Chapter 144 Super Sword
Chapter 144 Super Sword
The shadows of the trees are lush, and the shadows of the clouds and sunlight are intertwined. Occasionally, clouds will pass through the woods and fall to the ground, making people feel as if they are in a dream.
A young girl with pigtails and wearing an old cloth dress was holding a Buddhist scripture and reading it carefully with a frown on her brow. Perhaps she came across a word she didn't recognize, and her eyes were fixed on a certain part of the densely written text in the book and couldn't move away.
Not far away, a monk and a Taoist were arguing endlessly, but they were worried about disturbing the girl's reading. Their facial expressions were exaggerated but their voices were very low.
After reading it several times, the girl quietly looked up at the monk and Taoist priest in the distance, and then made up her mind and walked towards the handsome young man who was drawing talismans and folding paper in the distance.
The young man held a cinnabar pen in his hand. He smoothed out the talisman paper and placed it on a stone slab, then drew the talisman in one go.
"Hey!"
The voice came from the front.
It turned out that there were two people, one fat and one thin, building a wall with stones in front.
The wall they built was very interesting. It was only one person high and three people wide, like a door, but behind each wall there was another wall, about half a step apart. Now they had built six walls, and there was no sign of stopping.
"It's almost done, take a rest." Tan Wenjie said.
If he wanted to practice the art of passing through walls, he needed a training environment that would cooperate with him, so Fei Bao and Jia Le were conscripted by him.
Then he turned to look at Jingjing: "Which word don't you know?"
After staying for most of the day, the group had become familiar with each other.
It wasn't the first time Jingjing asked about a word she didn't know. She directly handed the scripture to Tan Wenjie and pointed at it: "This one."
Tan Wenjie read as much of the Diamond Sutra as Jingjing did. If he teaches Jingjing to recognize words for a few more days, she should be able to recite this sutra by herself.
So there are some requirements for becoming a monk. It is not enough to just cut your hair and say "Amitabha". You have to know how to read. Otherwise, if you can only say "Amitabha", you are just filling in the gaps.
The sound of a monk and a Taoist talking in the distance gradually faded away.
Simu was smiling proudly. Although he and Ikkyu had an evenly matched argument, his uncle was very powerful. That little girl named Jingjing had been following Tan Wenjie all the time. It would be better to take the little girl away. What was the point of her following a monk?
Ikkyu, on the other hand, had a calm attitude, only chanting "Amitabha". He didn't care about anything. He saved Jingjing because he couldn't bear to see her suffer, and now if she had a good place to go, he wouldn't force her to stay.
Although both of them could see that Tan Wenjie was not a loyal person, in this era, capable men had three wives and four concubines, while incapable people could not even fill their stomachs. Whether being a maid or doing something else, it was better than following a monk.
Tan Wenjie seemed to have no interest in Jingjing. He was practicing magic and studying his ancestors' experiences. Jingjing didn't have any extra ideas either. She was now stumped by the words in the Diamond Sutra and her mind was full of studying.
In half a day, she lost more hair than she had in several days.
Studying is very difficult.
After learning the characters from Tan Wenjie and reading them aloud twice, Jingjing turned and left.
By the afternoon, Tan Wenjie stood in front of the wall.
The wall-penetrating technique can penetrate 20 centimeters of wall at a time.
The other people also liked to watch the fun, and when they found out that Tan Wenjie was going to practice, they came over and watched him run forward quickly without any hindrance, and pass through one wall after another without stopping at all. They were immediately amazed at his extraordinary ability.
Especially Jingjing and Jiale, they had already covered their mouths.
“Master, Master, it’s a deity!” Jia Le pointed his trembling fingers at Tan Wenjie, “A deity!”
Taoist Simu slapped Jia Le on the back of his hand: "That's the wall-walking technique!"
Jiale then asked, "Master, can you do it?"
Yes? Of course not! All I have learned my whole life is to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits and drive away corpses.
Simu sighed: "Master uncle's cultivation is extraordinary."
Jiale admired Tan Wenjie so much after the show that he went to Tan Wenjie's side after dinner.
"Brother Jie, your magic is so powerful."
Tan Wenjie: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
The Lightning Thunder Fist cannot be taught, the Zhuge family's human-ghost fusion technique cannot be taught, but there are no problems with the rest.
Jiale was surprised and nodded quickly to agree, but then he saw Simu coming over and slapping him on the back of his head.
"Brat, have you learned what I taught you?"
Jiale muttered quietly: "You don't know any magic."
Walking through walls and escaping the ground is so cool, but driving away zombies and sending customers is boring and annoying, there is no comparison.
"We are corpse drivers. Why should we learn magic?"
The purpose of corpse driving is to send customers home safely. Do you really have to go around exorcising demons and monsters without doing business every day? People will starve to death if they can't fill their stomachs.
Seeing the master raising his hand to hit someone again, Jiale immediately hid behind the monk: "Master, save me!"
"Amitabha." The monk didn't seem to say anything, but when Tan Wenjie and others saw the two men's eyes meet, they knew that they were fighting again.
The more they argued, the more emotional they became, and they no longer cared about anyone else.
Suddenly they heard Jiale's voice: "It's a bit difficult, can Brother Jie change another one?"
