Ye Qin used to draw talismans all by himself. Although it contained energy, it was not much, and it could not be called a complete talisman technique.
But now that I have been inspired, I already have a general idea in my mind.
But now he is not in a hurry to practice, but hangs out in the Taoist Association.
There were many patterns of talismans and hanging paintings in the Taoist Association. They looked like dragons and phoenixes dancing with exquisite ink. Ye Qin released his mental power to sense it, and sure enough there was no energy fluctuation.
As he expected, these talismans were very ordinary.
"Since it is a talisman, it must have something to carry it. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the energy is, there will be nothing to rely on."
Paper is a tool used to write text, and it can also be used to support certain objects. There are no special requirements for such objects.
Just like Ye Qin's previous elixir refining, there was nothing particular about it at the beginning. Even a common large vat in rural areas could be used to refine it. The key was the medicinal materials inside and the existence of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The same principle applies to painting talismans nowadays. The paper is not important, what is important is what is poured into the talisman paper.
It's like no matter how good the props are, if they don't have real materials, they're nothing but gold and jade but nothing more.
"There should be a special place for painting talismans in the Taoist Association."
Ye Qin searched for a while and found a large number of blank yellow talismans in a room, as well as a lot of scrapped talisman paper on the table.
Some of them had ink spots accidentally spilled on them, and others had errors in the order of their strokes. They were scrapped for various reasons, and even a lot of them were discarded in the paper basket next to them.
There are also several books on painting talismans in the room.
Regardless of whether the talisman paper was drawn successfully or failed, there was no energy coming from it, but Ye Qin was looking at the shapes in it. Although he was quite sure now, there was no harm in taking a closer look.
He read almost everything about talismans in the Taoist Association until there was nothing left to observe.
This room is located in several courtyards at the back of the Taoist temple. It is still some distance away from where the Taoist priests rest, so it doesn't attract much attention.
Ye Qin planned to start drawing here. He calmed down and the hazy mist around him became thicker, spreading towards the surroundings with him as the center.
Unconsciously, the entire room was wrapped in a layer of mist, looking full of mystery.
The night was drooping, pressing the night sky very low, smearing a large area of thick ink. Only the moonlight emitted a vague light, illuminating the small world.
Silver gauze covers the antique buildings, painting the shadows of the moon. All courtyards are covered with a thin layer of gauze.
The Taoist priests all fell into a sweet dream, and no one could discover that there was a room in the Taoist Association, but it was surrounded by thick fog, and even the moonlight could not penetrate it.
Ye Qin calmed down, and the essence of the white bones gradually condensed and took shape. The small and exquisite Shangqing Guan stayed peacefully in the palm of his hand, and the gold characters on the sternum shone with a faint luster.
At this moment, Bai Gu was sitting cross-legged, with a few pieces of yellow paper spread on the ground. Everything could be said to be ready, or something like that.
But if someone accidentally broke in, they would definitely find the scene in front of them extremely weird. Not to mention the talisman on the ground, just the sight of such a big snake would be extremely surprising.
It has been recorded in previous books that the procedures and rituals for drawing talismans must not be simplified or reversed.
Generally speaking, when drawing talismans, an altar must be set up for worship. There is the so-called "general altar style". The total talismans in the total altar style are written with the gods that Taoist priests usually believe in - the three pure gods, the land, the city god, the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest. Emperor wait.
There are also those that do not have a "general altar" or build an altar, such as the "Inviting Immortal Ji method", etc. When inviting the Immortal Ji method, three plates of fruits, three cups of tea and three cups of wine are offered to the shrine in the main hall room.
In addition, before drawing the talisman, you must purify your mind, body, face, hands, and mouth.
Fruits, rice wine, incense, candles and other sacrifices must also be prepared. For these items, Taoist priests first use divine incantations to give them divine power.
Some people even have to choose a time. There are four days a year when you are not allowed to draw talismans. If you draw talismans during these four days, it will not only be ineffective, but also harmful.
All in all, it is very complicated and more troublesome than refining elixirs.
