Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 114 Visualization Diagram

Ghost city.

Every time Zhu Ju comes to the world of magic, he will come here for a visit.

First, to see if I can find something suitable, and second, it is more convenient to inquire about information here.

Over time.

I became familiar with many people here.

"Give."

The Immortal in the Tomb handed over two pieces of paper and said:
"Medicines that can increase one's spiritual power are rare, and most of those that exist have been lost. These are the two I found with great difficulty."

"Bright Soul Soup, Clear Spirit Pill."

"Except for the top sects in the world, the people below simply cannot gather all the herbs needed for these two prescriptions."

"Thank you." Zhu Ju took it.
"Has there been any progress regarding the magical weapon?"

Even if this world doesn't work, the main world may still work.

The names of medicines in the two worlds may be different, but there are many with similar effects. As long as there is a prescription, it may not be impossible to copy them.

If possible.

Your skill level in magic will improve by leaps and bounds.

Most of the people who practice cultivation in this world rely on hard practice to accumulate their skills, and very few of them are qualified to take medicine.

"Magic weapons are hard to come by, how can it be so easy?" The Tomb Immortal shook his head.

"Your requirements are quite high. Ideally, you'd want something representing the five elements, or a set of five magical instruments with similar auras..."

"Even if he is a great wizard, it is still unclear whether he has it in his hand."

"Is that so?" Zhu Ju frowned.
"The material is fine, but it must be of high quality. It can't lose its spirituality just by a slight impact from the evil spirit."

"This is a good opportunity." The Tomb Immortal thought for a moment and said:
"I'll ask for you some time."

"Thank you." Zhu Ju bowed.

The innate Qi cultivators in the main world have strong bodies, and ordinary tools in the magic world cannot even break through their defenses.

Like the jade hairpin in his hand.

Facing an outer sect disciple who had cultivated into a true form of Earthly Demon, the hairpin would probably lose its spirituality due to the evil spirit before it even got close to him, and turn into an ordinary object.

If you want to pose a threat to a congenital Qi cultivator, you must have a magical weapon that is full of spiritual power and not afraid of evil spirits.

“There is also the method of visualization.”

Zhu Ju spoke:
"Which mages in Yidu can provide visualization techniques?"

"Is things not going smoothly with Xing Suanzi?" The Immortal in the Tomb looked up, seemingly unsurprised.
"There are quite a few local mages, but very few are willing to show others their visualization methods."

"Visualization is the foundation of a Dharma master. Even if close relatives or disciples want to see it, they still have to go through many tests."

“There are only three that can be provided for others to watch.”

He held out three fingers:
"The Monster Hunting Society, the Imperial Court, and the Tiandu Sect."

"The first two need to complete certain tasks for the guild and government office in order to gain the opportunity to view the visualization map."

"Only the Tiandu Sect claims to teach everyone without distinction. Anyone willing to pay can view the visualization diagram."

"Tiandu Sect..." Zhu Ju pursed his lips:
"As the largest sect in the world, there is only one mage nearby, Xing Suanzi?"

"Of course not." The Tomb Immortal shook his head:

"But he has the One Hundred Demons Night Parade Diagram in his hand, and he's responsible for the inheritance of the visualization method. Unless you go somewhere else, you can't get around him."

"hey-hey……"

"Not urgent!"

At this point, he chuckled softly:

"As long as you can serve the Xing Suanzi well, you will definitely have the opportunity to learn the visualization method in due time."

"Waiting..." Zhu Ju looked at him coldly:
"I don't know how to serve people."

"That's difficult." The Tomb Immortal shrugged.

"Practicing is difficult, seeking the Dharma is difficult, the Great Way is difficult, it's so difficult..."

"Xing Suanzi is so beautiful. I remember someone gave his wife to him just to watch his visualization method."

"If you want to pursue the great path, what does it matter if you suffer a little injustice?"

"Hmph!" Zhu Ju snorted.
"I prefer fair trade to pleasing others."

"correct."

He changed the subject and asked:

"Is there something going on recently? On the way here, I noticed there were a lot more people practicing than usual."

"You don't know?" The Immortal in the Tomb was stunned:
"Buddha's birthday is coming soon."

"Every year on Buddha's birthday, Zhushan Temple opens its gates and distributes the nectar of the Buddha's heart to those who practice Buddhism."

"This is a good thing that helps with practice."

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Yingxianju.

It was already night, but the place was still brightly lit.

Shouting and yelling could be heard from the second floor from time to time, and it was obvious that the banquet was in full swing.

"Son."

Feng Hongda bowed:
"Xing Suanzi asked you to come here at this time. I'm afraid it's not to discuss the visualization method. Maybe... maybe he just wants you to come and settle the bill."

