Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Back in the room.

Chu Sheng began setting up the altar.

Then spread out yellow paper, grind cinnabar, and light incense and candles.

Light three incense sticks in the incense burner.

Burn the petition, pray in all directions, and ask the ancestral spirits for protection. First, recite the incantation for the imperial edict:

"The Northern Emperor bestowed upon me paper to draw talismans and ward off evil spirits. Each sheet is a divine drawing. Anyone who dares to disobey will be escorted to Fengdu City. So be it!"

"Imperial Edict!"

Then comes the incantation for consecrating the brush, followed by the incantation for consecrating the water, then the incantation for consecrating the inkstone, the incantation for consecrating the ink, and so on.

To put it simply, it's about stacking buffs on your magical artifacts.

Stack up the buffs.

Then he prayed to the gods in all directions.

"The Emperor gave me life, the Earth sustains me, the Sun and Moon illuminate me, the Big Dipper assists me, and the stars glorify me."

"Rivers carry me across, the North Star attends to me, wind and rain escort me, immortals lift me up, and the God of Destiny be with me..."

As the last word was uttered, a sudden, windless breeze arose on the offering table.

It created a vortex.

The candlelight flickered in the wind, yet it never went out.

The smoke rising from the incense burner also condensed and did not dissipate.

"It's in effect."

Chu Sheng breathed a huge sigh of relief.

He felt more confident, as this was the first time he had drawn a talisman on his own.

A little nervous, I then dipped the tip of my brush in crimson cinnabar and began to draw talismans.

The brush moves like dragons and snakes, the wrist hovers, and the mind concentrates and gathers energy.

The warm magical power within his dantian slowly rose, flowing along the meridians in his arm and into the tip of the pen.

The talisman is complete with the stroke of the brush!

The prototype of a "Five Thunder Suppressing Evil Talisman" is gradually emerging.

Drawing talismans not only consumes magical power, but also mental energy.

Seemingly simple.

In reality, every stroke must be in harmony with the Qi of heaven and earth; even the slightest mistake will render all previous efforts futile.

Draw the talisman.

Chu Sheng let out a long breath, his fingertips hovering between his eyebrows, chanting the profound scripture, and then using his fingers to lightly touch the head, core, and foot of the talisman, infusing it with magical power.

Then, the cinnabar patterns shimmered with a faint light, which then subsided.

Only then can it be considered a truly completed thunder talisman.

"It's done!"

Chu Sheng was overjoyed and respectfully placed the drawn thunder talisman aside.

He let out a heavy sigh, took a sip of water, and then continued drawing the next picture.

Before you knew it, the morning had passed.

Chu Sheng lived up to everyone's expectations.

He drew twelve "Five Thunder Talismans" and eight "Evil-Suppressing Talismans" in succession.

By the end, he was exhausted, covered in sweat, and completely drained.

This is not because Chu Sheng is slow.

In fact, drawing talismans is extremely mentally taxing.

You must be careful, careful, and even more careful.

……

After resting for a while.

Chu Sheng, holding the talisman he had drawn, was about to go to the front yard to look for Yu Chuda when he heard hurried footsteps coming from the courtyard gate.

Then, Lieutenant Wang approached quickly, his brow furrowed.

"Master Chu, please come with me to see Miss."

Chu Sheng asked curiously, "But what happened?"

Lieutenant Wang said, "Miss is delirious and can't recognize people."

Chu Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this, wondering if he had injured Miss Zhang's soul and spirit during the attack.

But then he thought again, confident that he hadn't had any other problems dealing with that ghost yesterday, and after a moment's thought, he said:

"Let's go, let's go take a look first."

Lieutenant Wang nodded and hurriedly led Chu Sheng to Miss Zhang's boudoir, calling out to General Zhang, who was inside looking anxious:

"General, I have brought Master Chu with me."

At this moment, several people were already standing in Miss Zhang's room, including Yu Chuda and the old man.

The three greeted each other and then stared at Miss Zhang on the bed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter just woke up briefly, but then fell unconscious again. Her body is cold and her breathing is weak."

"Xiao Ying says it's a 'soul-loss syndrome,' do you have any solutions?" Zhang Tiehu turned around and said in a deep voice.

Chu Sheng stepped forward, his eyes slightly open, and looked at Miss Zhang on the bed.

Upon seeing this, his heart sank.

Three inches above Miss Zhang's head, the three flames that should have been there were now as faint as candles flickering in the wind.

Even more bizarrely, a faint wisp of black energy lingered between her brows, slowly writhing like a venomous snake.

"No..." Chu Sheng murmured.

"What?" Yu Chuda leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"The dark aura between Miss Zhang's brows is rather strange, unlike bad luck." Chu Sheng frowned and reminded Yu Chuda to use his Heavenly Eye to examine it.

At this moment, the old man spoke up, "General, may I take a look at the young lady's arm?"

General Zhang nodded. At this point, he didn't care about etiquette; saving lives was all that mattered.

"See?"

Without saying a word, the old man stepped forward and pulled up Miss Zhang's sleeve, revealing numerous black spots beneath her skin.

His eyes lit up, and he revealed an expression that said, "I knew it!" "It's the Soul-Devouring Curse!"

After he finished speaking, he took a step back and explained to the crowd, "This is a curse technique that Japanese Onmyoji are most skilled at."

"Not only is it extremely powerful, but it's also impossible to defend against."

Yu Chuda frowned, puzzled, and asked:

"The art of cursing requires something personal to the person being cursed, such as their hair or nails..."

Chu Sheng said, "Perhaps, Kagura is someone I have met before, Miss Zhang."

"Masters, here's the situation," the butler explained.

"My daughter came home from school about two weeks ago and said she saw a woman in a kimono."

Chu Sheng said in a deep voice, "Then it matches."

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat tense; the enemy was in the dark while we were in the light, making the situation extremely difficult.

"Is there any way to treat this?" Duanmu Ying asked.

"Yes, yes..." The old man blinked, looking at General Zhang guiltily.

"Speak!" General Zhang was getting a little annoyed by the old man. As people get older, they tend to be hesitant and timid in everything they do.

"Strengthen the foundation and cultivate vitality..." the old man said.

"Find a sorcerer who can use his own vital essence to expel the ghostly energy from Miss Zhang's body."

General Zhang was taken aback: "How are you forcing me?"

The old man scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, then whispered two words in General Zhang's ear: "Dual cultivation."

"Damn it..." General Zhang was about to burst into a tirade, but he stopped himself, his tone hesitant as he asked, "Is it feasible?"

The old man nodded: "The higher the yang energy, the stronger the magic power, and the better the effect."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Chu Sheng and Yu Chuda.

wipe!

Chu Sheng cursed inwardly, thinking that Miss Zhang was not bad-looking.

That's not his type.

Besides, he would have done it even if he had no feelings for the person at all.

At least...

We need to give him something to provoke him.

"General, I can't..."

Before General Zhang could speak, Yu Chuda waved his hand sheepishly:

"My cultivation level is not high enough; I cannot deplete my vital energy."

General Zhang then looked at Chu Sheng, who also shook his head and said righteously:

"As a reputable sect, we cannot take advantage of someone in distress!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Chu Sheng with newfound respect.

"Nonsense!" Duanmu Ying frowned, and said seriously, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I think we should listen to this old Taoist priest..."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed, and she added, "Besides, you're not at a disadvantage."