The two have one thing in common, that is, spiritual power runs through them, and it can be said that they have overall overall control.
Ye Qin has no limbs, so he covers the bones with his spiritual power and lets the bones draw the talismans, which is similar to alchemy.
The reason why the ancients set so many rules makes sense in some aspects, and there are traces to follow.
But it's mostly because they don't have aura, so they are subject to many restrictions. I hope they can increase their chances of success through other means.
If it was Ye Qin who drew the talisman, there would be no need to go to such trouble.
The Qi of heaven and earth is used as a guide, and with the blessing of spiritual power, plus the two golden characters containing power on the origin of the bones, it is enough to condense the energy in the talisman paper into shape, which can save many tedious steps.
However, he chose the time when he drew the talisman well. It happened to be late at night.
It is best to choose Zishi or Haishi when drawing talismans. It is said that this is the time when yang disappears and yin grows and yin and yang transfer. The spiritual energy is the heaviest. Coupled with the spiritual energy carried by oneself, it is enough to condense the power into a talisman.
Ye Qin concentrated his concentration, got rid of distracting thoughts in his mind, and released his spiritual power to cover the bones.
"Kacha - Kacha"
With the sound of friction between bones, the white bones quickly moved into action. The gold characters on the sternum released a unique look, and the gold thread began to flow through it.
It's just that everything is wrapped in thick fog, forming a natural protective barrier. It's impossible to see anything strange inside. From the outside, the room is still dim, and there doesn't seem to be anything abnormal.
In the room, dots of golden light spread and intertwined, surrounding Ye Qin and the bones, filled with supreme dignity.
The word "Dao" and the word "Qi" seem to be given life, swaying in circles of golden light, setting off ancient ripples, and the heavy historical atmosphere blows in the face.
Using his hand as a pen, White Bones was tainted with the energy of heaven and earth. He split two gold characters, and with horizontal and vertical strokes and other lines, various symbols could be combined at will.
Ye Qin felt as if he had entered an extremely mysterious state. When he thought, his bones also swayed, as if the two merged into one.
His spiritual power is filled with Bai Gu. It can be said that Bai Gu is another incarnation. Even without limbs, it cannot affect Ye Qin's behavior.
Although there have been many experiments before, this is the first time for Ye Qin to draw symbols seriously. He recalled what he had seen at the Taoist Association.
Ye Qin calmed down and began to control the bones to write on the yellow paper, splitting the golden strokes into symbols. He didn't know if it was because he was not used to the paper, but he only heard a "puff".
Looking at the big hole punctured by the bones on the yellow paper, Ye Qin felt helpless.
Forget that this is ordinary yellow paper, not when practicing on the ground. If you accidentally use too much force, the paper is fragile and can be easily punctured.
After Ye Qin adjusted his mental power, he wrote again.
I originally thought that there would be no problem this time, and I had just started writing, but due to the lack of speed, the cinnabar stayed on the yellow paper for too long, and penetrated the entire yellow paper, making it impossible to continue writing, and the paper was useless.
"It seems that not only the strength must be grasped well, but the speed is also important."
Since Ye Qin does not control it personally, but uses the bones as a medium, and the spiritual power flows through it, the requirements and standards for strength and speed are very high.
Talisman is not like alchemy. Alchemy requires patience and working slowly, but Talisman must be completed in one go. If there are any mistakes in the process, you have to start from the beginning.
If it's alchemy, you can also make remedies based on the heat and the state of the elixir, but it doesn't work here with the talisman technique.
Fortunately, its raw materials are relatively simple, just cinnabar talisman paper, which can withstand consumption. Otherwise, if it were replaced with medicinal materials, based on this failure rate, it would not be enough to consume it all over the mountains and plains.
Ye Qin also needs mental support to control the bones, but he can still withstand this loss.
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the second time
the third time
After countless failures, there were only two pieces of yellow paper left in the last pile. This time Ye Qin did not write easily, but thought carefully.
