Chapter 0010: Heavenly Eyes Observing Qi
On the ancient book, the pages that were originally filled with complex classical Chinese written with a brush were now blank, leaving only a thin layer of yellowed paper.
Standing there, I was still a little bit incredulous, recalling the magical process that had just happened.
The ancient Chinese characters seemed to come alive and penetrated into my skin, transforming into strands of warm air that continued to rise along my meridians and finally gathered in my eyes.
My eyes burned, as if a layer of something that had covered my eyes was slowly melting away. This process seemed to last for a long time, but it also seemed to last only a second.
My eyesight has improved and my vision is clearer. The whole world has never been so clear!
Is this what it feels like to have your third eye opened?
This mysterious feeling can only be felt but not described.
I was so excited, like a child who got a rare toy and wanted to try it out. I couldn't wait to verify the magic of this art of observing qi with the third eye.
I opened the rolling door and faced the bright sunshine. I recited the mantra in my heart and looked at the passers-by with my eyes open.
Concentrating and looking around, you can see a layer of hazy gas slowly emerging from the passers-by in a hurry.
The vast majority of people carry the most common white gas.
Their lives are ordinary and mediocre, just like a drop in the ocean among the countless people living in the world.
There is no special one. Some people even have white aura with gray in it. Gray aura is also called bad luck, which indicates that they will be unlucky in the near future.
Come to think of it, how could people living in the urban villages be high-ranking officials?
After less than five minutes of observation, my head started to feel dizzy and my eyes began to hurt.
Using the Heavenly Eye consumes a lot of energy. I am only at the first level and am a newbie. I have only been using the Heavenly Eye for a relatively short time and need to practice continuously to improve.
Fortunately, as I absorbed those ancient texts, the cultivation methods they practiced were also engraved in my mind, and I no longer needed to spend energy memorizing them.
The stairs are already there, I just need to climb up step by step.
Even though I have just started, these five minutes are enough for me to see a person's aura clearly and determine whether he is good or bad, not to mention that my ability will become even stronger after practicing.
I was once again shocked by the ability of the Ghost Story Live Room, as it could even possess rare and secret skills that had been lost for a long time, without even a hint of doubt.
With this secret skill, at least I won't have to worry about food in the future.
Feeling a little comforted, I was about to look away, but out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a person who seemed to be surrounded by black air.
Black air is a very evil air!
I was shocked and wanted to see the details, but my eyes were already at the limit and in great pain, so I had to close my eyes to relieve the pain.
If a person just has a black aura on his face, it already indicates that he has an incurable disease, or is a sign of imprisonment or bloody disaster. What's more, if the whole body is surrounded by black aura, it means that he has already stepped half a foot into the gates of hell.
However, when I opened my eyes and looked in that direction again, the energy of all the pedestrians on the messy street had disappeared, and I only saw a familiar figure limping towards me.
"Hey, kid, you're standing at the door with a silly smile on your face. You seem to be in a good mood. I guess you've gotten over the bloody disaster... But why are the corners of your eyes blue? You look like you have kidney deficiency?"
Wang Quezi was carrying a rag bag, which contained all his belongings from his street stall. He had a smile on his face, but his words were like ivory that could not be spit out by a dog.
The blue corners of my eyes were due to the first time I used the third eye to observe qi, which had nothing to do with what he said.
"Lao Wang, where have you been these two days? I see that you have black energy around you, which is a very bad sign!" I threatened him angrily.
"What did you say?" Wang Cuzi's face changed drastically. He took two steps back, holding his rag bag, looked at me as if facing a great enemy, and said three words solemnly.
"I have no money!"
He was wearing a cheap Tang suit and black cloth shoes bought from a street stall. His hair was disheveled and his face was pale and thin. He was only slightly better than a beggar. The word "poor" was written all over his body.
If the soul-suppressing talisman had not really worked, based on his appearance, I would never believe that he could be a hermit.
"I have something serious to discuss with you." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. I put away my playful thoughts and brought him into the shop.
The next live broadcast will be in seven days. I need talismans to carry with me. The more the better.
" Do you still have the Soul-Suppressing Talisman you gave me last time ?"
"You have already survived the disaster safely, so why do you still need the talisman?" Wang Cuzi said with surprise.
"Look for yourself." I took out the blackened soul-suppressing talisman.
"Fuck! What kind of evil thing did you encounter?" Seeing the burnt marks on the edge of the yellow talisman, Wang Cuzi was shocked and started swearing.
"This spirit-suppressing talisman was made by a master. Ordinary demons and monsters dare not approach it. Now its Dao charm has been completely lost and it is completely useless!"
Are the things in the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop so ferocious?
I was also surprised. Last night, nothing happened. I thought it was just an ordinary evil creature. But after hearing what said, I suddenly felt scared.
"I don't know what it is, but I might run into something more sinister later, so I'll need more soul-suppressing talismans. "
"Do you think these are fake goods sold on street stalls that look good but are useless? How can there be so many of them?" Wang Quezi shook his head.
"Aren't you just a street vendor?" I was speechless and disappointed.
But that's true. If Wang Cuzi really had so many talismans, how could he have fallen to such a state?
"How can it be the same? I have experienced all the sufferings of the world. This is called tempering one's heart in the mortal world. You don't understand." Wang Quezi narrowed his eyes at me. "By the way, boy, what on earth have you gotten into?"
"Don't worry about it. Apart from the talisman, do you have anything else that can suppress evil? Anything like a peach wood sword or a Bagua mirror will do. The important thing is that it is effective!" I couldn't tell him about the ghost story live broadcast room.
"If you encounter a more powerful monster, those ordinary things will not work at all." Wang Quezi waved his hand, paused, and changed the subject, "However, money makes the world go round. As long as you have sufficient funds, is there anything that money can't buy?"
"Is this true?" I looked at him doubtfully.
"Do you think the Taoist priests on the mountain don't need to eat? Don't worry, I'm just a matchmaker. It's up to you whether you want to buy it or not. But, whether it succeeds or not, you have to treat me to a meal!"
I have been dealing with Wang Quezi for nearly two years. He only cheated people for food and drinks and never cheated them for money.
"Eating is no problem, but don't you know how much money I have?" Unfortunately, I was short of money, with only a hundred yuan left. Even if Wang Quezi could help me find something good, I couldn't afford it.
"Can I buy on credit?" I asked weakly.
Wang Quezi glared at him and said, "Of course not! Do you think everyone is like me, an old man with a compassionate heart? People take risks to bring things down the mountain just for money!"
"Okay." I nodded helplessly.
It seems that I have to use the art of observing qi with my third eye to earn my first pot of gold as soon as possible.