They turned around and saw several people standing together.
Unexpectedly, Jiale went to learn magic, and even Jingjing was there to listen.
Tan Wenjie did not hide his secrets, but after Jiale heard it, he stamped his feet and chanted incantations, but to no avail.
Simu immediately abandoned Ichikyu, strode over, and pulled Jiale's ear: "How can you learn it without any concentration?"
"What did your uncle teach you?" Simu asked.
Jiale counted on his fingers: "Walking through walls, escaping underground, sky eye, paper man spy, invulnerability, and invisibility."
Four eyes: "..."
It was less than an incense stick of time, and in Simu's opinion, teaching one spell was difficult enough, but Tan Wenjie directly taught six?
You can't teach your disciples this way. It's bad, and you owe too much.
Simu thought it was no big deal to let Jiale learn one or two spells. It was just the elders teaching the younger ones. After all, Tan Wenjie had learned the experience of being beaten from his ancestor.
But six spells.
His teeth ached when he heard this.
Simu suddenly asked, "What is invisibility?"
Why hasn't he heard of this spell?
"After I use it, no matter if it's a ghost or a demon, they won't be able to see me."
"You must not see it?"
Tan Wenjie nodded: "If there is no smell on the body, it should not be visible."
Invisibility should be considered a special spell in the world of "The Haunted Cop", just like the Lightning Thunder Fist, it is impossible to learn it in another world.
Simu took a deep breath and said, "Even the ghosts and gods are jealous."
Jiale added in a low voice: "It's one inch shorter each time you use it, Master."
Men, especially older boys who have not yet fully experienced the ups and downs of life, attach great importance to this aspect.
“What’s the big deal about being short?” He glanced at Jiale. If nothing unexpected happened, Jiale would definitely not be able to marry a wife. At most, he would inherit his legacy and drive corpses for the rest of his life.
No good family would marry their daughter to someone who hangs out with zombies every day. Everyone just wants to live in peace.
Besides, if I can save my life, it doesn’t matter if I lose an inch.
"I learned it by chance from a heavenly book."
The invisibility technique is only used against demons and monsters and will not have any effect on humans, so Tan Wenjie did not feel any psychological burden when teaching it. He even thought that it would be great if Simu could also help him understand the secret. It would be great if it could solve the sequelae of being one inch shorter.
Simu didn't expect that he would end up becoming the one who learned along with others.
I wanted to refuse, but the temptation of invisibility was too great.
Although there is only one chance to learn the art of invisibility if it is passed down orally, it can be learned at will if it is written on paper. Judging from Simu's eager look, he probably doesn't mind the cost of being an inch shorter.
"It seems that women can also use it, so that means there is no effect at all?" Tan Wenjie looked at Jingjing.
But then he shook his head. To use the invisibility technique, one must be naked. Ghosts cannot see it but people can. In this day and age, this is still too much.
Clairvoyance is the simplest and easiest spell to learn.
Jiale and Jingjing's foreheads glowed, and an eye shining with golden light actually slowly flew out.
Unfortunately, they both failed after a short while.
Jingjing couldn't squeeze out any magic power, while Jiale's mind was unstable and he couldn't control himself.
"I got it, I got it!" Jiale shouted in surprise.
"Start from the easy to the difficult, learn slowly, come and I will teach you again"
On the other side, Simu has already learned the art of invisibility. This spell that even ghosts and gods are jealous of is surprisingly easy to learn, perhaps because the cost is too high.
But after learning it, there is another problem.
Give money? Tan Wenjie is very rich.
Give me spells? I guess I don't know as much as Tan Wenjie.
Then we can only take out our old capital. Since Tan Wenjie is so interested in the ancestor, he will surely like the things left by the ancestor.
……
"Super sword?"
Tan Wenjie was called away by Simu when he was resting just now. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Simu walking out of the bedroom with a small bronze dagger one foot long in his hand.
"This sword is very useful for slaying demons and binding evil spirits. It is a treasure passed down by my ancestor."
After taking the sword, Tan Wenjie looked down.
Material unknown, but strong.
Tan Wenjie looked around and looked towards his bedroom. There was a huge sword as tall as a person standing in the corner.
Finally, his eyes fell on Simu's face.
"Ahem!" Simu was a little embarrassed. "That's what our great master used. It's very heavy. It's not easy for you to use, uncle."
The standard configuration of the ancestors? Then we can't let it go.
"I was born with supernatural powers, just give me some to use as I please."
He grabbed the solid sword weighing hundreds of pounds in his hand and swung it with great force.
Only Tan Wenjie has a pair of iron fists. It would be impossible for others to wield them even if they tried their best.
Boom!
The sword smashed into the ground, creating a hole.
Tan Wenjie was leaning on the big sword that was as big as a door panel, feeling refreshed. He felt that all the strength in his body could finally be released without having to suppress it, nor did he feel as frustrated as punching the air.
"strong enough!"
The forging technique is unknown, but the thin hilt can actually support a sword body weighing hundreds of pounds of iron. It is indeed extraordinary.
It is hard to say whether it is easy to use or not. It is only suitable for people with great strength. The heavier the object you lift, the higher your combat effectiveness will be.
But it should be enough to keep it for strength training.
(End of this chapter)