Chapter 111 A Good Day

Ji Xiang left two talismans at the craftsman's shop. The red talisman was inscribed with "Rangs Family Dwelling Disaster Averting Talisman", used to secure the home, with the simple and direct effect of warding off all disasters, regardless of the target.

The yellow one was for the child himself, inscribed with the Xuantian Shangdi (Supreme Emperor of the Dark Heavens) divine incantation.

Ji Xiang pinched the yellow talisman with his fingers, incense burned spontaneously, transforming into the divine form of the talisman. The Nezha-headed child watched in astonishment, carefully examining the talisman with both hands, full of curiosity.

Ji Xiang taught the child to recite the divine incantation, and the child opened his mouth and followed, his voice clear and crisp: "Respectfully I invite the True Martial God of the North, whose feet tread upon the heavenly pass and the great Ao spirit; with disheveled hair as a supreme general, crowned with the seven stars of Senluo...."

A strange thing happened at this moment.

As the child recited the Xuantian Shangdi divine incantation, Ji Xiang suddenly felt something in his heart, a sense of guiding will, the object of which was precisely the child before him.

Ji Xiang blinked, a ripple of surprise spreading through his heart.

Having seized the divine form of the White-faced True Martial Great Emperor, had he now become a lower-realm incarnation of True Martial?

Wouldn't that mean he could share in the incense offerings of the True Martial Great Emperor?

The moment Ji Xiang thought of this, he immediately felt that his old trade of scavenging garbage in the Great Floating Li Earth could be put to use again.

"I will come here again in two days, I hope you will consider it carefully."

Ji Xiang spoke softly to the craftsman father, who knew that this was a chance encounter with a celestial being. Mount Wudang was the top of the world's Daoist sects, and its status could be said to be on par with the Three Mountains of Daoism.

He was a craftsman, and if nothing unexpected happened, his child would not have great achievements in the future.

Ji Xiang took the wooden seal, played with the child for a while, and then said goodbye and left.

The craftsman father looked at Ji Xiang's back and made a decision in his heart.

How could he let his child be like him, always at the bottom of society?

Changing one's fate against the heavens might be in this moment; how could one casually discard an opportunity that the world yearned for but could not obtain?

"My son, is about to be listed among the immortals."

The craftsman father looked at the child's back, his eyes dazed. He only felt that his family was finally about to produce descendants who could hold their heads high, and moreover, the Daoists of the Zhengyi (Orthodox Unity) sect could marry and have children, so there was no need to worry about having no descendants.

Just a moment after Ji Xiang left, the craftsman saw a Daoist in a large red robe walking over from not far away, carrying a large bundle of yellow talismans in his hand.

.........

Tian Fengyu smiled: "Shopkeeper, this poor Daoist is Tian Fengyu, the temple keeper of the Dongyue (Eastern Peak) Temple outside Chaoyang Gate in the Eastern City."

The craftsman was a little dazed, but he nodded repeatedly: "I don't know what the Daoist priest wants?"

"Ah, it's like this, this poor Daoist has accumulated a lot of incense money over the years. After renovating some statues of the gods, there is still a large surplus, so this poor Daoist thought about inviting everyone in the Western City to watch a play, after all, incense money is taken from the people and must be used for the people."

"You see, at the end of this street, turn left, and you will be in the Fucai Ward of the Western Market...."

Tian Fengyu said that he was here to do charity in the Western City, using the incense money he earned to give back to the community.

"At the hour of youchu (5-7 PM), go to Fucai Ward. This poor Daoist has hired an opera troupe to perform. Everyone does not need to spend money, just bring your own tea and benches. Everyone can watch."

"However, I hope that everyone who goes to watch the play can have this talisman with them. This will be considered helping our Dongyue Temple to do some publicity."

"With these two talismans of yours, you can sit in the front row."

As Tian Fengyu spoke, he picked up a large number of talismans that he had just obtained from the Han Jing Factory. These talismans were all covered with printed charms. He took out two of them and placed them in the craftsman's hands.

The craftsman was very puzzled: "Go to the Western Market? To put on a play there, but that's not a good place...."

