, he opened his eyes and opened the pouch containing the and the puppet bag.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!Some spiritual materials, magic weapons, and other items flew...According to the *Wu Lei Shi Yuan Yin Nei Jing Fa*, the spiritual talismans of thunder magic are divided into seven ranks.
Though not explicitly stated, Qin Sang guessed it should correspond to Taoist talismans.
The Jade Purity Summon Thunder Talisman, the Golden Fire Bell Thunder Summon, and the Five Thunders Heavenly Heart True Seal Talisman, which carry high-level divine scriptures, are ranked from first to third, corresponding roughly to the cultivation stages of Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core Nascent Soul, and Divine Transformation Void Refinement.
And as for the fourth-rank talismans, only cultivators in the Integration Stage can wield them.
Perhaps due to damage to the seal or perhaps it was intentionally erased, although there are some descriptions of the power of Tier 4 spirit talismans within the treasure seal, it does not record any Tier 4 spirit talisman.
As for the talismans of higher levels, such as the sixth, seventh and eighth, there are only scattered mentions, and they remain shrouded in mystery.
For talismans of the fourth rank and above, Qin Sang knew of one kind: a talisman that carries the fourth-rank celestial scripture of Shang Shenxiao Lu—the Zi Xu Lei Bao Lu. It is called the Zi Xu Lei Yin.
Unfortunately, even if he breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage now, he doesn't know where to go to ascend.
Of course, the three-tiered spirit talismans recorded in Bao Yin are enough for Qin Sang to benefit from them endlessly as long as he can thoroughly comprehend them. Four-tiered spirit talismans are beyond his reach at present.
The nascent rainbow apparition talisman the youth had just deployed was a second-rank spirit talisman.
Coincidence Or is there really a legacy of Daoist teachings here
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Qin Sang went to Yun Du Mountain several times and came into contact with the cultivators there. Of course, he conducted investigations but found no trace of the Dao Court. Unexpectedly, during his travels down the mountain, he had some unexpected gains.
Moreover, it is a Lightning Department inheritance!
In the late stage of the Dao court, the Dou department was supreme, and the Lei department gradually declined. The Thunder Jade Mansion became the guardian of the Dao Gate, and Dao court thunder magic should be increasingly difficult to transmit externally.
For many years, there was no sign of any return of the Taoist court to Yundushan.
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I didn't expect to find traces of a Taoist temple here. Could this mean that this place was once the territory of a Taoist sect
Returning to the grand marketplace of life, will it be far from here
Qin Sang pondered these things and continued to ask, "What other talismans have you learned"
"Thunder Talisman, Astral Movement Talisman, Hongchi Receiving Water Talisman, Great Prosperity Thunder Incantation..."
The young boy rattled off a dozen or so talismans in one breath.
Qin Sang's expression gradually became serious. Half of the talismans were recorded in the Wulei Courtyard. Some sounded unrelated to thunder techniques, but they were all thunder talismans in fact.
Most are first-order, with the Daxing Lei Zhu being second-order.
Talismans of the same rank also have their differences in quality. The Great Thunder Incantation is more complex than the Rainbow Mirage Talisman, and with a young cultivator's skill, they are unable to independently craft the Great Thunder Incantation. Otherwise, there would be no need to run from the wind.
A single talisman could be considered a coincidence, but so many talismans fitting the description must have a deep connection to the Thunder Division of the Dao Court.
Qin Sang's interest was piqued. His original aimless journey now had a purpose, and he might even find traces of the thunder department lineage outside Wulei Courtyard.
"Save the country..."
Qin Sang asked a few more questions, and a rough map appeared in her mind.
The young boy crawled on the ground, uneasy. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but was suddenly lifted up by a force.
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Inside the Taoist temple.
Gao Ruoxu was interrogating the fox demon when he suddenly felt something amiss. He saw a streak of light flying towards the entrance of the Taoist temple.
“Who is it!”
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All the demons and gods roared.
