Endless route

Chapter 103 10. Yin Spell

On the second day after returning to Fuen City, Zheng Yun opened the secret realm, moved the tables, chairs, pots and bowls in, and then led Ji Dao out to familiarize him with the environment.

"Damn it, Master Xian, is this our shop? It's actually opened directly in the human world?" Jidao looked around and said in shock at the cars filling the street.

"You need to stay in the pawn shop for a few days to get familiar with the environment and adapt your words and deeds."

Zheng Yun sighed and spoke.

Ji Dao and Xian Yao are both standard ‘talents and strangers’ recorded in ancient books. They are both isolated from the world and have never had contact with the human world.

Ji Dao has a good brain, and since the Heavenly Palace has not been isolated for too long, the problem is not that big. Immortals and monsters are the ones that cause headaches. Zheng Yun doesn't even know how to teach her.

"Master Xian, you said before that this was Fu'en City, was it called Xian'en before?" Ji Dao came out of the pawn shop, stood under the locust tree, looked around, and suddenly turned around and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Zheng Yun was confused.

"The Commander-in-Chief of Haiwei's Western Region is in Xian'en. Master Xian, is it here?" Jidao asked again.

"It should be, but I've never heard of it before. This street is indeed an ancient street, but the ancient buildings were all destroyed during the war, and not much was left." Zheng Yun shook his head.

The adoptive father left the Western Region Commander's badge, which may prove that the Commander is indeed in Fuen City, but he really doesn't know where it is.

"Then I'll go back and look for the map. Lord Immortal, there should be a fixed immortal gate leading to the secret realm of Supervisory Immortal Division. If we can find it, it will be much more convenient for us."

Jidao smiled and was about to go back to Tiangong to investigate the ancient books. He couldn't wait to do something.

Although Zheng Yun was curious, he still stretched out his hand to stop him: "No rush, I will take you to buy something first this time, so that you can understand the current shopping process."

"OK."

Jidao nodded and followed Zheng Yun.

Zheng Yun drove a small truck and took Ji Dao to the morning market to buy things. He bought dozens of bags of rice and flour at the grain and oil store in one go, and also bought a lot of easy-to-store dry goods.

Looking at the food on the street, Ji Dao beamed with joy and grinned to the sky. He carried a bag of rice to the car with one hand and drooled at the roasted chicken in the earthen pot.

Zheng Yun was not short of money for the time being. Seeing that Ji Dao wanted to eat, he bought some cooked meat for him and Xian Yao. Boxes of ham and canned meat were loaded into the car. It didn't take long for the car to be full, so he was forced to go back first. A trip to the secret realm was delivered.

Then came the second trip.

This time I bought something easy to store.

Endless shipping routes have made ships on the sea denser, and many people have gone to sea to work in primitive and barren areas. Therefore, easy-to-store food has developed in a variety of ways.

Everything is available.

It just so happens that hot pot is also inclusive of all things. Zheng Yun only needs to consider the wholesale price and nothing else.

The morning market in the old neighborhood sells everything. Next door is the cultural and entertainment market. Zheng Yun even took Ji Dao to see it and see if he could eat this bowl of rice.

After walking around the market, Ji Dao shook his head frequently. He looked down on the things here. They were all stuck with trading years. Anything Tiangong could pick out would be better than this.

When he said this, Zheng Yun roughly understood that he was overthinking, and it was unlikely that Jidao would be able to find out what he was missing based on his knowledge. His mind was filled with things about gods, ghosts, and mysticism, and these ordinary ancient utensils were incomprehensible.

If you want him to pick up things, you have to go to the Western territory and pick up things that are not available here and involve gods, ghosts and Taoism. He must be an expert in this area.

Zheng Yungang was about to take Ji Dao away, but Ji Dao suddenly pulled Zheng Yun, pointed forward and whispered:

"Master Immortal, look what that is, there is something like that here."

Looking forward in the direction of his finger, there was a Tie Fang Zun placed on a stall in front of him. It looked like something used for sacrifice in the early Ming Dynasty.

But it's a fake.

It looks ridiculous at first glance.

Moreover, this thing exceeds the trading limit and dares to be displayed on a street stall in broad daylight. It cannot be authentic no matter what.

"Master Immortal, that is a kind of Yin curse. There is a record of this thing in the side-sect refining books recorded in the Heavenly Palace. Wearing it for a long time can make people die from Yin deficiency. In addition, it also has an important function, which is to suppress ghosts."

Ji Dao added quietly.

Zheng Yun shifted his gaze and looked at the wrist of the middle-aged stall owner, who was wearing seven or eight colorful bracelets and a muddy jade plaque engraved with ghost patterns.

But this jade medal doesn't look real either. It's yellow, red and white, and looks like it's been dyed.

"Really?" Zheng Yun asked.

"This thing requires extracting the jade core, replacing it with some herbal minerals, and then soaking it in potion to infect it. The process is quite complicated and ordinary people cannot do it."

Ji Dao took a closer look and shook his head: "This one should have been dug out of a grave. It has no effect anymore. Just wear it."

"Then continue shopping." Zheng Yun ignored this matter. Before modern times, there was Eastern feudal superstition, and the streets were full of gods and goddesses. It is normal to have some leftovers.

They can't take care of everything, they don't have that much time, and they don't have that many manpower. It was like this last time at the Sanskrit Loft. Zheng Yun learned that it was euthanasia and it was voluntary for tourists, so he didn't take care of it anymore.

There is another reason.

He had just set fire to the Qianxian Dojo that day. He was afraid that passers-by would report it or the camera would capture it, so he didn't dare to stay in Qianfu City longer and left in a hurry.

"Master Immortal, it's best to ask him where the things come from. This kind of evil spell belongs to a side sect, and it suppresses non-mundane things." Jidao continued.

"Then go and ask. Don't cause trouble. If you get caught, it will be very troublesome." Zheng Yun created conditions for Jidao to adapt to the atmosphere of city life as soon as possible.

Jidao didn't have an ID card, so he got into trouble and was caught in the police station. It was not easy to solve, but it was not impossible. A Taoist like him lived in seclusion. As long as he provided proof, he could get a replacement most of the time.

The fairy demon is similar. She is deaf and may not be able to pass the mental retardation test. She is a disabled person who cannot remember where her home is, but she can also get a certificate.

Zheng Yun gave Ji Dao a mobile phone, then went shopping nearby and got some natural gas tanks.

Just moved it into the car.

Jidao ran back and whispered to Zheng Yun: "Master Xian, that man said he collected the things. I feel something is wrong. He has obvious symptoms of Yin deficiency. He probably has more than one Yin spell in his hand." .”

"Did you tell him the truth?" Zheng Yun asked.

"I clicked a few words, but he didn't react too much. This person is not in the right position." Ji Dao shook his head.

"If it's not serious, don't worry about it."

Zheng Yun did not intend to delve into this matter.

"By the way, Master Xian, didn't we say that we need to refine the medicine powder? There should be a dojo near Xian'en City. You can go and have a look and look for the ingredients for the medicine powder."

Ji Dao nodded and talked about other things.

"There are indeed a few dojos, but can they have this kind of material?" Zheng Yun was a little doubtful.

The medicine powder Ji Dao mentioned was the powder sprinkled by ghost generals. The ingredients for that stuff should be hard to find.

"Ordinary Taoist temples may not have them, but Taoist temples should have some. I am a descendant of the Tiangong Taoist temple. Going to these Taoist temples should give me some dignity, so I can buy some directly."

Ji Dao smiled.

Judging from his self-effacing expression, the should in his sentence could probably be deleted directly.