Ye Qin kept summarizing after the failure. He knew that drawing talismans was not an easy task. Strength, speed, and sensitivity to spiritual energy were all indispensable.
If it were so simple, wouldn't it be too counterintuitive? Even if he had extraordinary understanding, he wouldn't be able to reach the sky in one step.
I remember that when he was refining the elixir, he failed many times before he finally succeeded in refining a pot of elixir.
Thinking of this, Ye Qin's originally impetuous heart gradually became calmer. Such a small setback could not defeat him.
We have gone through such a difficult road in the past, so how can we be afraid of this small failure?
The green snake eyes returned to their original clarity, like a fine piece of transparent jade, seemingly unshakable by any external object.
Ye Qin took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his whole body's aura changed. The green color in the snake's eyes even overshadowed the original golden light.
My state of mind changed, as if I had an enlightenment, I figured out the secret, and the doubts that were blocking my eyes seemed to be blown away.
This time Ye Qin was confident.
"One stroke moves the world!"
The white bones were also affected, as if they had been infected by some kind of infection, and a thick and colorful stroke was written on the yellow paper. This was the strokes separated from the gold characters: One stroke!
All the spiritual energy in the air gathered here, as if attracted by something.
There was obviously no wind, but the other discarded yellow papers around them moved automatically, as if they were blown up by some inexplicable energy, floating in the air with constant sounds.
"Erbi Patriarch Sword!"
The word "Qi" and the word "Tao" seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons, and the golden threads surged faster, converging towards the bones of the fingers.
Countless golden light spots were scattered throughout the hazy mist, making the originally ordinary yellow paper seem a little extraordinary.
The force of the pen is so strong that it can almost penetrate the paper, but it maintains a delicate balance. It does not penetrate directly like before, and seems to be blocked by invisible forces.
"Three strokes of evil spirit go thousands of miles away!"
At this moment, Ye Qin has gradually entered a better state, and his eyes are calm. Now most of the talisman paper has been completed, which is composed of two golden characters.
The white bones use their hands as pens and the energy of heaven and earth as ink. The pens on the yellow paper appear to be chaotic, but in fact they contain inexplicable Taoist charm.
It looks like a character but not a character, and it seems like a symbol but not a symbol. The symbols and patterns in front of me are full of mystery, and it is difficult to understand the meaning.
The two words on the sternum kept flashing, and the golden light continued to spread around, wrapping the yellow paper, as if there were golden threads constantly swimming in it.
At the same time, a burst of purple light began to glow around Ye Baigu, and countless tiny sparks and arcs burst out, integrating into the talisman.
Golden light and purple thunder and lightning intertwined together, and the newly written handwriting seemed to have a flash of lightning.
Bones finished it in one go, or to be more precise, Ye Qin finished it in one go. While he was still in the state, he copied another piece of yellow paper in the same way.
The night outside the window is getting darker, everyone is sleeping soundly, the night is quiet, it seems that even the chirping of insects and birds has disappeared, as if they are worried about disturbing some kind of existence.
The hazy mist filled the entire room, and there was a faint golden light shining in it.
Ye Qin hovered in the room, his green body twisting and turning, complementing the golden threads emanating from the white bones next to him.
At this moment, he was staring at Bai Gu intently, while Bai Gu was staring at the yellow paper on the ground, splashing ink on it, and his movements were smooth like a normal person.
Ye Qin's mental power enveloped all the bones. After the previous training, he has gradually become better.
After drawing the first one, Ye Qin became more comfortable in drawing the second one. As the last stroke fell, all the golden lines gathered here.
The bones stop, the talisman is completed!
Ye Qin's eyes were shining, and the light in his pupils was like two sharp blades, falling on the two talismans.
The yellow talisman paper and the black writing formed by the Qi of Heaven and Earth seem to complement each other.
There was a faint golden light mixed with purple thunder and lightning between the lines, like a small snake, and then disappeared, completely submerged in the symbol handwriting.
In the process of writing, Ye Qin incorporated his own magical power of thunder and lightning, so this talisman should be a thunder talisman!