"Heh..." Zhu Ju chuckled.
"Too!"

"If we want to discuss matters, it's a bit late now, but the person who can ask Xing Suanzi to treat us must be of high status."

"who is it?"

"Wan Zi'an, the only son of General Wan, the general of Yidu." Feng Hongda said:
"This man may not be very old, but he's a veteran in the entertainment industry, relying on his father's influence to act arrogantly and domineeringly."

“No one in the city dares to provoke.”

General of Yidu?

Zhu Ju nodded slowly, then looked across.

Paradise Place!
If Yingxianju is considered diligent as it has not closed down yet, then Jilefang is doing a booming business.

The colorful lanterns hanging outside exude a sense of decadence, and the laughter and joy entice passers-by.

"Jilefang is making a fortune every day. Xing Suanzi, the owner of the place, is so frugal and calculating. He's really unique."

Shaking his head, Zhu Ju asked:
"You're going to Paradise?"

"Yes." Feng Hongda smiled awkwardly.
"Don't worry, sir. I'll be back soon and won't delay anything."

"At your age, it's time for you to get married and have children." Zhu Ju patted his shoulder and advised:
"Don't spend all your money here, think more about the future."

"No... no..." Feng Hongda was stunned:
"Master, you misunderstood. I..."

"never mind."

He sighed helplessly halfway through his words, watched Zhu Ju walk into Yingxianju, and then turned around and stepped into Jilefang.

"Hey!"

"Isn't this Brother Feng?"

"Looking for Sister Yue again?"

"whee……"

"Go quickly, she's waiting behind!"

Feng Hongda had a gloomy face and ignored the teasing of the women. He walked to the backyard of Jilefang as if he knew the place well.

in the room.

Feng Yue'er was knitting clothes with needle and thread. When she heard the voice, she looked up and a smile appeared on her face.

"You came."

"Ah."

Feng Hongda nodded:
"No one else in the neighborhood bullied my sister, did they?"

"Bullying..." Feng Yue'er stopped what she was doing, her eyes were dull, and her voice was vague:
"They are just zombies, why bully them?"

"younger brother."

She sighed softly:
"Stop it!"

"Impossible!" Feng Hongda's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth.

"Don't worry, sister. I will definitely take you out of this place and we will start our lives anew."

Feng Yue'er turned her head to look sideways, her lifeless eyes rippled slightly, and two clear tears slowly slid down.

"younger brother."

"Stop it!"

"You send gold and silver to the bank accountant every month just to prevent me from accepting customers. Little do you know that he is using this to exploit you."

"Endless..."

Feng Hongda didn't say anything, but sat opposite him with a gloomy expression. The room was completely silent.

"Sister, there is no hope in this life, but you still have hope. You can still have your own life."

Feng Yue'er whispered:
"It's enough for one person to go to hell, there's no need for two people to go together."

"No!"

Feng Hongda shook his head:
"Without my sister, there would be no me."

Both of them lost their husbands when they were young. After their mother raised them with great difficulty for a few years, she chose to give up and ran away from home.

The brother and sister had no one to rely on and supported each other.

Feng Yue'er is a few years older than Feng Hongda. When he was young, she begged, worked, and even sold her body to support him in his upbringing.

He even let Feng Hongda learn martial arts and read.

Although Feng Hongda knew that his sister's life was difficult, he was extremely disgusted with Feng Yue'er's selling of herself.

Even resentment.

The two were estranged for a long time.

"if……"

Feng Yue'er forced a smile:
"It would have been better if I had left after you grew up. I shouldn't have been greedy and continued to follow you."

If she left at that time.

Maybe it would make her brother resentful, but he would definitely forget about her as his sister and have a different life.

After all,
I am too greedy.

I was delusional that after my brother's life got better, our relationship would be able to ease and we could let go of certain things.

result……

A serious illness struck and Feng Yue'er fell down.

It was then that Feng Hongda realized how indispensable his sister was, and he went to all the famous doctors in the city without her knowledge.

No matter what.

Even gods cannot save us!

Finally, she sought help from Xing Suanzi, who used magic to separate her body, and Feng Yue'er was able to survive in the form of a portrait.

In name, Feng Yue'er is the concubine of Xing Suanzi.

Reality.

She was just a prostitute in Jilefang. In order to prevent her sister from receiving customers and live a better life in Jilefang, Feng Hongda had no choice but to earn money everywhere and give it to Xing Suanzi.

In a flash,
Just a few years.

Both of them were struggling in pain and torture.

