms in a month.

It is much more powerful than the [Thin Oil] sold by the He family that day, and it has no side effects.

"This is my exclusive recipe!" Jiang Hu lowered his voice, sounding mysterious.

"This is the talisman ink I made from cow gun powder, donkey gun powder, horse gun powder, oyster gun powder, tiger gun powder... and many other ingredients..."

"Oysters also have guns!?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Hu glanced at it and said indifferently: "Anyway, this thing is time-consuming and labor-intensive. When you use it, burn it, and mix the ashes into water and drink it..."

"It's so useful, anyone who uses it will know it, I sell it online for 1200 copies."

"This thing costs 1200? What's its use?" Zhang Fanqi asked.

"This thing can make old clams give birth to pearls and can make iron trees bloom. One talisman is worth five small blue pills." Jiang Hulu whispered.

"So awesome?" Zhang Fan looked at the talisman in his hand.

"Then I'll sell it online for 2,000 yuan. I'm afraid someone will buy it."

"..."

"You're here to make a profit from the price difference, right?" Jiang Hu rolled his eyes.

"Let's go."

As he spoke, Jiang Hu called Zhang Fan to get in the car.

"I heard that the Shen family's [Xuanjian Baolu] is almost complete, let's stay and take a look."

At this moment, Zhang Fan changed the subject and spoke suddenly.

"Are you almost there?"

Jiang Hu was slightly startled, and then looked at the incense rising into the sky from the Shen family.

"It's been practiced for three generations, and you say it's accomplished?"

"You don't believe it?" Zhang Fan said casually.

"It's not so easy to condense thousands of talismans into one." Jiang Hu sighed.

He was originally from Maoshan and practiced talismans, so he naturally knew what these four words represented.

When you start practicing Taoism, you do addition, and later on you do subtraction.

Each mountain and each sect has its own tradition of talismans, and naturally they have all tried to combine their own talismans into one. Of course, these are all kept secret.

"Among them, Longhu Mountain went the furthest..."

"Longhu Mountain!?" Zhang Fan's heart moved.

"The world's talismans belong to Longhu, but unfortunately, eighty years ago, the Taoist sect suffered a great catastrophe and all the people of Longhu Zhang family died." Jiang Huyou sighed.

(End of this chapter)