"Three thousand?" Tian Chunmei exclaimed. She thought it was not cheap, but she didn't expect it to be so expensive. But she couldn't bargain for medical treatment. She felt extremely distressed and had to pay for it.

Fortunately, she came prepared.

Xia counted and counted, and one point was no more.

"Master, that's OK, you can prescribe the prescription!" Xia Qing divided the money into three parts according to the convention, she kept one part herself and the other part for the old Taoist priest. The remaining one thousand was naturally Huo Jiuting's.

"What if I can't get pregnant then?" Tian Chunmei was greedy for a moment of comfort and paid the money, but she was very uneasy.

"It won't be a problem." Xu Dajun smiled, "If it doesn't work, I will compensate you for this money!"

Xu Dajun thought, it was such a fucking life. Now he was a little suspicious that this Jiu Ye would not have been a game set up by Feng Mingsheng of the Jiangxi Society? If so, he would have suffered a great loss.

"Is there anything special about this prescription?" The old Taoist priest asked Xia Qing in a tone of questioning.

"Isn't it nothing? Isn't it just to cure the cold and warm up?" Xia Qing's eyes blinked, like stars in the sky. Huo Jiuting realized that her eyes were big, her eyelashes were actually very long, curled upward, just like the wings of a black-tailed butterfly, exuding indescribable aura.

After a while, Li Yihuan woke up. Tian Chunmei brought a bowl of water to him. He turned his head and treated Tian Chunmei as air. "Master, can you help me calculate when she disappeared?"

Li Yihuan's complexion was very bad. On the contrary, Tian Chunmei, who felt much more comfortable on her body, looked much rosy and had a glossy like porcelain glaze.

The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment, "Believe, this can only be done at night. And, you need some tools."

"I'll buy whatever tools I want now." Li Yihuan struggled to get up.

"A roast chicken man, yellow table, cinnabar, etc. I want these for the time being!" The old Taoist priest was not sure, but he believed that if his disciple wanted to make money, there would be a way. "It's very energy-consuming to make this. I usually don't know how to do it. You have seen it. I'm old and I'm not young. I can raise it for ten days and half a month, and I can raise it for a little. If I am not careful, I will pay my life. Are you sure you want to do it?"

"A person dies like a lamp extinguished!" Xu Dajun was afraid that he would be cheated too hard, so he advised Li Yihuan, "Brother, how many years have passed. Look at you and Sister Chunmei, can't you live a good life? You are just a couple now, why do you do that? Sister Chunmei is cured and she will give birth to a fat boy when she goes back to have a family of good life. It is serious to live a harmonious life."

Li Yihuan was not moved. He firmly pushed Xu Dajun away. It was still early, so he rushed down the mountain, "Where is the market? Is this closest to Huangshihe Street?"

"It's not far from four or five miles away. However, not every household will sell it to you." Xu Dajun advised.

"I'll go with you, so we'll buy it in the countryside. It doesn't matter if it's more expensive, there's always someone selling it to us."

Tian Chunmei's words finally made Li Yihuan feel a little excited, "Why do you care about me? If it weren't for you, we would be like this? If the child is gone, she will have no shame to see me and die."

"You can blame me no matter how much you say, I can buy it with you."

Xu Dajun did not want to get involved with the couple, so he did not follow him. When he was waiting in the mountains, Feng Ming was born. As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even take a sip of water. He asked, "Jiu Master, the cemetery is really Wei Zifu, Mr. Shen and the others are still looking for clues there. You said that the Han Palace was in Chang'an, which was 100,800 miles away from our place. Who set up a tomb for her here?"

"Aren't archaeologists working in this matter? Why do we ask us everything?" The old Taoist priest was afraid that this matter would be on his head again. He was a man who was greedy and wanted to take a disciple who could shine the sect, but he ended up in a deep pit and fell deeper and deeper.

Feng Mingsheng shrank his shoulders. He brought a lot of wine and food and set up a table in the yard. The old Taoist priest smelled the fragrance of wine and then his face became better.

Xia Qing went to bed for a nap and the sun was already west.

Li Yihuan and his wife have already returned, one faces east and the other faces west, sitting under the eaves of the corridor, without paying attention to anyone.

The big chicken husband's crown was so red that he dripped blood. He was winged and struggled desperately in the yard. The cinnabar and yellow table were placed on the shrine and worshipped in front of the Taoist ancestor of the Three Qingshu.

"Good disciple, you will do this job today. If you do it well, Master will reward you."

“How much is the reward?”

"This thousand dollars is yours." The old Taoist priest patted his pocket, containing the thousand dollars that Xia Qingcai gave him.

"There is also a thousand yuan for senior brother." Huo Jiuting said with a smile.

"It may not be possible!" Xia Qing said to Li Yihuan, "If Feng Jingyun had an obsession before his death, the only life in his hair would be sealed. Our practice can transform the thoughts and you can see them. If not, then there will be nothing."

"Can't you conjure souls through your hair?"

"Soul-conjuring? You're still calm, how can you have any soul? That's all feudal superstition, we don't do these things. We use scientific methods and use some means to change our minds."

Li Yihuan didn't believe it at all, but Xia Qing didn't care whether he believed it or not.

The so-called "soul-recruiting" also requires communication of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and this medium, or tool, is a talisman. The ghost-drawing talismans on the talisman are actually formations.

The difficulty of drawing talismans lies in it. First, there must be true qi in the body. The true qi is actually hidden deep in the human body and everyone has it, but most people will not mobilize it. Only those who cultivate "qi" can perceive its existence. The process of refining qi is to draw qi into the body.

The second difficulty in drawing talismans is that the entire talisman must be drawn in one stroke, and there cannot be any stop in the middle. The true energy is infused and completed in one go, and it cannot be wrong at all.

Just these two points lead to a lot of talismans being lost during the inheritance process.

This is true. The old Taoist priest lived to be 108 years old and was considered a master in this industry. However, if he asked him to draw talismans, he could only draw a few low-level talismans that seek good fortune and avoid bad luck. Whether they can be drawn in one stroke depends on luck.

"Senior brother, you can only draw this talisman."

Xia Qing crushed the cinnabar, mixed it with chicken blood, spread the yellow table on the table, and handed the pen to Huo Jiuting.

Huo Jiuting's secret injury has healed for 80% of the past ten. To be honest, he does not think that the ghost-painting talismans that the old Taoist priests paint on people every time can have a lot of useful things. The ancestors may have really invented many good things, but in this Dharma-Ending Age, not many useful things have been passed down.
Chapter completed!