The moment the knife actually pierced the skin, Chang Li suddenly stopped his hand.
He stood up and walked towards the desk.
As he walked, he ordered the group of people: "Find me some cinnabar and yellow paper.
Oh, and a writing brush.”
Resources are indeed scarce in the Taoist temple, so there are no common things like these.
If there are things, they are brought by this group of people.
Changli has not sorted them out, so he doesn't know where to put them.
While the group of people were looking for what Changli needed, they were muttering in their hearts that you dared to take the knife directly without preparing anything.
Their name for Changli has quietly changed to you, because of the abilities that Changli has just revealed.
This kind of master can still do well even without the Mo family to rely on.
Who can guarantee that those high-ranking officials will not be able to do so in the future?
Will beg him for help Soon, everything Chang Li needed was found.
The yellow paper was spread on the table, and the cinnabar needed to be ground by himself.
This kind of cinnabar was not the common cinnabar on the market, and he needed to add some special things.
After all the preparations were made, it was already three quarters of an hour later.
He threw the drawn talisman paper into the tea cup with half a cup of water.
A ball of blue flame suddenly appeared on the tea cup.
The yellow paper melted when it met the fire, and the blue flame suddenly rose and floated.
Above the tea, it looks like a dark lotus.
This scene suddenly created a strange atmosphere in the hall, and the originally suitable temperature suddenly dropped a lot.
Soon, the talisman was burned away, the lotus flower also rotated and disappeared, and there was only a pure flame and half a cup of clear tea left in the teacup.
Chang Li casually poured the tea on Young Master Mo, who immediately made a sizzling sound.
A wisp of black smoke emerged from the place touched by the tea, and was burned into nothingness by the flames.
The dagger in Chang Li's hand had also been cut.
He first drew a cut on Master Mo Er's right wrist, and then turned around.
He made a cut on his left wrist, then his left foot, then his right foot, and finally he made a cut between his eyebrows.
Because there was special cinnabar left on the dagger, the wounds that were healed did not flow out much blood.
Instead, there were thumb-long worms squeezed out of those wounds.
These bugs are as thin as hair, but as numerous as cow hairs.
They are squeezed together one by one and squeezed out in groups.
This scene is like balls of dirty hair emerging from the body of Master Mo Er.
This exciting scene immediately startled everyone.
They couldn't help but take a step back, and their hearts beat a little heavier, especially Miss Mo Si.
She made a distant sound, and then hid behind her eyes full of fear.
Behind her brother.
After the black thread-like insects squeezed out of Master Mo Er's body, they were burned away by the burning flames.
However, these insects did not directly turn into nothingness, but were burned into black particles.
These black particles fell to the ground and regained some activity.
They squeezed and pushed together again, and then twisted wildly, as if they were about to form a new life.
Seeing this scene, Chang Li seemed to have more interest in his eyes.
He waved gently and saw a child suddenly appeared outside the Taoist temple.
This child was wearing gray clothes and had a flat face.
Yes, only one pair of eyes is clever.
Without Chang Li's instructions, he spontaneously picked up a small golden bowl and grabbed the black particles.
The others were stunned when they saw the child's agile movements, but after a while, their condemning eyes were focused on Chang Li.
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You actually treat a child like this.
You are still not a human being.
They even wanted to take the initiative to ask Ying to do this, but at this moment, they saw the kid turned around and looked at Changli pitifully: "Taoist, Taoist, I help you work, how do you want to thank me?"
" Chang Li raised his eyebrows, and then said casually: "These things are given to you as snacks, which will be a great complement to you."
Hearing this, the child immediately beamed with joy and nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, Taoist priest, thank you, Taoist priest."
Can these weird little bugs be used as snacks or as a supplement?
What is the identity of this child?
People in the palace suddenly dared not speak nonsense.
They found that no matter what they said here, they would be slapped in the face very quickly.
There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of bugs on Young Master Mo Er's body.
One clump appeared, and another clump appeared.
The others were trembling with fear when they saw this scene.
If you continue like this, don't wait until the disease is cured. , the second young master must have bled to death.
But as they waited, they found that Master Mo Er's expression not only did not get worse, but was getting better, so they stopped worrying about it.
However, after watching them for so long, their initial fear of these horrible bugs turned into aesthetic fatigue.
Miss Mo Si even asked: "This bug is so thin, it's like hair.
Do you think it would be particularly effective if I used it to make a wig?"
This question immediately stumped Young Master Mo.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he shook his head: "If you use these bugs to make wigs, I'm afraid the person who buys them will have a heart attack."
Seeing that things wouldn't get better here for a while, Changli didn't have the patience to wait any longer.
He told the boy to keep an eye on it and walked towards the inner hall.
The child nodded at Chang Li's back while concentrating on catching bugs.
He would usually catch one first, throw it into the small bowl, and then catch another one and throw it into his mouth, and the cycle continued.
Because there were too many bugs, his small bowl couldn't be filled, so every night when it overflowed, he would grab a handful of bugs and stuff them into his mouth.
This scene was like a ghost boy eating a fly, full of a funny and disgusting feeling, but the boy obviously didn't care about the opinions of this group of people.
He stared at Master Mo Er's body as if no one else was around, and only made Master Mo Er smile bitterly.
It wasn't until three hours passed that things here came to an end, and Changli also arrived at the main hall.
He was still holding a fresh mountain pear in his hand.
While eating, he commented: "A bit old."
The child quickly showed a flattering expression: "It must be Oriole who hid the young fruits and gave the old ones to the Taoist priest."
As he spoke, his tone turned into indignation.
Chang Li glanced at him and said, "I'm full."
The kid nodded.
"Get out of here when you're full."
Changli said without hesitation.
The child showed a faint smile, then hugged his bowl and ran away.
Young Master Mo Er, who was on the stretcher, could slowly sit up.
He asked, "What is the origin of this child?"
Changli replied: "It's a little gecko."
Geckos are really strange.
Inexplicable thoughts flashed through the minds of the people in the hall.
They thought it was a fox demon, snake demon, spider spirit or something like that.
Changli paid no attention to the unpredictable expressions of the group of people.
He looked at the weak Young Master Mo Er and said, "Since the illness is cured, let's go
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