Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 48: The Forty-Seventh Palm of the Civet Cat Spirit
The white fog in the yard was getting thicker and thicker, and white fish and white shrimps were swimming slowly in the air. As Chen Beimo focused his thoughts, the body of one of the white shrimps became more and more solid, and even turned into a real river shrimp.

Seeing this, Chen Beimo reached out and grabbed the shrimp and placed it on his palm, then opened his mouth and spit out a dark blue magical energy. The Mist Shrimp instantly waved its two claws, and a light blue color appeared on its body, as if it were real.

He waved his hand again, and a mist fish was transformed into a vivid black carp in the same way.

A fish and a shrimp were swimming around, as if they were really alive, each with its own expression.

Chen Beimo waved his sleeves, and the fog in the sky dissipated, and all the fog fish and shrimps disappeared.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on experiencing the combination of fog and Qi. This white fog was produced when the Dharma Qi dissipated.

The various expressions in the fog are all manifestations of his mind. This spell is only in its infancy now. When his mind moves, the sky will turn into rivers and seas, and fish, shrimps, pythons and dragons will appear. He will be able to control spirits with his mind, and all the creatures in this fog are his army of aquatic creatures.

The ancient method is different from the modern method. It has both magic and spells, and the path is already set. You just need to follow the steps.

The ancient method only involves practicing the true scriptures, but there are no fixed spells. For each spell, one needs to combine the ancient principles with the spirituality of heaven and earth, control the Qi with the spirit, and control the spell with the Qi. When one practices to a truly high level, one will understand all spells.

This is why the ancient method is so difficult, and almost no one dares to practice it nowadays. It not only requires understanding, Taoism, heart, and aptitude, but also requires the foundation of the realm of heaven and earth.

This has to be said that Yunzhou City is really a perfect place where spiritual energy gathers and the heaven and earth meet. If you go to the north, you can't find a place where the yin and yang of Kanli meet. Although Kan water is yin, people are yang. If you only cultivate yin, sooner or later you will exhaust your yang energy and your vitality. How can you talk about the great way?

Chen Beimo comprehended the mystery of the spell for a long time, and said softly: "This spell was born between clouds and water, so let's call it Shui Miao Yun Palace."

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already getting dark and most of the day had passed.

It is true that one does not realize how long time is in practice, and the days just pass by like this.

In the blink of an eye, September was drawing to an end, and it was raining continuously. On the morning of the 27th, the rain gradually stopped.

Chen Beimo took Dabao, Xiaobao and Wang Chengze up the mountain.

It’s because Tingyu Pavilion needs fresh bamboo to make umbrellas.

Dabao drove the carriage, Xiaobao and Wang Chengze followed behind Chen Beimo, and the group went up the mountain.

Walking in the forest where the rain has just stopped, the autumn leaves all over the mountain are swaying in the wind, giving a feeling of autumn late in the empty mountain after the rain.

After entering the bamboo forest in the mountains, Chen Beimo looked at a bulging forest and sighed, "I'm afraid that in three to five years, all the bamboo forests outside Yunzhu Mountain will be cut down."

Dabao replied, "Master, that's right. I see that many families in the city use bamboo as wood. If we accumulate bamboo every day, I'm afraid there will be thousands of bamboos."

"I remember that we still have four acres of land at home. Let's grow bamboo in the future. After a few years of hard work, when the bamboos on Yunzhu Mountain are gone, the bamboos in the field should be almost grown!" Chen Beimo instructed Dabao.

"Yes, young master." Dabao nodded in agreement.

Chen Beimo led them to cut more than twenty bamboos, and then split them into width, length and length and put them on the carriage.

The family built a stable, bought two good horses, and equipped it with a carriage and a carriage. The carriage was used to transport goods, and the carriage was used to transport people.

When they were returning to the city, Chen Beimo took down a red silk umbrella covered with a coarse cloth umbrella from the carriage and said to them, "You three can go back first. I will go and deliver this umbrella to the guest's family."

"Yes, Master!"

Wang Chengze also let out a sound and fell asleep next to the pile of bamboo on the carriage due to exhaustion.

Chen Beimo picked up the umbrella and walked slowly towards Baitu Village. In his flowing royal blue long-sleeved clothes and green cardigan, coupled with his handsome face, he looked like a nobleman walking in the village, and the villagers couldn't take their eyes off him.

Along the way, at least seven or eight village women blushed when they saw him, but they couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at him.

Chen Beimo frowned slightly, it seemed that he would need to learn a spell to conceal his face in the future.

He found an old man who was telling stories to a group of children under a tree, and said with a smile: "Old man, do you know a scholar named Zhang Ying?"

