The God of Talismans continued to point behind her.
Seeing that the talisman god didn't move, Jia Xitong placed the wooden statue behind her based entirely on her own guess. "Is that what you mean?"
The God of Talismans slowly withdrew his hand, patted her head twice, then pointed to that spot, and the statue disappeared.
Jia Xitong regained consciousness the instant the statue disappeared.
He slapped his head twice, then pointed to the back of his head.
What does this mean?
She looked behind her and was reminded of a familiar and classic story from Journey to the West.
Could it be that the God of Talismans wants to emulate Patriarch Bodhi and become her disciple after midnight to teach her supernatural powers alone?
Jia Xitong estimated the time; it was almost midnight.
Just as she was lost in thought, her gaze suddenly fell upon the sheepskin bag lying to the side.
As if by some strange impulse, she picked it up.
There was nothing wrong with the outside; it was just an ordinary pouch, so she opened it.
There are things drawn inside.
Jia Xitong glanced at it only once before running back into the house with the bag in her arms.
Who the hell is pointing to this sheepskin bag instead of the Purple Spirit Pill in the Eight-Turn Treasure Hunt?
Inside was actually a talisman!
Although she cut it in half with one stroke, it did not hinder its recovery at all.
In the study
At a time when everyone should be resting in the quiet of the night, a little raccoon is perched on the desk, carefully copying a calligraphy brush (←a new one made by Shang Yanting) on a piece of white paper.
Shang Yanting appeared quietly behind her without being noticed.
The final stroke of the rune landed perfectly on the paper, and the register and the wooden statue of the deity instantly lit up with golden light.
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