Coherent.

Meng Fan drew not thousands, but hundreds.

It has been proven many times in actual combat that the effect is very good.

Nowadays, the skill of drawing symbols has reached an impeccable level, the materials are also superb, and the time is also in place.

Naturally, the effect goes without saying.

Uncle Nine half-jokingly said that he also wanted one.

And Meng Fan didn't hesitate, he immediately picked up the talisman pen and drew one for his uncle.

As for the remaining blank talisman, Meng Fan thought about it for a while and decided to challenge himself.

Samadhi True Fire Talisman!

At the beginning, in the ghost hunting training camp, after the night fight coffin essence, Master Zhong Fabai gave him and his junior brother Jin Maiji a talisman for self-defense.

For an orthodox Taoist person, seeing the talisman, knowing its structure, and guessing its function is a basic skill.

Now, with enough mana and full of energy, he has entered the Taoist book early and has been recognized by heaven and earth, and the success rate should not be low.

Moreover, Meng Fan had a strong premonition:

It can be done!

So, he chose to believe in spiritual awareness.

The Samadhi True Fire Talisman given by the master has been observed many times in the past, and Meng Fan is familiar with the structure by heart, and he wields it with his pen.

The mystery of the mystery, the existence of the air, and the absence of the image in the middle.

Uncle Nine raised his eyebrows.

Insiders look at the doorway, halfway through the talisman, he knows that this Samadhi True Fire Talisman has been completed.

Although Qiusheng and the others couldn't understand it, they all felt that their mouths were dry, and the sun at noon in early summer seemed to be blazing for two minutes out of thin air.

"Done."

The tone seems to be flat, but it still can't hide the strong joy in it, and it is of great significance to succeed this time!

It means that Meng Fan can learn Maoshan Intermediate Spells and come into contact with Intermediate Talismans.

What I said before, the anti-ghost spell, the revenant curse, the heavenly thunder break, and the fire cloud spell are too strange for ordinary people, but the samadhi true fire is different.

It is true that it is not as exaggerated as the myth of Journey to the West, but it is not a place that ordinary people can do.

Especially for zombies, ghosts and other evil demons, it has a great restraint effect.

The evil spirit and ghost fog touched it, and the smoke disappeared.

The body of a ghost or god touches it, and it cannot be reborn.

"Xiao Fan, if it weren't for the end of the Dharma era, if you pushed forward another eight hundred years, you might be able to become a generation of Heavenly Masters."

Uncle Nine's tone was full of regret.

The end of the law?

How can there be a ban on the Hong Kong Island world.

However, there are more and more ghosts there, and the aura of heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know how far it will develop.

Frankly speaking, for those who can cross, the so-called end of the law era, the ban of heaven and earth, in fact, does not exist, steady and steady, sharpen themselves in the harsh environment, gradually expect a stronger world, and seek opportunities for breakthroughs......

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Ah Wei had lunch here and left, saying that he was going to patrol the streets to protect the order, and by the way, he would go to his cousin's house for a cup of tea and come back later.

Wencai was habitually lazy and took a nap.

Qiusheng originally wanted to learn Taoism, but he didn't give it to him, so he had no choice but to give up, take the Taoist scripture given by Uncle Jiu, and go to his aunt's rouge gouache shop to help.

"I'm afraid this kid encountered something unclean last night."

In the film and television drama, Uncle Nine was too busy, and the matter of being raised by Master Ren's corpse and the corpse poisoning in Wencai affected his heart, and Qiusheng was always not in Yizhuang, so he didn't have the heart to pay attention to his state at all.

It's different now.

It's very idle.

Immediately saw that there was something wrong with Qiusheng, thanks to the fact that this product had not been taken away by the female ghost, otherwise, Uncle Nine was afraid that the three corpse gods who were not angry would jump violently, and smoke would grow in the seven orifices.

"Uncle don't worry, I will secretly follow Senior Brother Qiusheng tonight, keep him safe, and solve the culprit." Meng Fan made a guarantee.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine was instantly relieved.

After experiencing Master Ren, he was extremely satisfied with Meng Fan, his nephew.

does not lose the vigor of young people, has many ideas, and is steady, not to mention skills.

I guessed conservatively before, I'm afraid that in another year or two, Xiu Wei will be able to catch up with himself!

It's just that Uncle Nine always feels that he has been troublesome to the juniors, and he can't help it.

And Meng Fan's words dispelled this thought and showed a pleased smile.

Qiusheng and Wencai always said that once they, the master, laughed, it meant that they were extremely angry, and Meng Fan now broke this statement.

"I really envy Senior Brother Chizuru."

Uncle Nine said bluntly, and then, with his hands behind his back, he walked towards the room, ready to take a nap.

Evening.

Ah Wei came to Yizhuang again, held three watermelons in his hand, and beckoned the big guy to eat.

There is one thing to say, not sweet.

After all, the varieties have not been improved, and Renjia Town is located in the south......

But the kindness is very strong.

The soldiers are in chaos, the transportation is not convenient, and this thing is very expensive.

Eat people with a soft mouth and take people with short hands.

If Ah Wei can persist every day, not do bad things, and show sincerity to Uncle Jiu, it will be difficult for him to enter the Tao or not, in Meng Fan's opinion, his master has reached the realm of being educated and classless.

Night.

Cicadas chirp.

"Master, brother, I'm leaving."

Qiusheng wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, rode his beloved plus-bar bicycle, pedaled fast, hummed a little song in his mouth, and looked very comfortable.

"Becoming an Immortal"

Who says two legs can't run on wheels?

Meng Fan was light-handed, his body was like a civet cat, beating on the eaves of each house, without causing any vibration, and even in order to conceal it, he also used illusion to hide his whereabouts.

The seven-star copper coin sword, the aged peach wood sword, the canopy ruler that is always carried with you, and the Maoshan evil jade pendant and a number of yellow talismans hanging around the neck.

To be honest, apart from the frontier royal zombie, Meng Fan couldn't find any other valuable opponents for the time being, so that he could experience the feeling of wandering on the verge of death and let himself be full of firepower.

Soon.

Autumn began to circle in place.

An eerie, cold and evil wind blew through the streets.

Meng Fan paused, squatted behind an eaves to investigate, and did not see Dong Xiaoyu, the main owner, appear, but the ghost fog was definitely from his hand.

"What's going on...... The journey home today, it feels so long......"

Qiusheng kept pedaling and continued to circle around the surrounding streets.

As for the safety issue, Meng Fan is not worried, but he doesn't take action, after all, if there are any harmful means, it will also make the Liujia evil talisman activate itself to protect the master.

Such a cherished, well-made talisman with such exquisite materials, even if the Ghost King attacked, it could block a blow and buy Meng Fan time to rescue.

Moreover, Dong Xiaoyu only covets his junior brother's body, and does not seek money and kill.

It's also strange to say, whether it is the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China, the atmosphere tends to be conservative, could it be that this Dong Xiaoyu was a person in the Qinglou during his lifetime?

The junior brother just put a stick of incense on her and sighed: It's a pity to die at a young age.

Is this greedy?

"What's the matter, riding home is more tiring than climbing a mountain."

Qiusheng vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

At this time, a woman in white appeared on the street corner.