MTL - Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits-Chapter 208 Language and belief

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"Zhuxuan!" I raised my voice this time, and the guy finally heard it.

"What?" Zhu Xuan frowned.

This guy even asked! I gritted my teeth and asked, "Amulet ..."

"What happened to the charm?" Zhu Xuan looked innocent.

I had to soften my tone and take a deep breath. "Amulet ... how did you write it?"

Zhu Xuan straightened up, even more innocent, "Master, you are a master, how do you ask others about writing a spell?"

"you!"

Zhuxuan has no conscience! I still do you a favor!

Looking back again, the old gentleman had looked at me with suspicion. At this point, even if it can't be installed, you have to install it hard.

I pretended to pick up a writing brush, stained it with ink, and looked at the scalp on the white paper.

No way ... only hard. I picked up my pen and wrote on the paper.

"All right!"

After a while, I put down the writing brush and looked at my "paintings" with satisfaction. "Mr. Old, please help me to draw the above picture ... Ah, no, the spells are cut into rectangles and pasted in the four directions of the bedroom, southeast, northwest Alright! "

The old man quickly rushed over, but when he saw the painting on the paper, he froze.

"This, this is ... Apple?" The old gentleman asked confused.

That's right. I ca n’t even get a brush, let alone a draw. Under the scrutiny, I can only draw four crooked apples ... The old gentleman didn't say that it was an ass, it has given me a lot of face.

Zhu Xuan, who was watching on the side, laughed.

Still laughing! I stared at Zhuxuan fiercely. How could it be like this if you didn't help and make trouble?

"This, this ..." The old man took the crooked apple painting, looked at Zhu Xuan and looked at me, at a loss.

"Oh, Mr. Yang, just do it," said Zhu Xuanhan with a smile. "This is the command of the master, there is nothing wrong with it."

"Ah, good!" The old man got the affirmation from Zhu Xuan, and finally nodded, and went to cut the spell. In the evening, I actually saw the crooked apples I drew, which were pasted into the old woman's bedroom.

"Zhuxuan!" I dragged Zhuxuan into a corner in a desperate mood. "Hey, what are you trying to do?"

"What is it doing?" Zhu Xuan looked inexplicable, as if he didn't really understand what I asked.

"What do you say!" I was furious and pointed at the old woman's bedroom. "What do you mean? You just forced me to pretend to be a Taoist master, and even let me draw a spell. How do I know?" How do you draw a charm to drive a ghost? At most, you will draw an apple to fool the elderly. You see now, the old gentleman completely believes that I am a master and listens to me. If this continues, what will happen to the old woman's illness? Do you want to Will she let it burn like this?

"When will my Bai Ze be dead?" Zhu Xuan looked at me dissatisfied. "Furthermore, how can you easily conclude that the symbol you drew is useless?"

"Ah?" The words of Zhu Xuan made me hold back. "But, I am neither a demon master nor an amulet, nor do I know anything about yin and yang ..."

Zhu Xuan shook his head, "You listen to me, in addition to demon evil and how to draw amulet, what kind of amulet doesn't really matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

"The important thing is faith, not strength." Zhu Xuan said, "Or in other words, the power to drive demons and demons also comes from faith. Gods appear because of human beliefs; the power of gods also comes from humans. Faith. Can I understand that?

I shook my head in confusion.

"Languages ​​and runes are nothing more than a form, a way of expressing power. In other words, language."

"Language?"

"In Japan, there is a special name for such a language, which is called" linguistic spirit ". That is, a powerful language." Zhu Xuan said bluntly. "Languages ​​are spells. When they are written, they are called runes. But in the final analysis, they are all tools of faith. "

"The more you say, the more confused I am ..." I was more puzzled.

Zhu Xuan thought for a moment, "Take a simple example. If there is a bear child of a relative's family making trouble in front of you during the Chinese New Year, what would you do?"

Zhu Xuan's inexplicably abrupt turning point made me scratch my head. "Uh ... this, I will probably reprimand him."

"That's right." Zhu Xuan nodded with satisfaction. "If the child makes a noise, the adult will rebuke. If the subordinates make mistakes, the leader will criticize it. This is language. Because human beings cannot understand each other directly, they must pass language. To express each other ’s ideas and communicate with each other. In the whole world, only humans have mastered this wonderful art of communication. Language is a kind of power, and the meaning and power are different through the difference between the sender and the receiver. But only To be sure, language is the way to stir up faith, and faith is the direct source of power. "

I frowned and made a stop gesture, "Wait, you say that, I still don't understand it. Faith can excite power. I understand that because of believer's faith, religion has power. Or Say you say that language can inspire faith. What's going on? "

Zhu Xuan laughed, "It's very simple. When Wen Jiubai removes demons and demons and reads spells ... Do you believe that he can succeed?"

