Song Nanli's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and a long drag mark appeared on the unfinished yellow talisman in an instant...
Ruan Xianxian understandingly stepped back, leaving only a dozen or so soldiers who had not yet been calmed down. "I'll wait until you're done with your work and then we can talk slowly."
"Hmm!" Song Nanli replied absentmindedly.
He could complete more than a dozen talismans in no time with his full effort.
When he finished the last stroke, his face turned a little pale. The Soul-Suppressing Talisman was only slightly above the beginner level among the many Taoist talismans.
But drawing so many at once must have been quite taxing.
He composed himself, carefully arranged the completed talisman in the center of the desk, stood up, and gestured for them to go upstairs. "Let's go upstairs and talk."
When the princess moved her grave, the old site needed to be destroyed according to the white fox's wishes. Before that, there was this Heavenly Palace and this Golden Lotus, and Old Li wanted to scrape the ground three times over.
Ruan Xianxian, who only wanted to keep the burial goods for herself, felt incredibly weak.
Seeing her "I've learned something" expression, Song Nanli gave a reason that Ruan Xianxian couldn't refute.
"Guess why we call ourselves 'poor Taoist priests'?"
Ruan Xianxian: ...
The two glanced casually into the passageway and saw soldiers scraping the ground in each tomb chamber, while the altered murals on the stone walls were being chipped away bit by bit by the soldiers with hammers and shovels.
As they walked back side by side, they ran into the Third Regiment Commander, who had come down from the tomb to visit the soldiers. Song Nanli gave them instructions on what to do after the soul-stabilizing process and was about to go up and talk to Ruan Xianxian.
The third regimental commander, with a conflicted expression, stopped the person.
"There are over a hundred other people suffering nearby... What do you think?"
The more I explored Baishi Village, the more I felt that the villagers deserved their fate, but a soldier's duty is to protect the territory and safeguard the people.
As for whether the people are right or wrong, the law will decide.
They have no right to overstep their bounds.
This reminded Ruan Xianxian of a classic case from later generations: what to do if a death row inmate suddenly falls seriously ill just before his execution?
A: Yes, we must save them. If they're saved, they'll be executed again!
How similar it is to the situation here and now?
The villagers' own misdeeds caused their spirits to become unstable, and they even asked Song Nanli to save them, and then send them to the relevant departments for a final judgment.
Ruan Xianxian crossed her arms, also wanting to see how the Xuanmen would handle this matter.
As soon as the third regimental commander made his request, Song Nanli's face visibly turned cold.
His eyes were like cold blades, unblinking. Clearly, he had given all his patience to Ruan Xianxian today, and hearing such a pointless request, his patience had completely run out.
He suddenly looked up, his thin lips uttering a single, cold, and ruthless word: "Get out!"
Third Regiment Commander: ? ? ?
Ruan Xianxian chuckled out loud; the same thing was happening right in front of her…
The senior monk replied: "I will do my best."
Taoist priest: Get lost!
The main theme is that if a guy is unhappy, he can kill everyone.
No wonder, no wonder Buddhism has remained prosperous no matter how times change.
However, the Taoists who descended the mountain during times of chaos and ascended the mountain during times of prosperity gradually declined.
But she likes it!
Seeing that both of their gazes were directed at her, Ruan Xianxian coughed lightly, then acted as the translator again: "What Song Nanli means is..."
Strengthening the souls is extremely taxing; he needs to rest briefly before continuing to operate on the soldiers, but as for the civilians… he simply doesn't have the energy.
The third regimental commander's expression changed immediately. While showing understanding, he didn't forget to express his gratitude: "If you had said so earlier, he wouldn't have been in such a difficult position!"
Song Nanli glanced at this guy but didn't say anything.
The two walked past the Third Regiment Commander and left the tomb side by side. The weather in June was slightly cool in the mountains. The two strolled to the strange rocks on the mountaintop and looked down at their feet.
Down the mountain, soldiers moved with orderly efficiency despite their busy work. Noticing the five men carrying a black bear, Ruan Xianxian, who wanted to go down and snatch the bear's paw, became restless...
"Just say what you want to say, can't we get straight to the point? Otherwise, Mu Xia will steal my bear paw."
"I want the essence of heaven and earth in your possession." She told him to be direct, so he simply got straight to the point.
Not forgetting to make her words sound slightly tactful, she said, "I'm sorry, I saw your Huang Er by accident without your permission."
I sensed a rich essence of heaven and earth emanating from him.
It's from the same source as the small bottle that Old Zhao brought into the mountain. He said it could be exchanged for treasures. Can I trade some with you?
This may sound abrupt, but I received news that not long ago, a wise old gentleman was seriously ill and hospitalized.
"With the essence of life combined with my medical skills, perhaps we can give it a try."
Song Nanli's tone was sincere, and Ruan Xianxian suddenly fell silent. He knew who the old man was that the other person was referring to.
Ruan Xianxian deliberately exposed the spiritual spring in front of Master Gongye, perhaps because she wanted to save him.
However, the spiritual spring is not a panacea, and she was unsure whether it could save the lives of cancer patients, but she still needed to give it a try.
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Song Nanli became a little anxious and wanted to say something, but Ruan Xianxian raised her hand to interrupt her.
“I can give it to you, but how can you guarantee my safety? You know, among those people, there are those who are not worthy of their positions. It’s hard to guarantee that after that old gentleman recovers, they won’t set their sights on me.”
Ruan Xianxian's concerns were not unfounded. If her abilities were exposed, it was hard to guarantee that she wouldn't be controlled by someone with ulterior motives.
They were confined and turned into tools for extracting the essence of life.
"It was my oversight. I originally wanted the higher-ups to make a thorough secrecy plan, but every word leaves a trace. Your concerns are not unfounded."
How about this: I'll bear all the consequences, regardless of success or failure?
This means that he will not tell anyone that she was involved; if he cannot cure her, it is his fault; if he can cure her, it is because of his superb medical skills.
There was no essence of heaven and earth from beginning to end, nor was there any Ruan Xianxian who provided this item.
By making advance arrangements, we can completely remove her from our lives.
"Okay." Ruan Xianxian only needs to be wary of the next two years. If she can really get on that person's good side, she will assassinate anyone who makes things difficult for her!
It's no big deal.
With a major issue on her mind properly resolved, she cheered up again, her eyebrows dancing with joy.
"Then, tell me what treasure you'd like to exchange with me!"
Song Nanli also felt relieved. After a moment's thought, he realized that he had taken care of the health of important figures in recent years and had accumulated quite a few valuable items.
Thinking of Ruan Xianxian's greedy face when negotiating with his senior brother, he said:
"Money, gold and silver, antiques and calligraphy and paintings, what do you want? Or do you want all of them?"
To be honest, with the money from her trip to the provincial capital and the looting of Princess Tomb, she wasn't in dire need of it. Compared to material possessions, she wanted the aged medicine from the Xuanmen sect.
I first told her family system about my idea, just in case the little one who values money above all else gets angry later.
365: [Xianxian, the old medicine you mentioned can also be bought in the mall, why go to all this trouble?]
Ruan Xianxian's voice was ethereal and melodious: "You don't understand. People in the Xuanmen sect obviously don't value material possessions."
To prevent them from coming to me for all the time being, we must make sure to charge them a hefty price.
Make them realize how hard-won it is, how much they've sacrificed, so they won't think the spiritual spring is an easily obtained treasure. They'll understand that if they want it, they must be prepared to pay a heavy price.
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