After dinner, he entered his room, closed the door, he didn't even light the lamp, relying on his ability to see things at night, so he cut paper and grinding ink in the dark, and then put the paper strips cut into one by one in front of him, lifted the pen, dipped it in ink, and continued to practice making talismans.

Rather than the complexity of casting spells, he felt that talisman making might be something he was more likely to accomplish.

After a day of practice in the temple and countless failures, he has gradually realized at this time, knowing that the more anxious and agitated his mood is, the more impossible it is to complete this matter.

At this time, it was already silent, and with the poverty of the inhabitants of Banzai Fang, there were not even lights in the huge square at this time—and in a short time, the mother and sister there had not moved at all, and they had obviously fallen asleep. As a result, the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

Zhou Ang knew that it was useless to be anxious, and the paper was already his own, and each one had to be bought with money, so he no longer was in a hurry, and every time he lifted the pen, he concentrated and calmed down, trying his best to experience the feeling of unity between mind and aura.

However, dozens of papers were written, but none of them succeeded.

He even wrote just "a chicken".

After more than half an hour passed, he put down his pen in despair, got up and paced around the room for a while, and when he went back to sit down, he couldn't help but think: "No, I shouldn't always practice a chicken, although this is simple, once I learn it, I can do everything, but I have limited time, I don't have time to do anything." I should have gotten straight to the point and tried to capture my fear of the youkai, maybe it would be easier to succeed. ”

So, I'm going to make the talisman I want from now on!

So, what kind of talisman to make?

It can't be too complicated, and it must have enough attack power, otherwise it is impossible to kill a fox demon!

But the two are naturally contradictory, and the powerful attack power of the talisman must need to mobilize more heaven and earth aura, so it will definitely be more complex and difficult to make!

After thinking about it for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up: Yes, I don't need to make offensive talismans, I only need to make defensive ...... Uh, that's not right either, think again!

Suddenly, his eyes lit up again.

He suddenly thought of a kung fu in Old Man Jin's martial arts, called "Returning the other way to the other"!

Although I don't know whether making this idea into a talisman is simple or complicated, as soon as I think of this sentence, a lot of pictures come out - what do you do to me, the aura of heaven and earth will help me go back! Your killing move will only hurt yourself! The more powerful the killing move, the more seriously you will be injured!

Good way!

When we meet again in three days, as long as I speak aggressively, let her know that I hate her to death now, presumably she will kill herself in a sudden when she is angry, right?

This is in line with what Uncle Shi said: "Demonic nature is more ferocious, and it is not human nature!

And the key is that this thing is in the martial arts of Mr. Jin, I have seen all the novels and TV, it is indeed logical and pictures, for myself, it has more feelings than that "fishing chicken"!

Thinking of it, Zhou Ang immediately took another cut note, calmed down his state of mind, meditated on the key points taught by his uncle, and tried to wrap his thoughts and aura together, poured into the tip of the pen, and fell on the paper - unfortunately, it failed again.

That's for sure.

If you fail a lot, you won't be afraid of failure.

Zhou Ang only felt that he had found the right way, so he was not discouraged and practiced again.

So I wrote dozens of scraps in one go.

The night was deep, and Zhou Ang was not sleepy, but he was a little tired.

Putting down the pen and looking at the pile that had been written and scrapped, he sighed, rubbed his face, and suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the blue cloth burden on the desk that had not yet been opened.

There was the paper and ink that I received from the Chen family today, and if nothing else, the ink should have broken.

It's a pity that I don't have the heart to copy the scriptures now.

Thinking of copying scriptures in his mind, his heart suddenly moved, and he instantly recalled the wonderful state he had inadvertently entered, and the speed of his rapid and accurate copying in that wonderful state—now he was close to being able to enter the state of "breathing with heaven and earth" anytime and anywhere, the two were extremely similar, but the latter was actually far superior to the unconscious state of the former.

Thinking of this, his mind suddenly became clear.

Breathing with heaven and earth?

Combine your mind with your aura, pour the nib of your pen into your pen, and put it on paper?

Mind is Reiki?

Yes! Yes!

The mind is the aura!

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

Grabbing the paper, taking a deep breath, lifting the pen, licking the ink, he instantly felt that he had found that state of unity of mind and tranquility - he didn't know what was going on with this state and how it came about, but he just found this state all at once.

My mind is Reiki!

Reiki is my heart!

I want to finish copying a sutra as soon as possible, complete, beautiful, and correct! The aura of heaven and earth will help me speed up and finish copying a sutra quickly!

Complete, beautiful, and unmistakable!

So I put pen to paper.

In the way of the other, give back to the other.

When I press this charm, what someone else has done to me, she will bear the consequences!

The pen falls, and the word becomes.

There was a faint stirring of aura in the air, and Zhou Ang, who was in a special state, saw very clearly that the colorful silk threads that were originally free in the air suddenly spontaneously gathered together, flying around the talisman he had just written, and then dispersed separately.

With a long breath and putting down the pen, Zhou Ang was infinitely surprised and carefully picked up the talisman again, blew it gently, and saw that the ink was dry, and he laughed silently.

It's done!

I actually learned!

But just this talisman is not enough, it is not safe!

It's just the first talisman you made yourself, and who knows how effective it will be!

So, let's think of a few more talismans to see how many can be made, and then, when I go to the temple tomorrow, I must seriously communicate with Uncle Zheng about the state I was in just now, and strive to make a breakthrough and master the skills of using spells in one fell swoop - Uncle Zheng said, although it is more difficult to cast spells, many of the basic principles of the two are still quite similar!

Hey!

Damn, is Lao Tzu really a genius?

No wonder Uncle Zheng said that since Master accepted me as the only disciple, then I will definitely succeed!

Master's eyes are really like torches!

Joyful and intoxicated for a while, he put the talisman aside with a relaxed demeanor, and then pulled a piece of paper, ready to conceive his second talisman, but before the idea burst out, suddenly, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong - although his "breathing hair" and "body refining method" cultivation time is still short, but after all, he already has some foundation, and at this moment, he happens to be in that wonderful state of mind and spirit, "breathing with heaven and earth", the changes in the surrounding environment, and the perception of his own situation, of course, are much more sensitive.

This kind of sensitivity is far beyond the sense of smell when he encountered the fox demon at Chen's house in the morning.

At this moment, at that moment, Zhou Ang instantly felt the approach of danger.

Subconsciously realized something in his heart, and his eyes suddenly glanced at the talisman in his hand.

At this moment, a soft and beautiful voice behind him whispered: "Lang Jun is really cheating on the slaves, where is the Dao person? Why didn't the slaves see it?"