Chapter 174
174 He turned the gourd over and over again, and saw that all the damage on it had been repaired. Xiang Jiannan felt the flag pattern and was filled with excitement.
The gossip that suddenly appeared this time was the same as in the past. It did not stay in front of the eyes for too long. After the word "器" was lit up, it disappeared after a while.
At this time, the gourd has changed and is divided into three colors: light yellow, dark yellow, and bright red.
The gourd looks brand new, as if it had been polished with sandpaper, and it looks very textured.
"Broken belly and rotten mouth, ugh, ugh, ugh."
He opened the door, turned the gourd mouth, walked quietly to the stone table in the yard and sat down happily. Soon Xiang Jiannan began to chant spells towards the cups and bowls on the table.
After a sound, I saw white smoke coming out again, and the time in the house was longer than before.
Just as I was waiting to see what effect the smoke would have, I heard a creaking sound and the old master, wearing a Taoist robe, walked out of the house.
He asked before leaving the corridor, his tone gradually filled with fatigue.
"My disciple, are you grilling something? It smells delicious at this late hour."
When he saw smoke in front of Xiang Jiannan's eyes, he could not help but quicken his pace and move forward.
"Roasting on the stone table? Be careful with the teacher's tea set!"
He was a step too late after all, and with a few crackling sounds, Xiang Jiannan felt something being sucked into the gourd.
Looking down, he could not find any trace of the tea set in the smoke. At the same time, the gourd in his hand suddenly felt heavier.
"Hurry up and pour it out for the master!"
The first thing he did when he arrived at the stone table was to see that there was nothing on the table. Gao Yuan immediately understood what was going on.
He reached out and grabbed the gourd and began to shake it. His expression of anticipation suddenly turned into one of agony:
"This set of tea set cost me a lot of money, how could you do such a thing!"
It would have been fine if it didn't shake, but as the strength in his hands continued to increase, the white smoke coming out of the gourd became more turbulent.
It kept pouring out like a chimney, and soon the two Taoists were all swallowed up in the smoke. In the end, Gao Yuan was forced to stop, holding the gourd with the mouth facing upwards, and then this farce was put to an end.
When the smoke around him had all dissipated, he looked at his disciple who was sitting on the stone bench with a complicated expression on his face, unable to utter a word for a long time.
The stone table is also gone, but I clearly remember that before I shook the gourd, the table in front of me was still there.
So this is how to stop using the gourd.
Seeing that the master was holding the gourd as if he was organizing his words and was about to speak when he stood up from the stone bench, Xiang Jiannan's apology was directly blocked by the old Taoist priest.
The index finger pressed tightly on the mouth of the gourd, and the two tail fingers kept knocking on the body of the gourd: "My disciple, have you ever heard of the gourd that covers the sky and blocks the sun? You must never take this gourd out in the future."
Having already noticed the changes in the gourd's appearance, Gao Yuan still felt sorry for all the things it had taken in. He turned his head and said solemnly to Xiang Jiannan: "If I had known this would happen, I should have destroyed the little yellow flag!"
"This gourd will no longer be named Shan from now on."
"Master, what do you mean?"
He could not understand a word Gao Yuan said. He wanted to tell his master what had happened in the room before, but seeing that he already knew it, Xiang Jiannan immediately gave up the idea.
The old Taoist's grief was limited to the things that disappeared. Although his words sounded convincing, they could not conceal his true feelings.
He didn't expect the gourd to become like this. Compared with before, it took significantly longer to drive.
What does it mean to release white smoke first?
"The Zhenwu carved flag can block out the stars, the sun and the moon. It has the power to block out the sky and obscure the universe."
"Now that it has become one with this gourd, it may be difficult to take out the things that have been put in it."
Even as he was speaking, he was still not giving up. The sound of water flowing came from the gourd that he was shaking with one hand again. Gao Yuan then released his index finger and kept looking into the gourd.
In the end, he did not turn around and turned the gourd mouth downwards. After studying it for a long time, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his Taoist robe.
"I left the hole to make it easier to remove it. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it the same way in the future."
"Master, didn't you say the Zhenwu Soap Carving Flag was fake?"
"How can a fake be so powerful?"
This also explained why the gourd had been in tatters before. Thinking that the talisman papers should not be used simply to increase the power, Xiang Jiannan asked Gao Yuan.
Covering the sky and the sun, the universe is hazy.
That was the real Zhenwu soap-carved flag. Could it be that the old Taoist priest had lied to me before?
Even if he lied, how could Lord Zhang and Li Jin not know that he came to give them a divine weapon in the middle of the night just because of a diary? Anyone who thought about it knew it was impossible.
Could it be that Mr. Zhang didn't recognize it? To be honest, I am still skeptical about whether there is a real Zhenwu Soap Carved Flag.
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"Of course it's fake."
Pointing at the small yellow flag pattern on the gourd, Gao Yuan asked him to look at the word "soap" on it:
"Even if it's fake, it still has power. It's my fault that I didn't think of it at the beginning."
"If it wasn't for my master's timely intervention, if we had waited a little longer, the entire Ping An Temple would have been blinded by the smoke."
"The smoke gathered together and blocked the view. Isn't it just like what was recorded that covered the sky and the sun?"
So this is what it means. I think the old Taoist's explanation is quite appropriate. Recalling that the white smoke was thick but not pungent, Xiang Jiannan then understood the meaning of hazy universe.
What could be more blurry than seeing things in the smoke? Although it is fake, this little yellow flag is not useless.
According to the master, the white smoke is released by it, but I still can't figure out the principle.
"Since it will delay the removal, why don't we drill another hole in the bottom of the gourd?"
Thinking of how he got his Guan Gong sword, Xiang Jiannan was worried that it would affect his ability to obtain the "divine weapon" in the future. He proposed to his master, but saw that the old Taoist looked at him with contempt, as if he was deeply worried about his IQ: "Disciple, you treat it as a carpentry job. The things in our Ping An Temple are always of very high quality!"
"It's hard to even make a scratch on this gourd, let alone make a hole in it."
"Then how did you do it before?"
"I don't have that ability. The hole on the gourd was left by your master."
"Is there really a soap-carved flag in this world?"
Following Gao Yu'an's instructions, Xiang Jiannan carefully stuffed the gourd's mouth. When he got the gourd back in his hand, he soon felt a burning sensation. He then tied it around his waist.
The master said that the hole in the gourd was opened by his grandmaster, which involves an interesting topic.
"I don't know. Your master didn't answer this question back then either."
When the master was mentioned, his tone became unhappy, and Gao Yuan's eyes wavered several times.
This has always been his bad habit and he was taught a lesson by his master in the past. Fortunately, he repented several times.
"Master has already become a god, so this should be true. The Great Dao is invisible, so I will sleep first."
Looking at the starry sky with an unsure heart, and seeing that his master seemed to have doubts about the Great Dao, Xiang Jiannan slipped away.
The talk of gods and immortals is too vague, and it is not convenient to talk about such disrespectful topics in the dead of night.
But just as he finished speaking and was about to enter the house, he saw the old Taoist priest slowly sitting down on the stone bench: "Your master is an immortal, not a god. The practitioners of the Great Zhou Dynasty are just mortals."
(End of this chapter)