Chapter 39 Red Paper Tablet

Zheng Qing raised his head and saw a tall, thin gray-robed wizard standing behind a few people with his hands folded, watching their business with interest.

Feeling the attention of everyone, the gray-robed wizard gently tugged on the brim of his pointed wizard hat and said politely: "Wandering Wizard."

Shopkeeper!

There was some commotion in the crowd. The guests whispered to each other quietly and looked at the gray-robed mage curiously.

Zheng Qing suddenly felt enlightened.

Rumor has it that the owner of Wandering Bar has a weird personality, his whereabouts are erratic, and it is said that he is also involved in black magic. Although the Anti-Dark Arts Association of the Wizards Alliance did not issue a formal warning, it did not prevent students from the First University from privately spreading some gossip about the mage.

For example, the wandering wizard has repeatedly helped school students bow their heads to their opponents' pets;

This bar also helps students from First University purchase experimental supplies that are strictly restricted by the Umbrella League from some less formal laboratories, such as spirit-imbuing talismans that are valid for more than five years;

Or buy low-priced dragon liver, toad venom or dried herbal powder from the black market for students;

There are also high-quality beautification potions for young witches and cheap ecstasy potions for wizards;

Etc., etc.

Because of the richness of the rumors, the working committee of First University raided the bar several times, but to no avail. This adds a bit of mystery to Wandering Bar among the students of First University.

Therefore, the bar became a symbol of resistance to the authority of First University.

For most young people, questioning authority is the greatest authority.

If a student from First University didn't wander around a few times, it seems that his college life would not be perfect enough.

The onlookers separated in awe, and the wandering mage looked at the freshmen in front of the bar with a smile:

"Girl, how much space do you need?"

As he spoke, he took out an ocher-yellow shabby Dharma book from his gray robe, placed it in the air, and let the pages turn slowly.

"An open space about three meters in diameter will do." Jiang Yu pursed her lips and began to take out things from her bag.

"Is there anything you need our help with?" Downton's voice sounded next to him.

As the monitor of Jiuyou Academy Astronomy Class 08-1, he felt that he had an obligation to do something.

But Jiang Yu didn't appreciate it.

"Just help Zheng Qing stabilize Xiaomeng's condition." She interrupted Downton's stretched out hands with a somewhat stiff movement.

Downton retracted his arm in embarrassment and smiled at Zheng Qing.

The wandering mage also smiled and looked at Zheng Qing: "What about you? Don't you need to open an altar?"

Zheng Qing came back to his senses, glanced at the sleeping Li Meng, and shook his head.

That 'Pure Heart Talisman' burned away about six points of its power.

"No need. Sir has never taught me those rituals." He hesitated and added: "Just set up an offering table."

For most wizards, drawing talismans means a set of complicated rituals.

For example, opening an altar to perform sacrifices and praying to the gods;

For example, purify the body, face, hands, and mouth;

For example, prepare seasonal fruits and vegetables, rice wine, balsamic vinegar, sandalwood and white candles;

It even includes choosing a good and auspicious day and a time when spiritual energy is abundant.

In the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World", these rituals are called "Starting Hands" and are one of the very important inheritances of every Talisman Master with a formal inheritance.

But Zheng Qing never accepted the inheritance of these rituals.

There are only two steps for drawing runes that he knows: outlining the runes and pouring inspiration into them.

If he wanted to increase his success rate - like now - then he would set up an offering table for peace of mind. This is not a method taught to him by his husband, but a little trick he found out by himself.

After purifying his heart and hands, Zheng Qing took out a red paper tablet from a gray cloth bag with a big word "Wu" written on it. Then he placed the card behind the incense burner given to him by the wandering mage, and lit three ordinary sticks of incense.

The wandering mage looked at the tablet in confusion and pondered.

"Which great god is this offered to?" Fatty Xin also curiously whispered in his ear.

"Ahem, no." Zheng Qing coughed awkwardly twice, blurring Fat Paper's question.

He couldn't tell others that the person on the red tablet was his husband.

This is a trick he discovered as a child.

That was the first time he discovered that his husband had some special abilities, such as being able to summon objects from afar and talk to cats. This had a huge impact on his young mind. At that time, "Journey to the West" was being broadcast on TV. He once thought that his husband was a goblin formed in a deep mountain forest, coming to the city to look for food and confuse all living beings.

Zheng Qing tried to tell his family these things several times, but was never able to do so.

On the one hand, although the symptoms of the headache have been relieved, they have not gone away, and Zheng Qing still has lingering fears; on the other hand, Zheng Qing is always worried that he will be cooked and eaten by goblins if he reveals his husband's secrets after reading too many story books.

Just like in "Journey to the West", they were washed clean by the little demon, marinated in an urn, and served as a side dish when the weather is cloudy.

After thinking about it for a few times, Zheng Qing came up with a plan.

He dug out a piece of red cardboard from his grandfather's study and made it into a tablet. He checked the perpetual calendar, found a good and auspicious day, and wrote his husband's surname on the tablet. Then he hid the tablet in his desk and prayed three times a day. Please have peace of mind and pray that Mr. Don’t eat yourself.

But it's strange to say that.

Originally, he was learning talismans from his husband, but because of his stupidity, he would get beaten several times every day. But ever since he started worshiping his husband's tablet, his skill in drawing talismans has improved rapidly, and he has not been beaten a few times, whether because of enlightenment or not.

This made him more awed.

When he grew up and learned many taboos, he quietly dropped this habit and stopped worshiping his husband.

But when I think about it occasionally, I finally feel a little strange.

Today, Li Meng needs to provide high-quality talismans to save his life.

This matter has a lot to do with him.

Zheng Qing felt that he had to do his best.

So he took out the memories that had been gathering dust for a long time to strengthen his spirit and seek peace of mind.

He rubbed his hands and took out his four treasures of study from the talisman bag: turtle back inkstone, pine ink, purple halo pen and yellow paper.

"Table!" he shouted to the boys next to him.

Fatty Xin opened his watch, tapped it a few times, and pulled out a four-legged desk in a blink of an eye.

"You can adjust it as high as you want." Xin banged the desk.

After Zheng Qing placed the Four Treasures of the Study on the table, the desk creaked and automatically adjusted to a position suitable for Zheng Qing's height.

Fatty Xin had a proud expression on his face.

Zheng Qing did not speak, but calmly spread a piece of yellow paper on the table, and gently scratched the small snake coiled in the inkstone on the back of the turtle with the tip of his pen.

The little snake held its head high, cheered up, and spat out a large pool of clear water.

The clear water overflowed the inkstone and swayed slightly.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao was holding pine ink, his wrist moved slightly, and the friction between the inkstone and the inkstone produced a uniform and pleasant sound.

Zheng Qing grabbed the pen, closed his eyes and raised his breath, his knuckles turning white.

"Don't be nervous, take your time." Some soft comforting voices came from the side: "Don't be anxious, take your time."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the purple hair in his hand slowly slipped into the inkstone and shook gently.

After the brush drank enough ink, it slowly came to the top of the yellow paper with its bulging belly.

The onlookers stared at Zheng Qing nervously.