The civil and martial officers stepped forward, blocking the entrance to the Taoist temple on either side. The celestial restraining array had not yet been lifted, and yin messengers dashed into the black mist one after another, causing a gust of dark wind.
"Stop!"
Gao Ruoxu bellowed loudly, dismissing those around him, and strode quickly to the main gate. Seeing Qin Sang and others outside, his expression turned slightly grave as he bowed respectfully. "Daoist Qingfeng, it seems we meet again."
When he questioned, he had already seen the youth, his eyes suddenly sharp as a knife.
"The poor monk is following all of you."
Qin Sang calmly smiled and said, "Daoist Gao should have asked this already. Those demon foxes were actually being manipulated by someone else. The culprit behind them is not necessarily deserving of death. This person attempted to escape in secret and was caught by me. Now I hand him over to Daoist Gao for judgment."
Gao Ru Xu, upon learning that she was being followed, showed no concern. She nodded slightly and pointed at the young man, saying, "Civil or military judgment, apprehend this thief!"
"As you wish!"
The civil and military judges rushed forward, chaining the youth and sealing his cultivation.
The young man, knowing he was outmatched and had no hope of escape, did not dare to resist, his face filled with despair.
So many cultivators died at his hands. According to the laws of Shinto, even if he wasn't executed immediately, his life would be worse than death.
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The demon foxes saw this, and cried out in pleas for mercy, as if recounting their grievances, bowing repeatedly to Gao Ruoxu.
"Hmph! Although you were coerced, your crime doesn't warrant death. However, consuming the vital energy of mortals is not something this person ordered. To harm others for personal gain is unforgivable! Take them back and investigate their crimes. They will all be punished!"
Gao Ru Xu, with a wave of his hand, turned to Qin Sang and bowed deeply. "Many thanks to Dao Chang for your righteous aid, otherwise I would have been unable to apprehend the main culprit!"
“The poor monk was just doing what came naturally; I won’t disturb you as you question the demon. Farewell.”
Qin Sang bowed and was about to leave.
Gao Ruoxu hurriedly stopped Qin Sang and said, "Daoist Master, please help us capture this treacherous insider. Allow me to host a banquet in your honor as a token of our gratitude. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful. Furthermore, upon my return to the city, I will report to the governor and the imperial court, recommending you for merit!"
Of course, he could tell that Qin Sang had effortlessly subdued the young man. His strength was truly unfathomable.
It seems even the City God wouldn't mind befriending such masters. It benefits them without any harm.
Qin Sang thought for a moment and said, "There's no need to set up a banquet. Could Daoist Gao personally write a letter of safe passage This humble one intends to travel south and should pass through the state city. At that time, I will visit the City God in person."
In some places, gods and spirits set up checkpoints. Practitioners need to obtain permission documents to pass through.
A pass can also serve as a symbol of one's background and identity. It is more formal than the Cheng Huiling (City God Order) previously given by Gao Ruoxu, allowing Qin Sang to claim origin from Bei Kuo County in Liuguo when outside, thus integrating better.
Qin Sang was thinking, if this place were really an old site of the Daoist sect, there would certainly be more than one place where the Lei Fa (Thunder Method) was passed down. It would be easier to ask the Shinto deity for help in collecting clues than to search alone.
"That's easy!"
He promptly ordered his men to escort the prisoner back to the county at their fastest pace.
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Not long after, Gao Ruoxu personally sent Qin Sang out of the city. Qin Sang was holding a golden document condensed with divine power, inscribed with Liuguo, Tanzhou, Fuchun Prefecture, and Beiku County, with Gao Ruoxu's City God Seal stamped on it.
Under the moonlight, the pass certificate shone with a golden light, like a precious treasure.
Qin Sang put away the pass and walked leisurely along the river. He passed several county towns on the way but did not stop.
The river gradually widened, and eventually flowed into a large river.
This river is called Fuchun River, flowing south, along the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, reaching to the city of Tanzhou.