Tian Fengyu smiled, looked at the honest man, and explained, "This poor Daoist is the temple keeper of the Dongyue Temple. The Dongyue Temple is the general store of the underworld. The Western Market has extremely heavy yin energy, and singing a play is also to suppress the yin energy, making it lively and lively, and there are also Dharma masters from my Dongyue Temple here, so what are you afraid of?"

"After all, what little ghosts and yin energy would dare to make trouble under the eyes of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Peak?"

"What you said makes sense."

The craftsman scratched his head: "But I don't seem to have gone to the Eastern City to offer incense... Why did you give me this talisman for a front-row seat?"

He knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch, and now he felt a little guilty, thinking that he was taking advantage, after all, he had never been to the Eastern City to offer incense.

"No, Daoism emphasizes fate. I feel that I have a good relationship with you, so I just sent it over. Didn't a Daoist priest just pass by here? This is fate."

"Ah, that Daoist priest just now, and you are...?"

"Barely considered fellow disciples, but we are not from the same sect. He is a popular figure in the palace, a Daoist who serves the current emperor!"

Tian Fengyu "praised" Ji Xiang, and then the craftsman's eyes widened, and even the Nezha-headed doll beside him looked incredulous, exclaiming:

"I saw Daoist Priest Brother walking side by side with the Grand Eunuch of the palace before, I didn't expect him to be..."

Tian Fengyu smiled:

"Those who have achieved success in cultivation naturally take pride in serving the emperor! In the past, there were Shao Yuanjie and Tao Zhongwen, and now there are the Zhang Zhenren and Ji Xiang... Oh, Ji Xiang is the name of my fellow disciple just now."

"I won't say more, just remember, the play starts at you time (5-7 PM) and lasts until the first watch of xushi (7-9 PM). Don't forget to come, thank you for your support."

The craftsman thanked him repeatedly: "Definitely, definitely, Daoist priest, walk slowly."

The craftsman sent Tian Fengyu away, with a talisman for himself and one for his child. His honest and simple face was filled with happiness, but then he thought about separating from his son soon, perhaps this play would be the last one he would watch with his son.

He touched the child's head and said softly:

"Close the shop early today, Dad will go see the play with you."

"Yay!"

The small conflict between the father and son before dissolved at this moment. The craftsman sighed with emotion: "Today is really a good day, to meet these two meritorious Daoists in a row. In a few days, I will definitely bring some incense money to the Dongyue Temple to offer."

"Dad, Ji Daoist Priest Brother is a noble person in the palace, he doesn't want you to fulfill your wish."

"Hey, even nobles have to be thanked. Your dad is just a craftsman, I don't have anything valuable. When I carve a good Daoist seal in a few days, I'll ask this Tian Daoist priest to send it to the palace, won't that be fine?"

.........

Tian Fengyu needed a large number of living people to gather in the Western Market, this was called suppressing yin.

Suppressing yin, because the Western Market, like the Dongyue Temple, was a place with extremely heavy yin energy. Tian Fengyu had already investigated the layout here. The Dongyue Temple was in the east, the Western Market was in the west, and the Da Gao Xuan Temple was in the north.

It was precisely one yang supporting two yin!

Tao Zhongwen had tampered with this Western Market, making it a yin land that rivaled the Dongyue Temple. With the Da Gao Xuan Temple's one yang supporting two yin, the entire Shuntian Prefecture formed a huge "Zhen (Arousing) trigram!"

When Tian Fengyu saw this layout, he couldn't help but marvel. The Divine Firmament sect operated thunder, and this Shuntian Prefecture was like a giant's body, with several nodes as its five organs. The bodies of the people contained the qi of the five organs, and the qi of the five organs could be transformed into five thunders.

People's activities were like the qi of the five organs in the body of the Shuntian giant flowing with each other!

Using the power of the people to suppress the monsters under the Dongyue Temple was truly powerful.

Therefore, before breaking the formation and reversing the yin and yang pivot, it was necessary to concentrate all the yin energy to the Dongyue Temple in the east, so that once the Zhen trigram was broken, the eastern yin energy would soar into the sky, and the yin and yang would lose their balance.

Then, it was the key to reversing yin and yang. After the Da Gao Xuan Temple lost its function, the Dongyue Temple had to turn from yin to yang. There was only one way, since the dead were to be resurrected, then there must be living who die unjustly.