Bao Youyou looked at his watch: "Thirteen or fourteen hours, how do you feel now?
Are you awake?"
I rubbed my temples and said, "It's okay."
Bao Youyou smiled and asked me to go to the living room and copy some books.
When I followed him to the living room, I saw two old books that were almost out of line on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
The covers were covered with a thin layer of loess, and there were no titles written on them.
I couldn't help but frown: "Which one is Shi Yangzhi and which one is Lu Ban's book?"
Bao Youyou grabbed the small book at the door of the bedroom, walked to the coffee table and sat down.
Then he took out paper and pen from his backpack and said, "I can't tell which book is which now.
You copy it."
You’ll know who is who after copying it.”
I sat across from him, picked up a book, opened the cover, and found that the paper inside had turned yellow and became brittle.
If I were not careful, it would be easy to tear these old papers.
"Where did you find them?"
I carefully placed the book on the coffee table and asked if the bag was useful.
Bao Youyou smiled and said: "These two books are all hidden in Widow Wang's house.
One of the beams on the roof of her house is empty, and the two books are hidden inside.
If I am not wrong, Wang The widow’s husband should be a descendant of a merchant named Ma.”
I picked up a notebook and thought about it as I said, "I heard from Chen Dabang that Widow Wang's husband seems to be a descendant of Lu Ban."
Bao Youyou handed me a pen: "Anyone who makes a living by carpentry can be regarded as a descendant of Lu Ban.
Speaking of which, this maritime merchant named Ma is very interesting.
The Qing Dynasty was forced by foreign powers to open sea trade.
Later, he spent all his money to find a living in the sea, but before this, he was actually a very good carpenter, and it is said that he even made furniture for the Qing Dynasty royal family. " This is in line with what Chen Dabang said.
Chen Dabang had indeed said before that Widow Wang's husband came from a family of craftsmen, and their ancestors also made things for the Qing imperial court.
By this time, Bao Youyou had already opened another book and started copying it with concentration.
I stopped chatting and started copying the book.
The book in my hand should be Zheng He's Shiyangzhi.
It contains a lot of astrological knowledge related to navigation, as well as the customs, medicine, and witchcraft of many small coastal countries.
Among them, the most recorded ones are: Just all kinds of witchcraft.
Speaking of which, when performing foreign witchcraft and our commonly used Taoist magic, we use our own mind power to mobilize the Qi of heaven and earth.
However, when we perform magic, we mainly extract the Qi field directly from the outside world.
Many of the witchcraft in the Shiyang Chronicles use the blood of animals to induce the Qi.
For example, there is a great shaman of a small tribe who often mixes scorpions, centipedes and other insects together and mashes them into powder in a stone mortar.
On the last lunar month of each year, he will lead his people into an underground tomb to perform sacrifices.
Before going down to the tomb, , he will touch this kind of powder on the forehead of each follower, and tell his followers that wiping these things on their forehead is a sign of respect for the ancestors, so that the ancestors will not blame them Entering the tomb without permission.
If one does not apply this kind of powder on the forehead when going to the tomb, the person is likely to encounter misfortune.
Everyone who has encountered an accident has a similar experience, that is, after entering the tomb, they suddenly feel a cold feeling on their back, and then see a terrifying illusion.
Some of them will kill each other because of the illusion, and some people will become paralyzed.
He fell to the ground.
Most of the people who killed each other never saw the sun the next day, and although some of those who collapsed on the ground were eventually rescued, most of them still died that night, and some others After waking up the next day, he became a madman.
In the eyes of the local people, these people who encountered bad luck were punished by their ancestors for being disrespectful to their ancestors.
When I saw this paragraph, I immediately realized that these people were not punished, but were killed by the ghosts in the tomb.
Most of the poisons on scorpions and centipedes are yang poisons, which have strong yang energy.
Crush these insects into powder, and when the toxins evaporate, they can become a good medicine to expel yin and ward off evil spirits.
But in order for such a medicinal powder to really work, the great witch must have injected his own mind power into it.
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However, the book says that the great witch is not successful every time.
Sometimes, even if his followers apply such things, Something will happen, too.
This is because everyone's physique is different, and the ratio of yin and yang energy in the body is different.
Some people are born to attract ghosts easily, even if they apply powder, it will be useless.
Some people are born with stronger yang fire than ordinary people, and it is difficult for ordinary ghosts to get close to them.
I feel that Zheng He was probably a moral person, because he clearly mentioned the word "mind power" in the book.
The original words are: "General witchcraft and magicians mostly use the power of mind as a demon.