"Sister." Feng Hongda said in a dull voice:

"You raised me when I was young, and now it's my turn. I can't be so selfish."

"No!" Feng Yue'er looked at her brother, who looked young but already looked old. She couldn't help but tremble and tears flowed down her face.
"It shouldn't be like this!"

“It shouldn’t be like this!”

why?
Why does it become like this?

Feng Yue'er was heartbroken, but as a person in the painting, she didn't even have the ability to commit suicide.

"Don't worry, sister. I'm following my new master now. He pays me very well." Feng Hongda said:
"When I save enough money, I will buy your portrait, and we will leave Yidu and start a new life."

"No." Feng Yue'er burst into tears:

"You've said this countless times. You should know it's impossible. The operator won't let us go."

"he……"

“Never let anyone go!”

"Don't have any more unrealistic thoughts, brother. I just want you to live a good life."

Feng Hongda didn't say anything, but just looked at Feng Yue'er quietly, his face full of stubbornness.

For my sister.

He can die!
give up,

Never will!
…………

Yingxianju.

The second floor.

"Haha..." Looking at the figure stepping onto the second floor, the drunken Xing Suanzi laughed:

"Mr. Zhu, you are finally here."

"Come!"

He pulled Zhu Ju, stretched out his hand and said:

"Let me introduce you. This is Master Wan Zi'an, the only son of General Wan, the commander-in-chief of Yidu. General Wan not only holds a high position but is also a great mage skilled in the art of killing."

"Are you Zhu Ju?" Wan Zi'an was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in noble attire, and looked quite good, but his face was a little pale, and he looked exhausted after indulging in alcohol and sex.

He pointed at Zhu Ju and said with a smile:
"I've heard of you, a rich kid from the capital, with so much gold and silver...hiccups...where to spend it all."

"No problem." Zhu Ju clasped his fists.
"Meet Master Wan."

"Mr. Wan, you have never seen Mr. Zhu's generosity. Today, I will let you see it for yourself." Xing Suanzi waved to the waiter at the side.

"Bill, please!"

"promise."

The servant came up to Zhu Ju with his brows lowered and his waist bowed, and said with a flattering smile:

"Mr. Zhu, sincerely, three hundred taels of silver."

"No problem." Zhu Ju took out a banknote from his pocket and handed it over, then turned to look at Xing Suanzi:

"Senior, how's it going?"

"Good!" Xing Suanzi laughed.

"well done!"

"As long as you like it, senior." Zhu Ju took a piece of paper:

"Please settle the account."

"What do you mean?" Xing Suanzi was stunned.

"The gold and silver that Senior has spent from me over the past two months are all in the account. It's time to calculate the date." Zhu Ju raised his eyebrows.
"Senior, you are a hermit, you won't deny it, right?"

"Huh?" Wan Zi'an, who was sitting opposite, was stunned at first, then burst into laughter and slammed the table wildly:

"Ha ha……"

"well!"

"Nice trick, I never thought that a stingy person like you would have to bite a hard rock one day."

"..." Looking at the IOU handed to him, the smile on Xing Suanzi's face faded a little bit:

"Mr. Zhu, it's meaningless if you do this."

"Boring?" Zhu Ju narrowed his eyes.
"Your Excellency, after having eaten and drunk your fill, only called Zhu over when it was time to pay the bill. That's interesting, isn't it?"

"OK!"

He shouted in a deep voice:
"Today you either pay me back the money or show me the visualization diagram. Your choice!"

"You..." Xing Suanzi's cheeks twitched, anger surged in his heart, and he suddenly growled:
"court death!"

"Shh!"

Several pieces of white paper flew out from his body like lightning.

Ok?
Zhu Ju's eyes opened wide, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed, and a fierce murderous intent instantly spread throughout the place.

Ghosts and gods are limited!
Limited to ghosts and gods!
"Shh!"

Hit the mark with one knife!

The pieces of white paper suddenly stopped, then broke into two and fell lightly to the ground, causing the brows of Xing Suanzi behind him to twitch wildly. A sense of fear rose in his heart, and then he became furious.

fear?

How could a dignified wizard like me be afraid of a sorcerer who has never cultivated any magical powers?

But the two were so close to each other that he really didn't dare to make a move. Anger and fear intertwined in his heart, making Xing Suanzi's expression even more distorted.

"it is good!"

"Good sword skills!"

He gritted his teeth, waved his sleeves and shouted:

"You just want to see the visualization diagram, right? I'll show it to you. But don't blame me for not warning you. There are dangers in looking at the visualization diagram."

"No problem." Zhu Ju put away his knife and said casually:
“Where is the visualization diagram?”

(End of this chapter)