During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, there was a scholar named He in Changsha, Hunan. He failed the township exams twice in a row. He was depressed and angry, so he traveled to Huqiu Mountain in Suzhou to relax. To save money on rent, he lived in the ancient temple of flowers behind Huqiu Mountain.

The Ancient Flower Temple was only about half a mile away from Huqiu Mountain, so it was very convenient for him to come and go. He went to the mountains from time to time to hang out. He was in the prime of his life.

One of the women was in her early twenties and was wearing light-coloured clothes, which was especially beautiful. He stared at the woman and could see that he was looking at her. The woman also sensed that he was looking at her, and she was not disgusted. She looked at Him and smiled, as if she was interested in Him.

The woman took a few steps, boarded a boat, and soon left by boat. He was helpless and had to watch the woman leave reluctantly.

After answering the house, he was in a trance, his mind full of the woman's beauty and smile. At night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and sat on the stool and waited for dawn.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door from outside. He asked, "Who is knocking on the door?" A woman outside replied delicately, "I am the woman Lang Jun met on Tiger Hill Mountain during the day. I know Lang Jun is a sentimental boy, and I am afraid that Lang Jun will be lonely at night, so I specially eloped to accompany Lang Jun through this long night."

He listened and thought to himself: I met that woman by chance without saying a word, how did she know that I lived in this Temple of Flowers? She should be a demon fox and a ghost, able to predict the future.

Thinking of this, he did not dare to risk opening the door. The woman begged again and again outside, and her tone was lingering and touching. Even so, He still refused to open the door. After a long time, there was no sound outside. He thought the woman was gone, so he went to bed and got ready to go to bed.

He had just fallen asleep when the woman walked into the room with a coquettish smile. He had no choice but to sleep with the woman. After the rooster crowed at dawn, he opened his eyes and saw that there was no woman by his side, only to know that he had a dream.

He thought he missed the woman too deeply, and he thought about it every day and night, and he didn't care too much. Who knew that from that day on, he dreamed of the woman coming to meet him every night. Three months later, he became yellow and thin, listless, and looked like he was twenty years older.

Sometimes women would even appear during the day, flirting with him, and following him like a shadow. He knew the woman was a demon, and tried his best to expel the woman, but it didn't work at all. He was desperate, and he waited quietly for the day when he ran out of oil.

On this day, there was a Taoist priest with a long figure and a thin face, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, carrying a sword, slowly passing by the Flower God Temple. He happened to be basking in the sun in front of the Flower God Temple and took a photo opposite the Taoist priest.

He asked He, "Young Master is a young man, and he should have sufficient Yang Qi. Why does he seem to have exhausted Yang Qi and his life is not long? Could it be caused by being entangled by demons and ghosts?" He saw that the Taoist Immortal Wind Daoist Bone should be an expert from the world, so he told the Taoist what happened.

The Taoist monk nodded and said, "That's right." After that, he took off the sword on his back and handed it to him, saying, "Put this sword on the head of your bed.

If the sword makes a sound, you must hold it tight and don't let the sword fly away. "

He nodded again and again, bowed and took the sword, and the Taoist said, "See you tomorrow, goodbye here." After saying that, he turned and left. He picked up the sword to check, and found a thin hemp rope wrapped around hilt of the sword. Returning to the room, he placed the sword on the head of the bed, and immediately felt a little better.

At night, the demon girl sang and wanted to enter the house. The sword at the bedside suddenly trembled violently, and the hemp rope on hilt of the sword instantly turned into a red dragon, turning into a red light and flying out of the crack of the door.

At the same time, the sword became flickering, making it impossible to look directly at it, and then the sword made a keng sound. He was very scared at this time, and he didn't care to hold the sword at all. The sword trembled again, and flew straight to the red light like an arrow from the string.

That night, the woman did not come back. He slept soundly, but he was worried about losing his sword and couldn't explain it to the Taoist priest.

The next morning, the Taoist priest came to ask for the sword. He knelt down on the ground and apologized, saying, "Taoist master, it's all my fault that your divine sword flew away. Please punish Xiaosheng."

The Daoist smiled and helped He and said, "This divine sword was the sword of Mr. Feng Qian, a disciple of Monarch Mengtao during the Warring States Period. In the past thousand years, countless demons have been killed and eliminated. I know that you have encountered demons, so I lent you the sword to exorcise demons. However, the demonic way to confuse you is very shallow. You can subdue it with the hemp rope wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and you don't need the sword to attack yourself."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he stood outside the door, raised his hand and waved to the air, and the sword suddenly flew from the air and stopped in front of the Taoist priest, suspended in the air. The Taoist priest reached out and held the sword, glanced at it and said, "The divine sword has been contaminated by the filth of the demon charm, and I need to use the Samadhi True Fire to re-forge and forge it."

After saying this, the Taoist priest placed the sword on the ground, chanted a few incantations, and opened his mouth to spit out a ball of Samadhi True Fire. In an instant, the sword was surrounded by a ball of fire with a radius of several feet. He felt that the fire was unbearable, and hurriedly stood farther away.

After a while, the sword was roasted red by the fire, but strangely, the hemp rope on hilt of the sword was not damaged at all. The Taoist priest bent down and reached out to pick up the red-hot sword, and used his right fist to beat hard on the sword. After knocking for a while, he sharpened the sword on his left palm.

After the sharpening, the Taoist priest threw the sword into the fire and calcined it three times. Looking at the sword again, it has become glowing and extremely sharp, like a new sword that has just been bladed.

After the Taoist priest restored the sword, he opened his mouth and sucked the fire on the ground into his stomach. The fire was quickly sucked out. Looking at soil on the ground, it was already red from the fire.

The Taoist looked at Him, who was stunned, and said, "Poor Dao has a fate with the Young Master, so he came to save you. Although the demon charm has been exorcised, Young Master's vitality has been greatly damaged. I will tell you a way to restore vitality."

The Taoist priest asked for seven pieces of white paper and pen and ink, and then drew a circle on each piece of white paper. The circle on the first piece of white paper was the largest, covering a square foot; the circle on the second to seventh pieces of white paper was reduced in turn, and the circle on the seventh piece of white paper was only the size of a grain of rice.

After the Taoist priest drew the circle, he told him: You first glue the paper with the big circle on the wall, and then focus on the circle on the paper every day, so that all your attention is focused on the circle. After seven days, your vitality will recover.

If you can practice diligently and work hard, and read all the circles on the seven sheets of paper like this for seven, seven, forty-nine days, there will be unexpected magical effects. After that, the Taoist priest left with his sword on his back.

He followed instructions of the Taoist priest, and he really recovered on the seventh day. He was not satisfied with this and continued to practice. After seventy-seven or forty-nine days, he felt that his mind was clear, his muscles and bones were strong, and he had a strong sense of disgust at the world of the world. So he drifted away, and he didn't know where he was going. Some people said that he went to Zhongnan Mountain and went to cultivate immortals with that Taoist priest.