The river flowed swiftly, and the boats raced each other with their sails.
Qin Sang leisurely traveled and arrived at the Fuchun River in the evening.
At the dock where rivers converge, many river boats were moored. They were all passenger ships plying the river. Some grand vessels were festooned with lanterns, as magnificent as decorated pleasure boats, while others were simple sampans, bobbing precariously, making one worry they might capsize.
Qin Sang led his horse onto the dock just as a passing pleasure boat was loosening its mooring lines, ready to set sail.
The ship was decorated with lanterns and red silk, the sound of silk and bamboo music, birdsong, and whispers coming from the cabin, along with a faint scent of rouge carried by the river breeze to the shore.
All the passengers waiting for ships at the dock were huddled together on one side, away from this ship.
Well, the shipping cost must be very expensive.
Qin Sang wasn't short of money. He walked up to the horse and was about to step onto the gangplank when a manager rushed out from the ship, stopping Qin Sang in his tracks. He sized Qin Sang up and down.
"Master Daoist, what is this"
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Qin Sang looked at the boat and asked in confusion, "Why isn't your boat carrying passengers Or is it already full"
“It’s about carrying passengers, the guest rooms aren't full, it's just…”
The steward looked uneasy and whispered, "This is a pleasure boat for cruising the river. Do you know what those boats are for"
Qin Sang smiled and said, "As a wandering Taoist, I have seen everything under the heavens. Naturally, I know what a flower boat is. Could it be that you're worried that I will persuade the guests on board to abandon their infatuation with women and become monks"
"Oh! I can't say anything more to you!"
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The manager waved his hands again and again, "In short, this place is not suitable for someone like you. You wouldn't look down on these red powder skeletons, so don't make things difficult for me."
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Look, this man is surrounded by horses and birds, with a young girl as well. He doesn't seem like someone who's genuinely here to drink flower wine. Besides, he's a Taoist priest.
At that moment, someone at the bow shouted, "Weigh anchor!"
“Hurry! Hurry! Get on board and take the gangplank!”
The ship manager stood in front of Qin Sang, calling for the dock workers to board the ship. Even after the ship left the shore, he still bowed to Qin Sang repeatedly.
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"Sorry! Sorry!"
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The pleasure boats cleaved two white waves on the river surface, the sound of water surging and lapping, faintly mixed with a hazy melody of the qin.
On the third floor of the building boat, in a spacious embroidery room.
A woman in green, with light makeup, was playing the qin while gazing out the window at the river.
Her eyes were a little red, she had just been crying.
The music flowed from her fingertips, the mournful melody growing ever more intense. Yet, there was not a flicker of emotion on her face, only a profound stillness.
On the piano bench lay an open letter, with just two lines.
The pleasure boats sailed into the river's heart, and a sudden gust of wind whipped up. The paper letter was caught by the wind and began to flutter in the air.
The woman's vacant eyes moved, mechanically following the paper letter as it was rolled out the window and into the river.
'Bang! Bang!'
Someone is knocking on the door repeatedly.
The madam on the ship wore a look of anxiety on her face. Several burly men stood behind her, but they dared not barge in, fearing they might provoke the person inside.
"Qinger! Qinger! Look on the bright side!"
"There are plenty of men in the world. With your looks and talent, I could find you any man you want. Why are you so obsessed with that heartless scoundrel Oh dear!"
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Qin Sang looked at the departing ship and then at the Taoist robes on his body, letting out a wry smile.
The sound of the qin and shouting reached my ears.
Qin Sang originally wanted to take Xiao Wu onto the ship, just to meet the woman and hear about her love story.
In this world, there are always various kinds of emotions.
Friendship, family affection, and gratitude, Xiao Wu has seen them all, even experienced them firsthand.
This kind of whirlwind tour, Xiao Wu couldn't possibly truly understand anything. At the very least, let her know that these things exist in the world.
Unexpectedly, they wouldn't even let us board the ship.
"Well, there are plenty of infatuated men and lovelorn women in the world..."