I froze and think about it, it really is.

Not only because of the spell, Wen Jiubai raised his hands and throws his feet in the air, which made people firmly believe that he must have this power and be able to succeed.

"That's it, the spell is a very suggestive language." Zhu Xuan nodded. "You believe, and the demons subdued by him also believe. The spell not only hints at you, but also hints at his enemy. . Let the other party feel 'this person is strong', so it is easier to lose to Wen Jiubai's hands. "

"Is that so ..." I mumbled. Therefore, the spells that the demon masters and priests chanted before demon demon had no power in themselves, but just a powerful hint for the enemy?

"That's what I say about language inspires faith. But if you already have faith, language is not so important." Zhu Xuan leaned against the wall and said with arms folded, "because I already told Mr. Yang that you are The master I invited, Mr. Yang is convinced. Because with the conviction of the old gentleman, even if you paint apples, there will be a certain amount of deterrent. Besides, you are not powerless. Those Charms are attached to the wall, and they will have some power. "

"This, this ..." So Zhuxuan insisted on me being a Taoist. Even if that's the case, why don't you just talk to me before.

Zhu Xuan seemed to see through my mind and said lazily, "If I had been so long with you at the beginning, wouldn't you have no patience to listen to it at all?"

That's also ... I smiled embarrassedly.

"The old lady's side, I have also prescribed some remedies for her. Mr. Yang has been asked to buy medicines, and there should be no major problems tonight." Zhu Xuan said.

"But Zhuxuan, the old lady ... and this family, what happened to it?" I asked, "do you have any clue on this issue?"

Zhu Xuan shook his head, "No ..."

"No?"

"No, it's not the problem at all." Zhu Xuan looked at me with a worried expression. "Here gives me a strange feeling."

"Ah?" I don't think I understand Zhu Xuan again.

"That is, it seems that everything is normal, but there is always something abnormal." Zhu Xuan murmured, "I don't know how to describe this feeling."

I sighed, "Then you don't have to describe it. Now that we have accepted this commission, we must take responsibility for the old gentleman and old woman, don't we? It's us who investigated how their son died. Is n’t it the mission? "

"So too." Zhu Xuan nodded, and his frowned eyebrows were loosened.

"Bamboo brothers, master!" I heard Mr. Yang's voice from afar, and we turned to look at it, and it turned out that the old man with the surname Yang had returned with the medicine bag, "I bought the medicine!"

"Ah, it's hard for you." Zhu Xuan hurried forward and took the medicine bag. "Let me decoction."

"No need!" Mr. Yang shied away quickly and took the medicine pack back again. "You two go and rest. I'll go to the decoction. How can this little thing bother the masters!"

At first glance, Zhu Xuan said that he was not old, and he no longer insisted. "Well then. You go to decoction, and Master Gu and I will prepare meals, how about it?"

Mr. Yang took the pill pack and got upset again, "This, how can this work ..."

"Oh, what's wrong?" I stepped forward and said, pushing the old man's shoulder, "There is only you in this house now, how can we not help? Come on, wait for you to finish the medicine, I He Zhuxuan already prepared the meals! "

Mr. Yang decoction uses a small stove in the yard. Zhuxuan and I borrowed the kitchen to prepare meals.

"Well, there are still two potatoes and one eggplant in the refrigerator." Zhu Xuan rubbed his palms and looked at me, "How about Gu Yu, can I cook?"

"I don't dare to blow anything else, but I'm definitely no worse at cooking than you, the white beast." I was eager to try.

Since I was very strict with my mother since I was a child, I have been doing all kinds of housework since I was very young, including cooking and cooking. Not to mention Bai Ze. As a **** beast who is proficient in the things of the world, the skill of cooking is not bad at all. It didn't take long for the two of us to serve a delicious meal.

Mr. Yang had just cooked the medicine and looked at the food on the table in surprise. Zhuxuan and I quickly helped him sit down.

"Mr. Yang, it's hard, take a rest." I put the bowl and chopsticks in front of Mr. Yang, and I did not expect that Mr. Yang was moved to tears.