"Brother Wolf, have you ever heard of zombies learning Taoism?"
Feng Qingyang said this with a proud look on his face, and it seemed as if he had already learned it.
"Woo woo..." The white demon wolf whimpered, and it was not known whether it really understood. Its pair of wolf eyes clearly looked at Feng Qingyang with unlimited joy.
Feng Qingyang stretched and shook his arms. The feeling of being able to control his hands made him extremely happy. However, there were some defects. His hands could move, but his feet could not bend yet. They were still extremely stiff. His movements were still the same - jumping up and down.
A zombie and a wolf came out of the cave, and saw that the sky was already turning pale. Feng Qingyang knew that it was really time to have a good rest this time.
"Brother Wolf, how long have I been in seclusion this time?" Time does not count in cultivation, and this time during seclusion even I forgot the time. Fortunately, it was not in vain. Not only did my meridians recover, but I also comprehended the meaning of devouring. What's more surprising is that I activated my hands first.
Although his hands are still not very flexible, at least they are better than being stiff. Feng Qingyang thought, "You have to eat steamed buns one bite at a time and walk one step at a time."
The demon wolf whimpered, bit his finger and looked at the edge of the cave, only to see thirty deep scratches on it. It must be the number of days marked by the demon wolf.
"Has it been thirty days?" Feng Qingyang looked at the white demon wolf in surprise. Although he knew it was very smart, such intelligence still frightened him. How could this be a demon wolf? This was clearly a wolf with human intelligence!
After learning that he would be in seclusion for ten days, he silently calculated in his heart how long three years was. The valley outside was green and lush, and it must be spring.
"It's time to try to see if I can learn the 'Maoshan Talisman'." Feng Qingyang muttered to himself. He had always been thinking about the famous Maoshan talisman technique. One talisman could control the heaven and earth. What a majestic thing it was.
After returning to the cave with the white demon wolf, he picked up the booklet from the ground, placed it on a stone and began to study it carefully. Although he had read it last time, his hands were stiff and he could not study, so he did not take it seriously.
Now that the meridians in both hands have been opened, it is time to practice properly. He closed his eyes and recalled Leng Wuqing drawing talismans in the ancient tomb, and his blood surged.
Zombies know Taoist magic, even gods can’t stop them!
He read through each article carefully, and only when he knew that the sun was shining brightly outside the cave did he take a deep breath and close the book in his hand.
"So this is how the spells used in the cultivation world are made..."
The art of talismans is not particularly difficult to learn. The first point is that one must be a person from the world of cultivation, because the first condition is to inject magic power into the talisman paper. If a mortal is asked to learn it, he will not be able to learn it even if he can understand it.
The second point is to paint according to the picture in the "Maoshan Talisman". Although Feng Qingyang can't understand what those twisted symbols mean, as an archaeologist, he can definitely draw inferences from one example.
"Those symbols must resonate with the heaven and earth!" Feng Qingyang muttered to himself. He looked at the pile of talisman papers on the ground again, and he picked them up and put them aside.
"Have so many of them been broken? This is really disappointing!"
He seemed to be screaming in pain, but no matter how you look at him, you can find a smile on his face. It is very good to be able to learn this "Maoshan Talisman Book". Why bother about a few pieces of talisman paper? Not to mention that there are more advanced techniques of drawing talismans in the void later!
Thinking of this, he placed the talisman papers that were still in good condition on a waist-high step in the cave and pressed it down gently with a small stone.
"Oh, but now I don't have a pen or ink, so it's still useless!" Feng Qingyang was secretly anxious. It was really painful to see the food right in front of him but not being able to eat it.
He turned around and looked at the white demon wolf beside him, staring at it intently.
"Woo woo..." The white demon wolf seemed to sense something. It trembled all over as it looked at Feng Qingyang's shining eyes, and turned around and wanted to run away.
"stop!"
At the moment when the demon wolf wanted to escape, Feng Qingyang took the initiative and shouted loudly, which immediately frightened the white demon wolf. Looking at its watery and pitiful eyes, Feng Qingyang was secretly worried.
"Brother Wolf, why are you running? I'm not going to eat you. I just want you to do me a small favor. Can you help me catch a few rabbits in the valley?"
The demon wolf's eyes widened and its trembling body calmed down. Perhaps it understood Feng Qingyang's meaning, so it whined twice and ran out of the cave. Within half an incense stick of time, it came back with a strange beast in its mouth.
"Rat?" Feng Qingyang asked in surprise. He saw that the beast looked like a rat on Earth, but its body was countless times larger, almost as big as an adult cat.
The mouse was obviously not dead yet, its pair of small eyes were spinning around.
"Forget it, I'll just make do with it. Rat is also a yin element, so it's compatible with my horoscope."
So he quickly skinned it completely. The fine and firm mouse hair was just enough to make a crude brush, and the mouse's blood was poured into a stone trough nearby.
"Brush, blood, talisman paper, everything is ready!" Feng Qingyang shouted and threw the rat meat to the demon wolf beside him. However, the demon wolf arrogantly kicked the rat aside without even looking at it.
Looking at his actions, Feng Qingyang touched his nose in frustration and said, "This guy."
Concentrating and holding his breath to keep his energy and spirit at the peak, Feng Qingyang picked up the brush, dipped it in the rat's blood, and began to paint according to the simplest fire talisman in the "Maoshan Talisman".
He practiced the 'Tai Yin Sutra' and poured his magic power into the talisman paper. Each stroke seemed simple and disordered, but they were in line with the principles of heaven and earth. In just such a short moment, Feng Qingyang felt that several levels of his magic power had been consumed.
About half a quarter of an hour later, he put the brush aside, holding a piece of messy talisman paper in his hand and laughing non-stop. His expression looked as weird as it could be.
He looked around and finally locked his eyes on a corner of the cave. It was the poor mouse. He hesitated for a moment with the talisman paper, and finally threw it with one hand. While the talisman was still in the air, he whispered: "Ji Ji Ru Yi Ling!"
Then he pointed his finger at the talisman in the air and said, "Quick!"
As soon as the word "疾" came out, the yellow talisman paper suddenly shook slightly, and finally there was a bang and sparks started to burn, but they went out before they fell on the mouse.
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"Damn it!" Feng Qingyang had a dark line on his forehead. He looked at the white demon wolf beside him and saw a trace of contempt in its eyes.
"No, there must be something wrong with the talisman paper." Feng Qingyang argued cunningly. When he saw the contempt in the wolf's eyes becoming more obvious, he finally roared and picked up the pen to start painting again.
"I just don't believe it!"