he fastest, he's blaming himself now! It just so happens that Mu Wanchen saved you, does that mean Your Majesty needs to go say thank you This is hitting at his pride... You should comfort him, use w...If it's a real fox spirit or ghost, then I could still try to exorcise it.

The problem is with social moral issues like this, how do I deal with it

"If I didn't know you, I would have thought this was a matter of moral decay, but now it feels like something evil is at play!" Song Wei frowned and complained: "My uncle, a middle-aged man with no redeeming qualities, has attracted flies just because he has some money. Logically, as a grown man, he should have the judgment to avoid this, but he's acting like an idiot, abandoning his family and career to be with his mistress. If he runs out of money, she'll treat him like dirt!"

“He’s still gambling, with just that little bit of money he has How many times can it hold up If he really wanted to die, that’s fine, but he came to my house crying poor and asked my dad to bail him out. My dad, thinking about their brotherhood, lent him all our savings. My mom scolded him so badly that his head almost flew off… Every day there’s smashing pots and breaking bowls at home.” Song Wei sighed.

I secretly glanced at Jiang Qiyun, he was actually watching TV...

Because there are the elderly and children at home, the volume of the television has always been very low. It's also unclear whether Jiang Qiyun is actually watching TV or pretending to be inadvertently listening to us talking.

Song Wei also confided in me, she comforted her for a while, and reminded her to keep quiet about Chang Jing's affairs, and not reveal those mysterious things.

“I know, I won't mention anything about your part. Just pretend it was a normal 'travel companion' having fun, doing drugs, that kind of thing. That's more acceptable to the public.” Song Wei organized her backpack and wanted to show me her notebook to see what report she had written.

As soon as the notebook was opened, a piece of paper with some kind of drawing on it fluttered out.

Song Wei was stunned and puzzled: "What the heck, who touched my bag"

That piece of paper floated to Jiang Qiyun's skirt hem, and I was afraid Song Wei would impulsively go pick it up. I quickly got up and picked it up myself.

The pattern on the paper is a photocopy, and the black lines are a little blurry. However, the pattern itself is very clear to see.

This is Fu.

The

symbol is a very important magic tool in Taoism, and it generally doesn't appear in the hands of ordinary people casually. Moreover, talismans also vary in their drawing methods according to different schools.

When I picked up the copy paper, Jiang Qiyun glanced at me coldly and distantly. He sat on an ordinary double-seater sofa, making it feel like a luxurious couch. Although he pretended not to care, he did glance my way.

I quickly asked Song Wei: "Where did you get this copy paper"

Song Wei was completely baffled: "I have no idea...what is this thing A tiger" She looked at the drawing on the paper.

"Well, it's a tiger. Did someone give this to you Think about it carefully." I reminded him.

Song Wei tilted her head and thought for a long time: "I really don't know. I've known you for days, if I were to ask for any talismans, wouldn't I come to you Who else would I go to I've never seen this thing before."

"...So, has anyone been messing with your backpack"

Song Wei hurriedly shook her head: "These are all things I use for work, how dare I let outsiders touch them No one has touched them..."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Only my mom has ever touched it. She used to put her homemade lunch in there... I’m always running around on location, so she was worried I wouldn’t have anything to eat.”

Jiang Qiyun reminded me, “This is the Fengyang Fu.”

Fengyang Fu.

This is a relatively famous yet niche school of thought.

And this school of thought is rather unique, standing out in the circle and being a difficult-to-define good or evil faction.

In Daoism, good and evil depend entirely on how spells are cast and the purpose behind casting them.

Good and evil are inherently difficult to define, especially as they vary greatly from person to person. The schools of thought within Daoism are far more numerous than the average person might imagine.

I haven't met any mages from the Fengyang lineage in my circle yet. Looking at the talisman in my hand, I whispered to Jiang Qiyun, "… Are you sure this is a Fengyang sect talisman I've never seen it before…"

To be honest, the Fengyang line is called the Fengyang Yin Soldiers' Method and is classified by some as a "malicious method".

One is because the spells are powerful and domineering, the other is because they bring strong karmic retribution to the caster themselves, unlike gentle magical schools.

It is said that the Fengyang magic technique was acquired through the method of "inviting" ancestors' incense burners, where each ancestor represents a single Tao.

But anyone who enters this gate must accept "loneliness," "premature death," and "poverty" before they can offer incense in prayer.

If one is invited to three incense burners, it means they can practice three secret techniques. These are all very mysterious, and we are not among them, so we can only hear rumors and superficially understand them.

This method is said to be a secret technique called "the Wicked Path Method," and it should not be passed on lightly.

Spells can be either swift and forceful or gentle and subtle. Similarly, wizards can be benevolent or malevolent, righteous or wicked. Even their personalities differ; a hasty wizard and a patient one might produce different karmic outcomes in their practice.

Song Wei would definitely not lie to me, we're close friends who would die for each other.

I know about her family, they're just an ordinary household and have no connection with these mages.

I don't really understand talismans. There's a tiger drawn on top, and some overlapping text at the bottom, and there are also similar secret script runes at the top.

Based on what I can understand, this looks like a talisman similar to one used for warding off evil spirits. It doesn't seem like it would be harmful.

"Seeing my serious expression, Song Wei hurriedly took out her phone and said, 'I'll call home to ask if it was my mom who put it in my backpack!'"

"Forget it, I happen to be free today. Why don't I go home with you" I wasn't quite reassured. If Song Wei's mom really put that in her backpack, there might be a lot more at home.

Such talismans cannot be placed randomly, as there are specialized techniques and esoteric knowledge involved in their use. It is not something easily understood by non-practitioners.

Inviting a deity requires finesse, and cultivation also has its own principles. This isn't an exam where you can simply read books and teach yourself.

Without a hereditary lineage of instruction, or if one uses it haphazardly without full understanding, they may unwittingly violate taboos and achieve the opposite of their intended result.

Song Wei looked at her phone's schedule and said irritably, "Fine, I'll just take a sick leave today, not going to work! This job is really frustrating."

“Master Huqing told me that this job isn't a good fit for you, and he suggested you consider looking for something else,” I said plainly.

Song Wei was taken aback: "Not suitable I thought this kind of work would be perfect for someone like me, a rough and tumble sort."

"Yes, this kind of work suits you rough men, but for you, you are not suitable for this kind of work. You are irritable and unhappy, so you should consider the right and wrong of this matter." I picked up my small bag and glanced at Jiang Qiyun who was sitting on the sofa in silence.

Won't you come with me

I tried to signal with my eyes. Jiang Qiyun lazily turned his head at first, probably the Emperor wasn't interested in these mundane affairs since it was rare for him to skip work.

"What are you looking at, Xiao Qiao" Song Wei asked curiously, then realized, "You... your husband is home".

I nodded, Song Wei grinned and took my arm, pulling me out: "Come on, it's rare that your husband is home for a whole day, let him stay at home with the kids, we girls go steal some fun!" I used to drive without a license on my own turf, and occasionally scraped my senior brothers' and sisters' cars, and they weren't embarrassed to let me off the hook. This made me very bold behind th...