"Oh?" The white-haired old man, who was nearly 70 years old, looked up at him and suddenly felt that he was extraordinary. His heart trembled. He did not speak in a tone of seniority, but instead said with a little respect: "This noble man, are you here to look for Zhang Ying?"

Under the tree, a group of children, most of whom were wearing open-crotch pants, looked at him curiously, with clear surprise in their innocent big eyes, because the man in front of them looked exactly like the immortal that the old uncle had mentioned.

"That's right." Chen Beimo had a slight smile on his face. A group of children in front of him always made people feel good.

"He ordered an umbrella from my shop, but he hasn't picked it up for a while. So he came to return it."

The old man in his seventies sighed and said, "What a pity! You came too late. Zhang Ying went crazy more than three months ago, and he is still acting crazy at home. I'm afraid he won't need an umbrella anymore."

"Crazy?" Chen Beimo asked in surprise, "How could a normal person go crazy?"

"His house is haunted. Zhang Yingfei said that a rich lady had secretly promised to spend her life with him and would not marry anyone else." The old man said with a look of regret, "Everyone advised him not to be so foolish, but young people don't listen to advice. He stayed at home with the door closed, saying that he was going to live with that lady.

Later, he lost his mind, and there was a gloomy atmosphere in the house, so the villagers didn’t dare to persuade him. He had no parents, so naturally no one cared about him.

"Please point me in the direction, old man." Chen Beimo said.

"Walk one mile ahead, under the big locust tree, next to the grass ditch, there is a small courtyard built alone. That's his home. He originally had the hope of passing the imperial examination, but now it's all gone." The old man shook his head and said regretfully.

"Thank you, old man." Chen Beimo thanked him and turned to leave.

The old man couldn't help but ask, "Are you really going?"

"Of course. Now that I'm here." Chen Beimo said with a smile.

"May I ask which store it is? It is honest and trustworthy, so we can buy from it with confidence."

"Tingyu Pavilion, Xishui Street, Xifang."

Chen Beimo turned and walked away. Looking at his departing figure, the old man whispered to himself, "It turns out there are real immortals in this world."

"Old uncle, what kind of immortal is this? Tell us about it quickly."

The children under the tree asked curiously.

The nearly 100-year-old village elder smiled kindly and said, "The immortal may be right in front of us, but we mortals cannot see the true face of the immortal."

Chen Beimo took an umbrella and walked towards the direction the old man pointed. The nearly 100-year-old man revealed a sense of vicissitudes. If he was over a hundred years old, he would be able to give off a ray of ancient worldly air. Ordinary demons and evil spirits could not approach him, and treacherous villains, bullies and bandits could not enter his house. A pair of eyes that have seen the world for a hundred years can glimpse the secrets of heaven and people's destiny.

The old man saw the magical energy in himself and mistook him for an immortal.

The old man asked him about the store because he wanted to leave a way out for his descendants.

Chen Beimo answered and gave him a chance to become an immortal.

I walked past the villagers and came to the big locust tree. Just standing at the door, I felt a gust of cold wind blowing.

This piece of land is a place where yin gathers and is prone to attract evil spirits and evil things.

Since God has given him such a guest, he should come over there and take a look. Chen Beimo had no taboos and knocked on the closed door.

"Is anyone there?" "Ga~"

"Gah~"

"Gah~"

Two shiny black crows were startled from the big locust tree, flapped their wings and flew into the sky, screaming strangely.

After knocking on the door for a long time but no one opened it, Chen Beimo was not polite. He waved his sleeves and pulled open the wooden bolt behind the door, and the two doors opened by themselves.

"crunch..."

The old door hinge made a harsh sound when it turned, and the gloomy sky blew up dark clouds that suppressed the sky. The gap in the door gradually widened, and a desolate scene of weeds grew there. Unknown wild grasses covered the doors and windows. When the door was opened, there was a faint green smoke in the yard, and some wild animal had sneaked into the deep grass.

This is a completely deserted courtyard, without even a single person in sight.

Chen Beimo took off the umbrella cover, slowly opened the red silk umbrella in his hand, and said to the desolate courtyard: "The umbrella from Tingyu Pavilion has been delivered, and the customer and our pavilion have settled the payment."

After saying that, he gently placed the umbrella on the ground and was about to close the door.

But at this time there was a strong wind and blue smoke rising. In the blink of an eye, the desolate courtyard in front of him disappeared, leaving only a luxurious villa.

Chen Beimo was standing at the gate of the courtyard at this moment, and saw a scholar with a pale face but a happy smile sitting next to a table of fine wine and delicious food in the courtyard.

It’s that Zhang Ying!
When he saw Chen Beimo, he stood up and said with a smile: "Where did the guest come from? Why don't we have a drink together?"

