Chapter 1937: Drawing Talismans
ld only leave minor sword wounds on it, which would be immediately recovered by the frantic surge of terrestrial energy. Qin Sang couldn't possibly deplete the flying night demon's terrestrial energy....Can I do it too
Little Five tilted his little head up, a flicker of anticipation in his expression.
Qin Sang's heart moved slightly.
Little Wu is very smart, she must have noticed that Qin Sang almost never lets her leave his side.
She should have been thinking about it and taking the initiative to change.
Recently, she has become more lively and wants to take the initiative to get closer to her junior brother. Her attempts include painting scenes that hide the killing in her work.
Clumsy, like a child taking its first steps, but undoubtedly moving in the right direction.
The strategy of suppressing demon nature with humanity has shown initial effectiveness, especially in making Little Five consciously realize it, which is truly remarkable.
How much effect does Xiao Wu's current humanity have on suppressing his demonic nature Would he fall back under the influence of his demonic side if he were to leave this environment or encounter a strong stimulus
These are the issues Qin Sang must consider.
However, since Xiaowu is already consciously trying to control it, Qin Sang felt he could choose to believe her and relax a bit.
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She wasn't the type to get easily provoked, so a little bit of stimulation wouldn't cause her to become ferocious and revert to her old ways.
Besides, Xiaowu wouldn't leave too far away. He would only go to the school down the mountain to study and he would always be keeping an eye on things.
"Of course," Qin Sang patted Xiaowu's head and said affirmatively.
Before transforming into Xiao Wu, the spirit may have existed for several hundred or even thousands of years. However, those memories were completely erased by the demonic energy.
One can think of Xiao Wu as an innocent child, comparable to a naive student in a schoolhouse.
Shou Yu Lang became his disciple, and Xiao Wu accompanied him. The effect was even better than Qin Sang's expectations.
Sending Xiao Wu to school is not only about studying, but also about making more friends, which is exactly what a child should be doing.
Yu Lang heard that his master not only didn't scold him, but also wanted to let his senior sister study with him, so he was overjoyed. He leaned against the edge of the tank and excitedly said, "That's great! I just saw that there were girls studying in Chen Xiucai's academy!"
The atmosphere in the State of Yan was still quite open, with no such thing as strict gender segregation.
Of course, reading and writing, and taking the imperial examinations to achieve official status, were still considered men's affairs. Very few schools like Master Chen’s existed, where teaching was open to all regardless of gender.
Among the people, there aren't many families who send their daughters to school. There are only a handful of girls in the schoolhouse.
It's late at night.
Yu Lang, after soaking in the medicinal bath, returned to his room and sat down in meditation. He clearly felt that his cultivation had become much smoother.
Qin Sang settled Little Five, then returned to the cellar himself.
The main platform was flashing with lightning, but it wasn't coming from the platform itself. It was Tai Yi sitting on the dharma platform, his cultivation producing this phenomenon.
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Qin Sang didn't deliberately conceal his aura. Tai Yi sensed it and hurried down from the main stage, bowing respectfully.
Next to the main altar was a table with a pristine white talisman paper and a talisman brush personally crafted by the deity.
Qin Sang walked to the desk, picked up his brush and talisman, During the day, he interacted with mortals, treated their illnesses, but this did not hinder his thinking and comprehension, instead, it was a process of purifying his heart.
Having transferred all the paper and other materials to the main platform, Qin Sang held a pen in one hand and slowly ascended onto it.
At this moment, Qin Sang is preparing to make the Tier 3 Thunder Talisman - Taiyi Lei Gang Fu!
During his journey, Qin Sang studied the Daoist Thunder Scripture and repaired several thunder altars in succession, which greatly advanced his understanding of thunder magic.
As for the Taia Thunderbolt Talisman and the Taia Thunderclap Talisman, Qin Sang already had a deep understanding of them, and could easily make the Taia Thunderbolt Talisman.
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Recently, Qin Sang has been pondering the main altar and made some new discoveries.
How to repair the main altar requires careful consideration, but it can to some extent invoke the power of the Dharma platform for my use, such as providing assistance when making talismans.
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If one can create a Taixu Lei Gang Fu, then it's worth considering an upgrade for Taixu. Another powerful general would be added to your ranks.
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The tip of the pen lightly licks the ink.
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Mo is a specially made cinnabar, known as Wu Lei Jin Mo.
Cinnabar, the talisman pen, and talisman paper are all refined according to the scriptures recorded in the Five Thunder Palace's seal. They can better carry the power of thunder talismans.
The quality of these things before Qin Sang wasn't top-notch; making a third-tier Lei Fu was the limit.
