New and dark light years

Chapter 271 Practical Application of Spiritual Scripture
This person was naturally Zhang Zonghao.

He was extremely nervous at that moment.

As a member of the Immortal Execution Society, he was well aware that there were many evil spells and techniques in this world.

In the eyes of the Zhuxian Society, while trickery is troublesome, it is just troublesome. The truly powerful and insidious ones are only humans.

For example, in order to achieve certain goals, the Zhuxian Society is willing to make necessary sacrifices.

Zhang Zonghao also agrees with this view.

He took a few quick steps, then suddenly felt his right foot slip and almost fell.

Then he looked down and found that he had stepped on a clump of feces, which was yellow and black and sticky.

It's normal for alleys teeming with beggars to be unclean, but it's very unusual that Zhang Zonghao, a martial artist, couldn't see this pile of excrement.

"That's disgusting."

Zhang Zonghao is a very 'professional' person. Known as the 'man of a thousand faces,' he never cheats on props in order to make his performances more convincing.

The clothes and shoes he was wearing were those of a beggar, which he had bought for a few copper coins.

How useful would a beggar's shoes be? The soles must have a lot of holes.

So now he can clearly feel that sticky, slippery sensation on the sole of his right foot.

He doesn't want to talk anymore, he just wants to vomit.

He rubbed his right foot hard on the ground, but it still didn't feel clean. Finally, he took off his shoes and rubbed his feet hard on the muddy ground for a while before he felt comfortable.

He then continued walking forward.

Then a black dot landed on the tip of his nose. He gently wiped it away, and it felt slippery to the touch. The entire area around his nose was covered with a mixture of gray and white.

A strange smell hit my head.

Zhang Zonghao now knows what's on his face.

Fresh bird droppings.

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer, ran to the side, squatted down, and dry heaved a few times.

Then he saw a well not far away.

He hurriedly ran over, cranked the well handle, and tried to draw water from the well.

Halfway through the swinging motion, the rope suspending the bucket suddenly snapped, and the bucket fell back into the well with a thud.

Enraged, he couldn't help but kick the brick edge of the well with all his might.

Whether it was because the bricks were loose or he used too much force, the manhole cover meant to prevent people from falling in broke, and his right leg went directly into the manhole. Then, he lost his balance and fell in.

It took him quite a while to climb up.

Although he is now clean, he fell several times during his ascent due to various accidents.

After emerging from the well, he immediately ran to the entrance of the 'outpost'. As soon as he knocked, the two doors collapsed inside with a whoosh.

Zhang Zonghao and the people inside stared at each other.

Just then, a hairy spider fell from the roof and landed right in the back of Zhang Zonghao's collar.

A scream!
About half an incense stick later, Zhang Zonghao lay on the bed, looking aggrieved, and said, "Who, who on earth cast such a vicious spell on me? I have not offended any sorcerers or those Gu masters from the Southern Barbarians."

He was shirtless, and there was a large, swollen lump on his back with a shiny, oily top.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man was holding a gray 'thread'.

The line was swaying gently, as if it were struggling.

Moreover, this gray line is slowly disappearing, becoming smaller and shorter.

After a while, the gray line disappeared.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and asked, "This is the witchcraft of the Southern Barbarians, but it's not entirely so; there's a hint of Taoist magic in it."

"When did the Taoist sect get involved with those witchcraft and sorcery people? Magic isn't like having a son, where two people from different races can sleep together and produce a bastard."

The middle-aged man's expression turned serious: "It's not that it doesn't exist. Have you ever heard of voodoo or spirit writing?"

"I've heard of spirit writing, but what the hell is voodoo spirit writing?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "There are many schools of spirit writing, such as the corpse-driving spirit writing. So it's not surprising that there are so many voodoo spirit writing techniques."

Zhang Zonghao's expression immediately turned serious: "So, the people who targeted me came from the Southern Frontier?"

“Yes!” The middle-aged man nodded slightly: “There must be people hiding in the three prefectures of Tianjin, Guizhou, and Yuezhou who want to harm you.” Zhang Zonghao said angrily: “How am I supposed to investigate such a large area?”

The middle-aged man waved his hand helplessly: "It's already quite a lot of effort for me to help you pick this up, what more do you want!"

Zhang Zonghao thought for a moment and said, "Old Qian, could you perform a ritual or draw a talisman for me to protect myself from this thing?"

"That's acceptable, I'll accept twenty taels of silver."

“It’s so expensive.”

"If you don't want it, you might have to step in poop again next time."

"Okay, let's do it now. I'm really scared of that beast who's trying to harm me."

……

At this moment, Li Lin opened his eyes.

He felt that his spell had been effective and that he had 'found' his experimental target.

However, the specifics are unclear.

Whether it is effective or how effective it is is unclear.

So, putting the spell aside, the fact that the spell was successfully activated is a good thing, no matter what.

Then he didn't want to try the third spell.

This is a sinister spell called an aphrodisiac spell.

As the name suggests, it refers to the act of arousing someone's desire uncontrollably within a certain distance.

Moreover, this spell has even greater negative effects, as it can shorten one's lifespan.

He didn't know exactly how many days his life would be shortened.

It's too toxic, I'm too lazy to try it.

This manual contains more than just these three techniques.

But so far, he can only use these three.

Li Lin breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and exclaimed, "It really is a good book. The saying 'stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade' is true."

Although he only successfully cast two spells, the insights gained from them were quite helpful to him.

The Foundation Building Method and the Obscurity Technique both emphasize the principle of "great strength makes bricks fly." Their underlying idea is simple: continuous accumulation.

As long as you have enough spiritual power, then everything will be fine.

But these are just techniques; they won't tell you how to use spiritual energy.

Techniques on how to regulate one's spirit, how to defend oneself, and how to harm others.

However, this book on spirit writing techniques can teach Li Lin about this subject.

He stretched and was about to go out when he heard a knock on the door.

"who is it?"

"It's me, Wang Tianyou."

Li Lin opened the door, and sure enough, Wang Tianyou was standing outside.

"Brother Wang, we meet again."

"Brother Li," Wang Tianyou said, clasping his hands in greeting, "I have something urgent to tell you."

"Please come in."

The two entered the room.

"Brother Li, trouble is coming for us."

Li Lin was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "What trouble?"

Do you still remember the Qin family?

Which Qin family?

"The one we wiped out was the Qin family of Yourong County."

"Explain in detail," Li Lin said, frowning.

(End of this chapter)