Let’s call it “Five Thunder Talismans!”
If the talisman is activated and used, the power of thunder and lightning released will be even worse than his magical power.
Because it not only contains the energy of heaven and earth, but also contains the power of two golden characters, coupled with Ye Qin's magical power and the blessing of many factors, the power within it can be imagined.
In the future, Ye Qin can draw more powerful talismans, and the techniques and effects will definitely be different. But now that it is his first practice and he is familiar with thunder and lightning, he chose to draw talismans containing thunder elements.
Among the several discarded talisman papers on the ground, these two talisman papers stand out. Upon closer inspection, these patterns and runes have an inexplicable power.
Ye Qin cleaned up the scene without leaving any traces. The remaining two Five Thunder Talismans were wrapped with spiritual power and held in his mouth.
Then he left the Taoist Association and went in another direction.
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At night, the solemn temple looks like an old monk in meditation. The stars hang high in the sky, quiet and peaceful. In the silent night, only the rhythm of cicadas can be heard, which is like the murmur of Buddha's words.
The moonlight shines on the ancient temple, outlining its unique beauty. All the monks have fallen asleep, and only the incense lingering in the Buddhist hall contains deep meaning.
Ye Qin sneaked in quietly, and he was already familiar with it the second time.
Since Ye Qin succeeded in meditating here last time, he has left an extraordinary aura, and due to various traces, it is considered to be the appearance of Buddha, leaving behind mysterious legends.
The Prajna Heart Sutra, which was mistakenly thought to be Zhidun's reading, was taken out separately by the monks and placed in a room for worship. It was even cleaned every day.
Ye Qin walked along the courtyard and quickly found this place.
The size of the room is not large, but for a sutra to be treated like this is enough to show that it has an extraordinary status among monks.
The scriptures were placed on the desk, and a small golden body of Buddha was placed in front of it, sitting cross-legged with a kind face, facing the scriptures, as if he was flipping through them.
There are also many fresh fruit tributes placed below. Among the curls of cigarettes, the text on the blue cover also has a somewhat vague charm.
Ye Qin placed the talisman in his mouth next to the scripture, intending to give it to the temple to end the fate and karma.
"I read your scripture and give you two thunder talismans to protect the safety of this temple. The cause and effect is over."
There was a hint of fish belly white in the sky. Ye Qin's five senses were sharp and he had already heard the sound of someone getting up.
After doing all this, he stopped staying and quickly sneaked out. After climbing out of the temple door, he heard the sound of chanting wooden fish coming from behind.
The monks have already started doing morning prayers.
As the sun rises, the morning glow casts on the temple, as if it is coated with a layer of Buddha's light.
Calmness returned to the room, and except for the two extra talismans on the scriptures, everything looked the same.
The cigarettes on the altar table have long since burned to ashes, and the expression of the golden Buddha statue is neither sad nor happy. No one can see the magic that has happened in this room.
Monks entered the room early in the morning, replacing cigarettes, candles and tributes.
The monk bowed devoutly to the Buddha and was about to put the cigarette on the incense burner when he saw a yellow shadow from the corner of his eye. He picked it up curiously and asked, "What is this?"
What caught the eye were two talismans.
The texture of the yellow paper is different. It doesn't look like the paper used to burn incense and worship Buddha in their temples. Instead, it looks like Taoist paper.
Moreover, the patterns and symbols on it are not like those in their Buddhism, but they are also obviously different from Taoism.
There are generally no talismans in temples, and even if they are, they are just amulets.
The key is who would place a talisman similar to the one in the Taoist temple here. Isn't this a joke?
The most shocking thing is that even the scriptures are open.
Ever since it was thought that this "Prajna Heart Sutra" had been read by Master Zhidun, everyone treated it with great respect, and no one except the abbot would touch it.
Could it be that someone opened the scriptures yesterday and drew this talisman?
The monk was in a daze holding the talisman, and the abbot's voice came from behind him, "Have the incense candles been lit?"