Qin Sang shook her head and looked at a small boat by the river.
The boatman was a burly man with a full beard. He lay carelessly against the bow of the boat, a wine gourd bigger than a head in his hand, taking sips from time to time and looking drunk and sleepy.
This ship is old and run-down, the fare must be cheap, but few people dare to board this vessel. It has a lot to do with the image of the boatman.
The boatman's senses were surprisingly acute. He immediately noticed Qin Sang's gaze, burped, and bellowed in a loud voice.
"Hey! Would you like to take a boat, Taoist priest"
“To Fu City, by boat, how many taels of silver” Qin Sang rode his horse over.
This ship isn't even as big as Chen Yazi's boat, and there aren't many spots left on the Qingma.
The boatman spread his five fingers, flipped them over, “Ten liang!”
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Qin Sang shook his head, "Too expensive, I'll give you a maximum of eight taels!"
"Deal!"
The boatman didn't even bother to stand up, just shifted his body slightly to make some room, gesturing for Qin Sang to board the boat.
When Qin Sang truly boarded the ship, people on shore whispered to each other, some with sympathetic eyes.
When Qin Sang arrived, the boatman kicked the dock with all his might. The small boat shot out onto the river like an arrow, not even tethered by a rope.
The little boat sailed into the middle of the river.
The boatman raised his legs, rocking back and forth with a drink in hand, yet the boat was swift and steady, not lagging behind the luxurious houseboat ahead.
Qin Sang pulled Xiao Wu and sat down at the edge of the cabin, looking towards the bow, "I didn't expect even the River God to have to make a living on the river."
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The boatman chuckled, "We're not really river gods, just spirits of this stretch of water. In front of the true River God, we only have to kneel and bow. Those mortals are too stingy to offer good wine to the temple, so we just have to earn money to buy our own."
Qin Sang nodded. He had heard Gao Ruoxu mention it before, that the Fu Chun River stretched across many countries and the true Jiang Shen was even more powerful than the city god of the capital.
The Shinto system is also intricate and complex.
The mighty River Gods and Mountain Gods are not under the jurisdiction of the City God.
They accept incense, using its power to connect with the earth's veins and water veins, assisting in cultivation. Some don't even require incense.
'Plop!'
Ahead, huge splashes suddenly erupted at the edge of the ship. The people on board cried out in alarm and rushed chaotically to the deck.
“Oh no! Qing'er has jumped into the river!”
"What are you still looking at! Get down and save people!"
The madam was jumping and screaming on the deck.
But everyone's face turned grim.
Young Qing'er had made up her mind to die. She chose this stretch of the river, known as the Ghost River, not just because the current was swift and treacherous but also because it was riddled with whirlpools. Even a strong swimmer would be helpless against them, meeting their end in a watery grave.
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There was no sign of Qing'er on the river surface, she was very likely swept away by the whirlpool.
Just then, a figure suddenly rose from the surface of the water.
"Alas! Over there!"
"It's afloat!"
"No water whirl! Can save! Quickly! Quickly!"
Several burly men who knew how to swim jumped in and with great effort rescued Qing’er onto the boat.
"Cough! Cough!"
Qing'er was still conscious, coughing up two mouthfuls of saliva and letting out a breath. She clutched her fragile body with a dazed expression, but the desire for death in her eyes had diminished considerably.
Qin Sang saw this and said, "Fellow Daoist, you have saved many people over the years. You truly deserve the title of Water God."
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The boatman took a swig of liquor and casually said, "An accidental fall into the water, if you encounter it, you save it. If someone jumps into the river themselves, I won't bother saving them once. What is love in this world... hey! It's just a trivial matter!"
Saying that, she lifted her chin and playfully looked at Xiao Wu, "Little girl, don't learn from her when you grow up."
Xiaowu doesn't speak.
Qin Sang leaned against the railing of the boat, gazing at the faint moonlight on the horizon. He remained silent for a long time.
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