Chen Beimo remained calm and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I am only here to deliver an umbrella. Earlier this year, Mr. Zhang came to my Tingyu Pavilion to order a red silk umbrella, but he never came to pick it up, so I sent it here today."

"Oh, this gentleman is so handsome."

A beautiful woman wearing a long silk gauze dress, with her collarbone and calves exposed, walked out of the house. Her bare pink feet stepped on the smooth blue brick road.

"Why don't you share a drink with us sisters?"

"Xing'er, Chun'er, why don't you come out and entertain the guests!"

"Coming, sister."

Then two cute girls walked out quickly, with innocent smiles on their faces, and came forward to pull him.

The courtyard door behind Chen Beimo closed quietly.

The three women and the table full of wine, meat and delicious food were tempting him in every possible way.

"Zhang Ying, you don't care about your concubines?"

Chen Beimo ignored them and instead asked Zhang Ying who was eating and drinking at the table.

"Now that we have guests, we must entertain them to our heart's content."

Zhang Ying hugged the charming woman, drank a sip of wine with a smile, and said nonchalantly.

"In that case, I won't be polite and will take them all."

Chen Beimo wiped his mouth and smiled, his long gown swaying. He put his fingers together with the sword and pointed at a distance. Thunder roared, and instantly the mansion and the villa turned into a cloud of green smoke.

Several sharp roars were heard in the fog, and a woman's cold voice sounded.

"You wicked guest! We treated you with kindness, but you ruined the life of the three sisters. Pay me back with your heart and liver!"

The smile on Chen Beimo's face turned into a cold expression, "A kind hospitality? Are you trying to drag me into this fantasy world?
Three little raccoon cat demons, dare you think of swallowing my yang energy?"

After saying that, he made his fingers into swords and shot out three lightning bolts in succession. There was a loud roar, and the yang energy of thunder shocked the three raccoon cat monsters and even blew their skin and flesh into a charred black.

Screams were heard, and a woman shouted in surprise: "It's bad! This man is a true immortal cultivator, we are no match for him, retreat quickly!"

Chen Beimo picked up the red silk umbrella and threw it into the air. The magical energy entered the umbrella, covering the sky above the courtyard like a bright canopy. A red and blue color formed a Taoist barrier that trapped the three monsters.

The three civet cats were so scared that they barked and scratched wildly, trying to break the barrier and escape.

But Chen Beimo only held the umbrella in one hand, and his magical energy was endless, so no matter how they struggled, it was useless.

Zhang Ying in the courtyard knelt down upon seeing this and said, "Please show mercy, Immortal! Please spare my life!"

Chen Beimo asked with a smile: "Why? You can't bear to part with your wife and concubine who have turned into a raccoon cat?"

"I did it voluntarily, not because of them!" Zhang Ying cried, "I know they are not ordinary people, and I also know they are taking my Yang energy and sucking my vitality, but I did it voluntarily.

Life is so hard, fame is hard to come by, and the road ahead is bumpy. It is better to live a dream and enjoy a moment of happiness than to toil all your life without even a moment of happiness. "

Seeing that they could not escape, the three raccoon cat monsters could only show themselves and beg for mercy.

"Please spare my life, Immortal! Please spare my life, Immortal!"

"I won't dare to do that again!"

"God, be merciful. We will never dare to harm the human world again."

Chen Beimo frowned and said, "If you want to stay alive, it's not impossible."

He waved his sleeves and the whiskers of the three civet cats disappeared.

The three raccoon cat demons screamed and fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

"I took your beards, just consider it as a gift to me." Chen Beimo smiled and said, "I am not a Taoist who must kill monsters. This is a lesson. If you hadn't pulled me into the illusion, I would have left directly."

"Yes! Yes, thank you for showing mercy, Immortal! We are the ones who angered you, and we deserve it." The largest raccoon cat demon nodded in agreement.

Chen Beimo contentedly shaved his beard, put away the red umbrella in his hand, and said with a smile: "You guys continue."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the yard, then left after closing the gate.

Only three raccoon cat demons were left staring at each other in bewilderment. Didn't the storybook talk about exterminating demons and eliminating evil? How could this not be a hidden trick?
Chen Beimo went home contentedly with a dozen raccoon whiskers. The three raccoon spirits were too weak to pose any threat. Since the scholar had voluntarily indulged in drunkenness and dream, he would not force him to wake up.

In fact, what the scholar said was right.

There are many sufferings in this world, so it is better to enjoy temporary happiness. Even if you die, you can still enjoy wealth and honor. You will be much happier than those poor people who work hard from saving to death.

Everyone has their own aspirations, and no one can say that theirs is right and others' is wrong. Only the one that suits you is the best.

However, stroking the raccoon's whiskers is quite useful.

(September 27)
(End of this chapter)