Only then did he come back to his senses and said quickly: "Amitabha, Abbot, look at this. I just found it next to the scripture. It seems to be a Taoist talisman."
The abbot's expression changed slightly, he took the talisman in his hand, looked at it several times, shook his head and said, "This pattern and symbols are not Taoist."
The monk was stunned for a moment and said strangely: "It's not Taoism? It's not from our place, so where did this talisman come from?"
The abbot couldn't answer this question. Who painted it, and it was still placed in such a conspicuous place in the "Prajna Heart Sutra".
"Could it be that someone was playing a prank?"
The abbot thought for a while and thought it was unlikely, and he wouldn't pick this place for pranks.
You must know that after what happened last time, everyone was convinced that the Buddha appeared, and even dedicated the "Prajna Heart Sutra" to the Buddha. The monks did not dare to offend the Buddha.
Even so, the abbot called all the monks together.
"Who painted this talisman?"
The monks looked at each other in confusion, but no one spoke. In their impression, none of the brothers knew how to draw talismans.
"Who else has been near this room before?"
The cleaning monk thought for a while and said, "Besides me, a few senior brothers came to pay homage yesterday, and there was no one behind me."
Except for rest time at night, the door to the room is always open, and people outside can clearly see what the people inside are doing.
Everyone rested in one place at night, and no one deliberately got up at night to play tricks.
Although the paper is ordinary, the writing on it is quite strange. The most important thing is that the symbols and patterns are also very special.
The abbot also had exchanges with other Taoist temples in his early years, so he also had some understanding of Taoist talismans. In his impression, this was very different from the common talismans.
After observing the talisman, a monk came up with an idea, "Amitabha, will Master Zhidun appear again?"
"The talisman paper appeared inexplicably next to the Prajna Heart Sutra, and none of us can draw talismans."
"Yes, look at the handwriting and patterns on it. I have never seen it before. Maybe it is really the handiwork of Master Dun?"
"Although it seems ordinary at first glance, upon closer inspection, I feel that the traces on it are extraordinary that humans can draw."
The monks whispered to each other, their eyes showing a bit of respect. The appearance of this talisman was inexplicable, which was really puzzling.
In the end, the abbot and the eminent monks unanimously decided that since the talisman appeared next to the "Prajna Heart Sutra", they would not move its position and worship it together.
White smoke curled up inside the incense burner, surrounding the talisman paper. It seemed that even the ordinary yellow paper became something extraordinary.
…
The blue sky is as clear as a wash, and the white clouds flow slowly, reflecting the winding mountains with undulating peaks. The peaks are submerged in the clouds and mist, and are surrounded by rivers. It can be said that the scenery is beautiful.
The breeze blows, and the river not far away is filled with ripples. The water is sparkling, and occasionally a few waves hit the shore, which adds a bit of vitality.
Walking along this road, there is an ancient village ahead, which is also the destination of Professor Song and others.
Professor Song stopped a passing villager and asked, "Hello, is this Dawang Village?"
The villager looked at the visitor curiously and said with a strong local accent, "Yes, are you here for tourism or something else?"
"We want to know about the story about carving a boat and finding a sword."
This is the birthplace of the allusion of carving a boat and seeking a sword, and the people at the research center plan to start from here.
At this point, Professor Song and the others have no choice but to use this method to peel off the cocoons and see if they can get any information related to the ancient bronze sword. After all, there are too few clues left.
The villagers seemed to have a strange look, "Carving a boat to ask for a sword? What's there to find out?"
After all, this story is familiar to them, and they are the place where it originated, so they are not unfamiliar with it and have long been accustomed to it.
But judging from the well-dressed appearance of Professor Song and his group, they must be intellectuals who don't know such a simple story.
Seemingly sensing the villagers' doubts, Professor Song explained: "We are from the Archaeological Center, and there is a cultural relic related to this story, so we need to inquire in more detail."
The villagers were even more puzzled when they heard it. They probably couldn't understand how historical relics could be related to carving boats and seeking swords, but they didn't ask any more questions and started explaining enthusiastically.
