Yan Jiu could have used the judge's pen to draw the words "Imperial Edict" on the talisman paper from the beginning to suppress the zombie.
But she thought the talisman was a disposable product.
Once you use it, it's gone.
Anyway, she still has plenty of spiritual energy in her body, so moving around is a form of exercise, and she will never admit that she is poor.
The mountain god witnessed Yan Jiu's methods.
I was stunned for a long time.
It seemed he had no room to make a move.
He was just a figurehead during this trip to Zhiyuanlin!
Thinking and pondering.
He looked at Lang Zongyi.
The mountain god patted his chest: "Thank goodness, Lang Zongyi is here to keep him company as a decoration."
Lang Zongyi did not notice the mountain god's movements.
He took note of Guan Zi'an's words.
Instantly, I was reminded of the man in blue robes on the battlefield.
Lang Zongyi said, "General Turan's strategist should not be a thief, so why would he take the Three Pure Bells for himself?"
Upon hearing this...
Guan Zian's eyes flickered slightly.
Their gaze turned to Lang Zongyi.
Guan Zian said seriously, "Uh, if I said that the true owner of the Three Pure Bells is someone else, and that I claim to be the holder but am only acting on orders, would you believe me?"
The mountain god asked curiously, "By order of the Rosicrucian Cross?"
Guan Zian chuckled.
It's as if they're saying, "Who do they think they are?"
Mountain God: "..." He's got personality. No wonder he's my idol Turanyi's strategist!
Yan Jiu gathered spiritual energy in her hand, dispersed the thick fog, and saw Guan Zi'an standing in the center of the formation.
Guan Zian looked exceptionally refined.
With his left hand behind his back and his right hand holding a paper fan, he looked at first glance like a frail scholar who couldn't lift a finger, but what he did was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Yan Jiu looked at the zombies that were fixed around them: "You're using yourself as the core of the formation just to keep these zombies from running around. Aren't you afraid of your soul being scattered?"
Guan Zian shook his head slightly: "To be honest, sir, I am afraid. But I am even more afraid of failing to fulfill my mentor's last wish, and having no face to face my mentor or General Turan in the future."
He looked at Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi.
It's as if they're looking at certain people through the two of them.
Yan Jiu met Guan Zi'an's nostalgic gaze: "Is this why you wear a mask?"
Guan Zian paused.
He shook his head and reached out to remove the mask. A handsome face appeared before Yan Jiu, but his once flawless cheeks were now tattooed.
It is obvious.
Guan Zian had been subjected to tattooing during his lifetime, which is why he still had tattoos on his face after his death.
Yan Jiu frowned: "You're not a deserter, so how come you have words carved on your body?"
Guan Zian smiled knowingly: "If an emperor wants to punish someone, why would he need a reason?"
He looked into the distance.
Looking towards the former Ming Dynasty palace.
He endured the emperor's humiliation to retrieve the Three Pure Bells given to him by his mentor, burying them in a little-known place, while he himself guarded the soldiers who died with their eyes wide open for nearly five hundred years.
So much loneliness and suffering.
He was fearless.
Because he believes in cause and effect and reincarnation.
Fortunately.
Heaven truly favored him.
Before his soul was scattered, he witnessed his mentor's reincarnation and the rebirth of General Turan.
Just as Guan Zian was lost in thought.
Yan Jiu handed a small wooden figure to Guan Zian: "I carved a substitute for you, so come out and walk around."
Guan Zian's lips moved.
Looking at the ugly little figure that Yan Jiu had spent ten minutes carving, her eyes were filled with memories.
Guan Zian exclaimed, "You look just like me!"
Lang Zongyi: Are your eyes alright?
Mountain God: It's so rude to brag about this!
Yan Jiu looked like she had "good taste and was very savvy".
She was right about Guan Zian.
Such a top scholar, who dared to resign from the court without fear of powerful figures and had excellent judgment, would be suitable to work in her museum and would surely improve the aesthetics of the entire museum.
Yan Jiu asked casually, "The name Guan Zi'an sounds familiar."
The mountain god raised his hand excitedly and recited the history he had just learned: "Guan Zian, a man of the Ming Dynasty, was the first scholar to pass the imperial examination during the Yunze era. He was a well-known academic genius in the court and among the people, and a seasoned homebody. He had extremely poor interpersonal relationships and failed to be elected prime minister with zero votes. Because reality was far from his ideals, he was demoted again and again, and finally resigned and went into seclusion at the age of twenty-seven. Later, he was hired by General Turan with a high salary to come down the mountain and become the chief of staff, finance minister and foreign minister of the Qingqi Army."
Yan Jiu: "..." It feels completely natural; you've really played with history perfectly.
Lang Zongyi gave Guan Zi'an a deep look, who was smiling but silent. This man was four stars dangerous.
It's not as simple as it seems.
Just as Lang Zongyi was about to advise people not to hire employees indiscriminately, Yan Jiu said she needed a smart accountant and reached out to ask for Guan Zian's personal profile.
Guan Zian took out the Sanqing Bell from his sleeve: "Time is short, so let's use this as an introduction for now."
The magical artifacts engraved with talismans have not faded even after many years, and the Sanqing Bell looks as simple and unadorned as an ornament.
Yan Jiu gripped the long handle: "No matter who the Three Pure Bells belonged to before, from this moment on, it belongs to Yan."
She was as domineering as a robber.
But it makes you unable to get angry.
When Yan Jiu inadvertently shook the Sanqing Bell, which had never been rung before, the clear sound of the bell resounded throughout the Zhifan Forest.
The previously menacing zombies suddenly lined up neatly after hearing the bell ring. This confirmed the saying—"Ring the sacred bell with a devout heart, and even gods and ghosts will revere it."
Yan Jiu didn't think her casualness and piety were related, and she didn't know where the problem lay.
Why did the bell ring?
Everyone present, except for Guan Zi'an who remained calm, including Yan Jiu, was shocked.
Yan Jiu looked bewildered: "Isn't it said that the Three Pure Ones Bell is very difficult to ring?"
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