The moon is bright under the tall trees, the breeze makes me half awake from my drunken stupor, I walk through the fallen leaves and sit idly counting fireflies.
It is said that the young man in green and Jinzhu Fanjiu traveled together through the mountains and rivers.
Zhang Ling felt that Jinzhu had a hard time walking in the world for a long time, and that he was simple-minded and inexperienced, so he decided to teach him the 72 magical skills of Disha.
It is a technique of walking on earth and escaping into the ground, and it is a technique of great strength.
The former can be used to escape from suffering and deal with it calmly, while the latter can rely on divine power to protect oneself.
After all, these two spells come from the Disha magic, which is the most orthodox immortal magic in the world. They are very different from those other unorthodox "earth escape" or "great strength" spells.
Jin Zhufanjiu was so grateful that he burst into tears. He then started to learn with an open mind and worked tirelessly. After more than a month, he had learned a general idea of it. As for how proficient he could become, it all depended on his luck and no one else could guide him.
Jinzhu Fanjiu knew that these two magical skills were closely related, and hoped that Zhang Ling could place a restriction on them. If one day he was abducted by a demon and his soul was searched, these two magical skills would not be wasted.
Zhang Ling smiled and shook his head, saying, "This magical skill relies on fate. Without a real person to teach you step by step, how can you learn it so easily? If you're not careful, you'll go crazy and die suddenly."
"The more exquisite and intricate the Dao, the more it requires understanding, not words. For the past month, I have personally taught you, paying close attention to every detail. You are a natural spirit with a pure mind, but you still can't grasp the essence. How much more so are those evil demons with ulterior motives and no one to guide them?"
"Let's take a step back. If some demon dares to treat you like this someday, even if I'm thousands of miles away, I will rush over in person, skin that demon, tear its tendons apart, and grind its bones to dust!"
Zhang Ling waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to worry about the long-term complications of the bamboo.
Jinzhu Fanjiu was increasingly moved. He had no way of repaying the kindness of the young man in blue clothes, but could only keep it in mind silently and shed tears of gratitude.
Over the next few days, the two continued walking towards the distance, and soon they saw the outline of a town appearing in the distance.
Zhang Ling thought for a moment, then waved his sleeves and transformed Jin Zhu Fanjiu into a book boy. This way he could deceive people and make them accustomed to it, without causing panic or drawing too much attention.
When I entered this town, I found that all the young people here had white hair and graying temples.
Needless to say, the middle-aged people have already become gray-haired and old.
As for the elderly, they are a rare species. When you sweep them with your divine sense, you can only count them on one hand in the huge town.
How strange!
How strange!
Zhang Ling counted with his fingers, looked up and glanced around, then his mind disappeared into the clouds. After a few breaths, his brows were furrowed, but he could not figure out any problem.
This phenomenon is not caused by any demons, perhaps there is something else strange.
Zhang Ling and Jinzhu Fanjiu came to the center of the street. It was a very prosperous place with many shops and stalls lined up on both sides of the street, selling all kinds of food.
Jinzhu Fanjiu couldn't help but sigh. This was his first time entering a mortal town, yet it was so lively and bustling.
Zhang Ling understood immediately after hearing this. This bamboo spirit had not been able to transform into a human body before, but it was not a good idea for it to run around with such a strange body and come into contact with people, otherwise it would surely frighten mortals and make them call it a monster. It wouldn't be long before a mortal Taoist priest would come to eliminate the monster, which would inevitably cause trouble.
Zhang Ling saw that there was osmanthus cake being sold at a stall, so he thought of buying some to share with Jinzhu Fanjiu.
When the two of them arrived at the stall, Zhang Ling was the first to ask how the osmanthus cake was sold and how much it cost per pound.
The stall owner was a white-haired woman who looked no more than thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. She mentioned the price per pound and added that the goods were fair and affordable.
Zhang Ling nodded and asked the stall owner to weigh three pounds of food and bring it over to eat.
The woman soon handed the weighed osmanthus cake to Zhang Ling and said with a kind smile, "It's exactly three pounds!"
Zhang Ling took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but found that it was far less than three pounds. He weighed it and found that it was only about one and a half pounds. How could it be three pounds?
Jinzhu Fanjiu didn't know the trick, but when he saw his benefactor frowning slightly, it seemed that he had encountered some difficulties.
Zhang Ling said to the woman, "How can this cake be three pounds? Could it be that the scale was wrong?"
Upon hearing this, the woman who owned the osmanthus cake stall patted her chest and laughed, "You're joking, young man! I've been selling osmanthus cake for ten years, and I'm honest with everyone. If I say three catties, it's three catties. How could the scale be wrong? Go try the scale at another stall, it's definitely three catties!"
"Look at my town, it's connected to three counties and five other places. Merchants and travelers pass through here all year round, and business is booming. Who wouldn't say that the food here is excellent?"
Zhang Ling listened to what the woman said, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and tasted it. It was indeed soft, crispy and sweet, with a faint osmanthus fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.
But although this thing is good, there is definitely a big problem with the scale!
Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "If it's really as you said, then there must be something wrong with the scales here!"
As soon as she said that, the woman selling osmanthus cakes had a gloomy expression on her face. She suddenly turned angry and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I won't sell it anymore!"
After saying that, he wanted to snatch the osmanthus cake from Zhang Ling's hand, but he didn't catch it, and the other party easily avoided it.
Seeing this, the woman shouted at the top of her voice, "Everyone, come and see! There are strangers questioning the accuracy of our scales!"
Soon, all the shop owners and vendors from all around gathered around, rolled up their sleeves, and were filled with righteous indignation. However, they all had white hair and wrinkled skin, which made people suspicious.
Zhang Ling suddenly had an idea, his mind moved slightly, he counted with his fingers, and immediately understood.
He finally understood why the people in this town had short lifespans, and some even had gray hair at a young age.
It turns out that it was all my own fault.
This scale represents justice in people's hearts, and one scale weighs sixteen taels, so it is called the "Sixteen Venus Scale"!
The crosshairs on the scale represent the Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, and the three stars of Fortune, Longevity and Happiness, totaling sixteen stars.
If someone deliberately cheats on weights and measures for a long time without repenting, or even resorts to fraud and bullying, he or she will lack good karma.
Followed by lack of blessings, lack of wealth, and lack of longevity.
There is still a saying that if you are short of one ounce, you will have no blessings, if you are short of two ounces, you will lose your salary, and if you are short of three ounces, you will have a shorter life.
This is something ordained by the three gods of fortune, wealth and longevity in heaven and cannot be changed.
Thinking about it this way, it is no wonder that the mortals in this town all have gray hair at an early age and are short-lived.
Jin Zhu Fanjiu saw so many mortals with ferocious faces gathering around him, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared. He leaned close to Zhang Ling and didn't dare to say a word.
Zhang Ling gently waved his folding fan, smiling as he addressed the crowd, "A scale is in the heart, and weighing things is also measuring virtue. Lack of virtue will inevitably lead to hidden disasters! You privately tamper with the scales, colluding with outsiders to deceive them, and you are not ashamed, but proud of it. You rely on your status as locals to act recklessly. Have you ever considered why you are dying before your forties?"
The words of the young man in blue were like thunder, spreading out like ripples on the water with this place as the center, sweeping across the whole city.
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