However, the version he mentioned is still the version that was widely known in the past, and is not what is said on the Internet. After all, the villagers do not often go online.
"Is there anything special about this?"
The villagers were a little confused, "A special statement?"
"For example, this sword was finally salvaged, who salvaged it, and where did it end up?"
The villagers smiled and said, "It's been so long, how could we possibly know."
After asking around, no one at the research center found anything. Although this place is the birthplace, it is too far apart in time to be able to study it at all.
"There are no useful clues here."
The people in the research center sighed and planned to go to the next destination.
There are many temples founded by Zhi Dun, but only a few have been passed down to this day, including Yuyao Zhishan Zen Temple, Xinchang Qiguang Temple, Xiaoling Temple, and Qiguang Temple.
People from the research center visited all the way and found that the first few temples were nothing special.
They also looked through the books left by Zhi Dun and the temple records, but there was no mention of Zhi Dun carrying the ancient bronze sword with him.
The people at the archaeological center looked tired from the exhaustion of traveling all the way and the lack of any gains.
Everyone has also changed from being full of energy before, to becoming like eggplants beaten by frost, without any energy.
"Professor Song, we only have Qiguang Temple left. If there are no clues here -"
Professor Song sighed quietly, "If there are no clues, then let's go back."
This journey took a lot of time and everyone was exhausted. On the way to Qiguang Temple, everyone was silent.
Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Professor Song couldn't help but look worried. Maybe their trip was destined to be fruitless.
There are only two known clues, one is the ancient bronze sword, and the second is Master Zhidun.
The first line has been broken, the second line has also faintly come to an end, and even the ancient bronze sword is missing.
Now there is only Qiguang Temple left that they have not visited yet, and they don't know if they will get any news here.
If it really doesn't work, they can only give up.
"Beep--Beep--"
While Professor Song was deep in thought, a piercing siren sounded outside the car window.
On both sides of the other road, I saw dozens of police cars passing by at lightning speed, and I didn't know what important thing had happened.
And this road happens to enter the Yunling territory from Wudu.
The sirens were blaring for no reason, and the police car was moving very quickly and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Why are there suddenly so many police cars? Could something have happened?"
When I came to Fog City before, I didn't hear any news.
Professor Song frowned slightly, "I'll call and ask."
The director of the local archaeological research center in Wudu is Professor Zhang, who visited Longyuan Village before. He is also a good friend of Professor Song. Although they are not in the same place, they have a good relationship. After all, the archaeological circle is so big. .
Later, Professor Song also learned the general story from his mouth.
"It turned out to be a group of criminals who seemed to be trying to sneak into a large mountain called 'Longyuan Mountain'. They were called to the police by nearby villagers. Now they are fleeing all the way, heading towards Yunling."
"Longyuan Mountain? I seem to have heard of it somewhere."
"As for that? Just sneaking into a mountain actually caused such a huge battle!"
Everyone talked about it for a while, but didn't take it to heart.
As the car continued to drive, it soon entered the Yunling area, and then traveled all the way, and then arrived at the location of Qiguang Temple.
After passing through the bustling reinforced concrete city, what comes into view are lush trees and rolling mountains.
A group of people got off the car. Under the sunlight, the ancient temple was coated with a faint golden light, like a silhouette floating on the floating clouds.
Among the curls of cigarettes, the floating sound of wooden fish chanting sutras adds a bit of solemnity and solemnity.
Among the temples founded by Zhidun, Qiguang Temple has the longest history and the most popular incense. Now it turns out that its reputation is well-deserved.
Upon learning that people from the Kyoto Archaeological Research Center had arrived, the abbot came out to greet them personally.
"Amitabha, hello to the donors."
Professor Song and others also clasped their hands together, and after being polite, they explained their purpose of coming.
"We previously found the skeleton of Master Zhidu in the ruins of an ancient temple. There was an ancient bronze sword beside him. We would like to ask if there are any relevant clues or records." (End of Chapter)