He held a talisman brush in his hand, gazing at the talisman paper floating before him. He hesitated to write, as still and motionless as a sculpture.
Tai Yi stood respectfully on the altar, his breath not daring to come out.
"First, one must clear the mind and focus intently, allowing awareness to become crystal clear. With this clarity, all things in the universe will appear within your heart. When the spirit returns to its essence and the primordial divine energy manifests, then one can begin to write… Imagine a golden snake dancing across the paper, following your pen's every turn. Let your eyes trace celestial script, and your heart comprehend thunderous verses…"
Qin Sang's mind flashed with the painting-formula secrets from ancient texts.
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Suddenly, Qin Sang moved. The talisman brush heavily landed on the talisman paper, still as a virgin at rest, swift as a rabbit in motion.
There was a loud crack of thunder.
The surface of the talisman paper burst with blinding lightning, making it almost impossible to see the talisman and the brush.
At the same time, Qin Sang's true essence within his body surged like a raging river, vast and boundless, pouring into the talisman paper.
Yet it also contains a special kind of rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes unrestrained, and sometimes restrained.
Also, there were strange sights on the main altar, with lightning flashing across it.
Qin Sang had a deep understanding of this talisman. All he needed was the altar to help him focus his energy; he didn't need other auxiliary altars. He could do it with just the damaged main altar.
Qin Sang's footsteps moved with it, and the drawing of talismans also required corresponding step spells to cooperate.
Amidst the flashing lightning, countless thunder talismans erupted, taking shapes that scattered and converged like blooming flowers on the talisman paper, creating a dazzling spectacle.
This is true literary creation.
No, it's **thunder born from the written word**!
With a deafening roar.
Thunderous roars emanated from the talisman paper, not the initial crackling of thunder. The sound was deep and resonant, as if Qin Sang were using his brush to create a world of thunder on the talisman itself.
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Taiyi's eyes widened, fearing he might miss any detail, but still felt dizzy and lightheaded.
Here is the translation:
Most people are here to see a doctor, some have come to burn incense and pray to the gods, and some are just here for the excitement.
Just that morning, without any warning, Qin Sang and his disciples began their first day of consultations. From then on, Qingyang Guan officially entered its regular operation.
It was getting light very quickly.
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More and more villagers are going up the mountain.
Inside the Taoist temple, there was no room to stand. Villagers gathered outside, and those unaware thought there was a temple fair.
Inside the main hall.
The layout of the Qingyang Temple back then was very similar to that of the original Qingyang Temple.
Qin Sang set up a desk to his side of the offering table, Xiao Wu was pounding medicine nearby, and Yu Lang bustled about, attending to the villagers who came in one after another to see a doctor and burn incense.
Before Qin Sang, brushes, inks, paper, and inkstones were all ready. A new ledger was spread out, with only one entry for now.
“Deficiency of yin fluid, with excessive yang fire rising…”
Qin Sang's fingers rested on the patient's wrist, trying to appear as ordinary as possible.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.
“Chen Xiucai!”
“Mr. Chen and his wife have arrived!”
"I've met Mr. Chen!"
Qin Sang raised his head and saw four people walk into the main hall. Chen Xiucai came with his wife, followed by a book boy and a strong man.
The strong man carries two wooden boxes on his shoulders.
“At your service, Daoist Qingfeng. My name is Chen Zhenqing, and I am accompanied by my humble wife, Chen Liushi. We come to pay our respects.” Mr. Chen bowed respectfully and stated his purpose.
"Yesterday, my wife was treated by a fairy healer and recovered from her illness. She is deeply grateful and has come today to fulfill her vow."
A strong man was just about to open the box.
Qin Sang got up to stop him, "Incense and candles can be left behind, but as for other things, please take them back."
"This…"
Chen Xiucai was slightly surprised. He had heard the woodcutters say the same thing last night, and now it turned out to be true. He looked Qin Sang up and down, his expression serious, "Daochang is a noble and lofty person with the bearing of a celestial being. I was rude! However, it's true that you came to treat my illness, this kindness cannot be repaid. There are no valuable items in the box, so consider this as consultation fees, alright"
Qin Sang glanced at the nervous Yu Lang and smiled: "I'm afraid my disciple wouldn't dare to accept his master's things."
"What do you mean" Chen Xiucai was puzzled.
Qin Sang simply explained the reason and called Xiao Wu over, "I wonder if these two disciples of mine can catch your eye, Master"
Chen Xiuzhai was overjoyed upon hearing this, “I couldn’t have asked for more!”Lao chose his cave abode at the edge of the city, near a bald hill. The choice of this location was deliberate.This mountain is called Red Stone Mountain. Unlike other stone mountains, the stones on t...