Even disregarding Ji Mofan's reputation in the cultivation world, based solely on Yu Wen's own experience of interacting with this person, he didn't think he was the kind of person who would resort to scheming and trickery.
Moreover, this old man's cultivation level should be at the Nascent Soul stage. Although he is not considered weak, he definitely does not have the ability to single-handedly cause trouble at Thousand Crane Tower.
Even if Ji Mofan really wanted to do something, he wouldn't let someone like that alert the enemy.
After some deliberation, Yu Wen bowed slightly to Ji Mofan and asked, "May I ask how I should address you, senior?"
“My surname is Fan, you can just call me Old Man Fan.” Ji Mofan casually took out his own name and chose a surname that sounded similar to his surname.
After saying that, he pointed to Ge Gen and Shuang Huang beside him, "These two are my medicine apprentices, named A Da and Xiao Er."
Shuanghuang remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was complaining about the strange name Jimo Fan came up with so casually.
Fortunately, he had an owner. When Ji Mofan was chosen as his second owner, he already had the name Shuanghuang.
Otherwise, if Ji Mofan comes to collect it, he might really have to use that stupid name that would turn heads if he called it out on the street.
In contrast, Ge Gen showed no emotion and even happily skipped around to greet and bow to Yu Wen.
After exchanging pleasantries, Yu Wen turned and led the way.
As he walked, he unconsciously turned back to look at the two young apprentices following Ji Mofan.
That's interesting. The taller and older one is called Xiao Er, while the one who looks only five or six years old is called A Da.
No wonder Shuanghuang grumbled inwardly; Jimo Fan was truly too lazy to put much effort into naming things.
After all, this identity is most likely only something that can be used once.
He wasn't very skilled at disguise. Although he could make himself look unrecognizable, it was difficult for him to consistently maintain the same appearance. If he removed this face, it would probably be difficult to reappear a second time.
Ji Mo Fan not only covered his own face with a mask, but also gave Ge Gen and Shuang Huang a different appearance.
Now, unless Li Geyue stands in front of Ji Mofan, no one will recognize who he is.
Because only Li Geyue can recognize people by their heartbeat.
Following Yu Wen through the intricate corridors of the Thousand Crane Tower sect's buildings, Ji Mofan was almost dizzy from the winding path.
Yu Wen, who was walking ahead, finally stopped and stepped aside to make way for him, gesturing for him to look at the door covered with various talismans. "This is... the residence of my friend."
Sensing that Yu Wen was unwilling to introduce the identity of his "friend," Ji Mo Fan didn't press the matter further. Instead, he walked forward and carefully examined the talisman on the door.
"The Heart-Cleansing Mantra, the Blessing Mantra, the Spirit-Gathering Mantra..." he recited them one by one.
"These are all talismans for prayer." After a quick glance, he turned his gaze back to Yu Wen. "Did you make these for him?"
“No.” Yu Wen shook his head. “He put it on himself.”
“My friend used to enjoy writing talismans, but since he was a sword cultivator, he always used talismans as an auxiliary tool.”
"But after he was injured, his body could no longer withstand his high-intensity sword use, so he completely shifted his training focus to talismans."
Ji Mo Fan nodded.
Compared to sword cultivators who need to unleash high bursts of power in a short period of time during battle, talisman cultivators only need to have abundant spiritual power in their dantian.
After all, most talisman cultivators write talismans outside of combat. So as long as they are willing to calm down, even if they lose their former extraordinary spiritual talent, as long as their spiritual platform is not fundamentally damaged, switching to talisman cultivation is still a promising path.
As for what constitutes fundamental damage to the spiritual platform...
For example, the way Ji Mo Fan died in his previous life.
He didn't really want to recall, so he forcibly suppressed his thoughts and turned back to look at Yu Wen again, "Is the writing level of these talismans different from his previous ones?"
“I’m not a talisman cultivator, so I can’t figure it out.” Yu Wen answered all the questions obediently. “However, the characters on this talisman… seem to be even uglier than his previous handwriting.”
Ji Mo Fanxin said he also wanted to complain about this.
If he hadn't been able to vaguely sense the fluctuations of spiritual energy when he got close, allowing him to guess the purpose of these talismans, he probably would have thought they were just scraps of yellow paper that had been scribbled on and then reused to cover the windows.
"Besides having bad handwriting, are there any other differences?" Ji Mofan asked.
Yu Wen thought for a while.
He slowly shook his head. "My friend has locked himself in his room and hasn't been seen for months."
It seems that it's not that there isn't anyone there, but rather that we don't know because we haven't seen them.
Ji Mo Fan silently extended his divine sense to sense it.
The talisman on the door seemed to have a barrier effect; he couldn't even see through the thin wall, let alone find out who was inside.
Ji Mofan was unwilling to return empty-handed so easily, so he coughed twice and tapped the door in front of him with his knuckles.
"I apologize for the inconvenience," he said. "I am an itinerant doctor who has been entrusted by someone to come and treat you."
There was no response from inside the house.
Yu Wen waited with Ji Mofan for a while, then scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, "My friend has been acting strangely ever since he got injured..."
“A healer came to treat him, and he, a patient, even brought his own bag.” Shuanghuang crossed his arms unhappily, his mouth pursed so much it could hang two ounces of pork. “No wonder his injuries have been dragging on and haven’t healed.”
"Ah Da, how dare you be so rude." Ji Mo Fan didn't turn around, but reprimanded him in a light tone.
Shuanghuang was immediately choked by the words.
It wasn't that I was insulted, but rather that I found the nickname "Ah Da" to be unsophisticated.
How could he say it so smoothly!
Ji Mofan genuinely felt nothing. He had visited many mortal villages in the past, and there were countless people who firmly believed that a humble name made one easier to raise. He had even uttered words far more offensive than "A-Da" (阿大).
Anyway, Shuanghuang couldn't stand it any longer. He clenched his little fists and was about to step forward and bang on the door.
Ji Mofan didn't stop him. Anyway, a puppet like him wouldn't hurt himself, and with so many talismans protecting the door, it wouldn't be easy for him to break it open.
But just as Shuanghuang's hand was about to touch the door panel...
"Squeak—"
The door was opened from the inside.
Ji Mofan immediately reached out and pulled Shuanghuang back to his side, his spiritual power flowing like water around Shuanghuang's waist.
"This child is ignorant and doesn't know any better, please forgive him." He looked up and openly sized up the person in front of him.
The Ice Spirit Root is derived from the water element, allowing Ji Mofan to barely use some simple spells. However, it is very mentally taxing and easily reveals his true nature.
However, Yu Wen was clearly startled by the suddenly opened door and didn't have time to pay attention to the situation on his side for a moment.
There's no need for Ji Mofan to go to great lengths to fabricate some kind of "pulse diagnosis by hanging thread" story; it would be best if the real person himself were willing to show up.
After all, he wasn't some kind of itinerant doctor hired by someone; he was just a quack who would sprinkle wound medicine on injuries.
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