Come to Qingyangfang located on the Sixth Ring Road.
Different from the construction site a few months ago, the houses here are now almost complete. Walking on the wide and flat bluestone road, there are no people living in tents.
No more sighs or sobs could be heard in my ears, as if everything had just passed.
After informing him of his name, Lu Zhong saw the thin man from before.
After explaining the situation to the other party in detail, he looked very surprised and looked in disbelief.
"How is it possible? Uncle Feng Yuan's character was well known in the sect before. It is impossible for him to leave any trace in the talisman-making book, which has caused fellow Taoists to be unable to master the jade talisman."
The man was very certain about this and believed in the character of his uncle.
If Uncle Feng Yuan had not fought to protect them, their group would not have been able to escape smoothly to Yanlingshanfang City under the fierce pursuit of Wuling Sect. I am afraid that everyone would have been driven out and killed.
"It's impossible, there must be something wrong somewhere..."
At this time, three more people walked in from outside.
Lu Zhong knew their origins. They were all talisman makers employed by the talisman shop.
The one walking in front was an old man holding a dove stick. His cultivation was already at the late stage of Qi Refining. The other two looked like middle-aged men. Their cultivation was similar to Lu Zhong's now. They were both at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining. look.
At this moment, all three of them had angry faces.
"How can you do this kind of business and sell fake talisman books to us?"
"I have been studying this talisman-making book for more than three months. I have drawn the talisman head and talisman in front of it many times, but every time it gets stuck at the foot of the talisman. Fellow Taoist Ling Kang, are you sure this book really has no question?"
"In my opinion, the problem lies in the foot of the talisman!" the old man with the dove stick said in a determined tone.
As a kind of secret talisman, the legs of the Qingyang Protective Secret Talisman naturally play a role in keeping secrets. If the talisman foot of the talisman making book is really wrong, it is indeed possible that the talisman painting will fail.
Lu Zhong also looked thoughtful when he heard what the three people said.
If you can't draw one or two paintings, it may be your own problem.
But now, the four people who bought the talisman-making books were all stuck at the foot of the talisman. If it said there was no problem, he would never believe it.
Ling Kang, who had a firm face at first, began to waver at this time.
Could it be that Master Feng Yuan is her?
No, it's impossible!
Thinking of this, he looked at Lu Zhong and the others, and said apologetically: "I'd like to trouble you all to wait here for a while. I know someone who can find out where the problem lies."
After a while, Ling Kang came back and brought back a middle-aged man with gray hair in a wheelchair.
"Senior Brother Feng, please take a look, they..." Before Ling Kang could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the white-haired middle-aged man.
"I have already sworn that I will never make talismans again until my death. Please find someone else."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned away.
Ling Kang had expected this. He first explained the ins and outs of the matter, and then said sadly: "Do you want Master Uncle Feng Yuan's reputation to be ruined in one day?"
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's body trembled.
After being silent for a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Choose one of you to come out and demonstrate. Follow the previous method of drawing symbols and let me see where the problem lies."
The four of them, Lu Zhong, looked at each other, and finally it was the old man with a dove stick who suggested that he come on his own.
Lu Zhong naturally had no objection to this.
People are afraid of being famous as pigs are afraid of being strong. He keeps a low profile as much as he can.
Then the old man with a dove stick took out a set of talisman-making tools and started drawing the secret talisman of Qingyang on the spot.
Lu Zhong watched carefully, wanting to learn something from it.
The old man with the dove stick draws the talismans very quickly. It seems that he must be an experienced talisman master for decades. His experience in making talismans is not ordinary. No matter how he writes, he can always land in the right place.
The head and foot of the talisman are completed in one go, and when the foot of the talisman is drawn...
At this time, the problem appeared again.
The jade talisman that was about to be completed suddenly burst out with a dazzling aura.
Needless to say, making the talisman failed again this time.
"Boom!" There was an explosion.
The bluestone road outside the door suffered a disaster, and a big hole was created by the out-of-control jade talisman.
Seeing this result, Ling Kang was shaken once again.
At this time, the middle-aged man who had been silent suddenly spoke.
"No need to demonstrate, the problem lies in spiritual power!"
After his reminder, not only Lu Zhong, but also the old man with a dove stick thought it was very possible.
The function of the talisman feet is to encrypt. If special spiritual power must be used to draw it, it is of course an absolute insurance.
"How to solve it... Is it possible to ask the four of us to modify the Qingyang Jade Mysterious Technique?" A middle-aged Talisman Maker's face suddenly became ugly.
Like Lu Zhong, he has invested a lot of time with Lingshi.
If this problem cannot be solved in the end, won't you lose everything?
The same goes for Lu Zhong, whose expression turns gloomy and clear.
He is currently practicing the Four Spirits Technique, which is of great benefit to him. If he switches to the Qingyang Yuxuan Technique just to draw the secret talisman, it can only be said that the gain outweighs the loss.
At this time, the old man with the dove stick made some move.
He took out a bright yellow stone, crushed some powder from it, and added it to the talisman ink he used before.
Then start painting on your own.
Lu Zhong took a look at the bright yellow stone and found that it looked somewhat similar to the Lieyang Stone.
Soon, the result of making the talisman came out.
Unexpectedly, it was finally painted by the old man with a dove stick!
"It seems like what I thought, you can use clever methods to simulate..." When the old man said this, he glanced at the people present and did not say any more.
The meaning was very clear, and he was obviously on guard against the four colleagues present.
For him who solved the problem of the talisman's feet, the Qingyang amulet required special spiritual power to draw. Now it is no longer a shortcoming, but has become an advantage that hinders competitors.
It is precisely for this reason that the old man Jiuzhang will not take the initiative to tell Lu Zhong and others how he prepared Fu Mo. This is considered a business secret.
Lu Zhong quickly understood this, and his expression couldn't help but change.
But when I thought that I had the gray mist space, my heart quickly settled down.
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Back at the bamboo forest courtyard, Lu Zhong put the fifty spiritual stones he had just received into his storage bag.
These spiritual stones were used as compensation to settle any discrepancies in the talisman book.
Turning over his hands, he took out a piece of Sun Stone and twisted it into powder with his hands.
Then he started retracing the scene and began to estimate how much Liyang stone powder the old man had just added to the talisman ink to simulate the pure Yang spiritual power of the Qingyang Sect technique.
Lu Zhong's head was so big when he saw it that he couldn't estimate the exact quantity of Lieyang Stone Powder, so he could only make a rough estimate.
"It would be nice if I could interact with items..."
If this was the case, he could directly get the amount of stone powder added by weighing the Sunstone when retracing the scene.
Helpless, Lu Zhong had to make a little trial and error.