They also think that the three-day emperor has given them magic, and they can use ordinary people to absorb extraordinary power."
What this sentence means is that most people like wizards and mages think that the power of mind in them is a special kind of magic power.
They think that the three-day emperor has given them their power, allowing them to have excellence beyond ordinary people. ability.
The three-day emperor here should be some kind of god believed by the locals, or it may be Zheng He's general name for the gods believed in by Western countries.
I don't know what Zheng He was feeling when he wrote these words.
I only know that the local people are serious and that the power of mind is a strange power that is a gift from God.
This also seems to mean that Western jurisprudence and Chinese jurisprudence have two completely different systems.
Records of various witchcrafts in Shiyangzhi can be said to be extremely detailed.
Among them, there is a record of a medicinal powder made of mandala, nourishing blood, dog treasure, and twelve other Chinese herbs.
The locals call it "hehua".
Rub it."
Zheng He gave this medicine a semi-transliteration and semi-free translation name: Qi He San.
The book says that this kind of medicine can not only cure malaria and seasickness among seafarers, but also strengthen the energy of the five internal organs and prevent external evil spirits from entering the body to a certain extent.
As soon as I saw this medicine, I couldn't help but feel happy.
I thought that when I take Li Huaishan to places with strong evil spirits in the future, I would give him some of this medicine in advance.
However, I also know that if Li Huaishan wants to resist external evil, he must mainly rely on his own cultivation.
During the next period of time, my main task is to urge him to practice well.
In addition to text, Shiyangzhi is also interspersed with various illustrations, some of which are Feng Shui geographical maps of small Western countries, and some depict some formations and runes in Western witchcraft.
I can ignore the mountains, rivers and trees, but I must copy the formations and runes.
Their runes are different from what we usually see.
The runes here are mainly words and simple patterns, but many of the runes passed down from ancient Western countries are totems with complex structures.
Then the problem arises.
I can't be said to be versatile, but in the end I'm still a normal person.
I can dance and sing pretty well on weekdays, and I can play a few musical instruments like guitar and accordion.
But I also have a huge weakness in drawing.
What I draw can be described as "anxious" because you can't tell what I draw.
I remember when I was probably a freshman or sophomore in high school, one time it was our group’s turn to do a blackboard report.
The group leader didn’t know my details, so he asked me to draw.
I drew a pig in an eye-catching corner, but others thought I drew a dog.
This is simply a great encouragement to me.
At least what I draw is an animal, and others think that what I draw is an animal.
This is enough.
Whether it is a pig or a dog, it makes no difference to me.
I tried to draw the runes on the book, but after drawing several in a row, I was so satisfied that I had to tear it up and start over.
It’s not that I’m wasting paper, I’m really worried that once I leave something I drew in a notebook and look at it too much, I’ll forget what the original version looked like.
Bao Youyou heard the sound of me tearing paper, glanced up at me, and asked, "What are you doing?"
I sighed: "Draw runes."
Bao Youyou looked at the Shiyangzhi placed in the center of the coffee table, then grabbed a piece of scrap paper that I had just torn open, unfolded it, looked at it, and then stared at me in astonishment and said, "You are too good at drawing."
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Damn it, it was originally two snakes connected head to tail, look at what you drew, it looks like that.”
I asked him: "What" Bao Youyou frowned: "I can't describe it.
It doesn't look like something from the human world."
After saying that, he picked up his notebook, flipped through two pages, pointed to an architectural structural diagram drawn on the notebook, and said ostentatiously: "Look, this is the gap."
I rolled my eyes at him and continued to draw my runes with my head down.
I heard Bao Youyou say again: "Forget it, don't draw anymore.
Just leave it blank when you encounter the picture.
I'll help you draw it later."
These words made me feel a little surprised.
I raised my head and looked at him: "I didn't expect you to be a kind person, but I don't think you are such a person."
Bao Youyou: "If I'm not this kind of person, then what kind of person am I?"
I smiled and said, "You, I can't tell you, but I think you have the temperament of a mafia boss and rich man."
Bao Youyou couldn't stand listening anymore: "Okay, don't hurt me.
Let me just tell you straight.
I can help you draw these paintings in the book, but I have a condition."
After holding a pen and copying for a long time, my mind was a little stiff, so I simply threw the gel pen aside, flexed my fingers, and said to Bao Youyou: "I knew you must have additional conditions."
Bao Youyou looked a little unhappy: "I said, counting this time, we have only met three times.
Judging from what you mean, do you think you have eaten me through or what?"
I grinned: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's talk about what you want me to do":