Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 828 The end of science is theology, Monk Miller
"Research formation?"

Ning Fan reacted for a while and finally realized that this formation is his dragon-binding formation.

"How did he know?"

"It's not binding the dragon." Ban Liangjin suddenly realized something, and waved his hand: "He doesn't know about binding the dragon, he just packed a few books when he came here, and he found a Maoshan talisman here just now, now he understands There is still something about this formation, I want to learn."

Ning Fan was a little strange when he heard the words.

"Hasn't he seen anything like this before?"

"He said no."

Ban Liangjin shrugged, feeling very helpless: "Anyway, I'm inside now, and I don't want to leave without saying anything. I've been researching it all the time, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Row."

Ning Fan nodded and went to check the situation.

I only heard that the end of science is theology, but I didn't expect Miller to do the same thing now.

Pushing open the door, Miller sprawled on the ground. He didn't wear the original white robe. He changed into a Daoist robe directly, pinching it in his hands...or it would be more appropriate to hold a writing brush. The yellow paper on the ground was full of ghost symbols. He kept mumbling about something.

"Mr. Ning, you are back!"

Miller looked up and saw Ning Fan exclaiming in surprise.

"Look at my formation. It took me a long time to draw it before I succeeded!"

Ning Fan lowered his head, closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.

Miller probably didn't understand what was written on it at all. He drew a giant talisman with a dozen or so sheets of paper and placed it on the ground. His expression at this moment seemed to be asking for credit.

"Mr. Ning, I checked the book and found that this formation is called the Exorcism Formation, which can drive away all the evil around you. After I draw it, I feel hot all over. Is it because the evil spirits on my body are gone?"

Ning Fan glanced at him and shook his head.

"Maybe you are sweating. This is a Taoist robe only worn in winter. It is a bit hot."

"Is that so? Forget it! It doesn't matter, what about my formation?" Miller asked earnestly while holding the brush.

"Very...poor!"

Ning Fan hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to speak truthfully.

"Is it that bad?"

Miller hesitated for a few seconds, but suddenly smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, for reminding me. I will make corrections."

Speaking of starting to draw the spell again, there was no frustration of failure.

"Frustration? It's long gone."

Miller laughed a few times: "When I was doing the experiment, the first one or two hundred times was not considered a failure, it could only be considered an attempt, and five or six hundred times of failure was considered an introduction."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Fan called to stop.

"Wait, how did you come up with the idea to draw so many?"

"That's what it says in the book, you need to use ten feet of talisman paper to draw the talisman, but there is no one here, so you can only lay it on the ground and connect it."

"Let me see?"

Ning Fan was curious as to what kind of pirated book could write about drawing talismans on ten-foot talisman paper.

"Here it is." Miller handed over the book in his hand.

Ning Fan glanced at it, not knowing what to say.

The version that Miller read did not indicate the size, but only had a very bizarre unit of measurement, one stroke.

This unit can only be understood if one has not grown up in the context of Xia Guo since childhood.

Put it here, one zhang, Ning Fan really wants to die laughing.

On the sidelines, Miller was plausible.

"I see that the magic circles and some formations are also drawn underground, which are relatively large, so is it wrong to draw them like this?"

"I can't say that there is something wrong, I can only say that you created this talisman drawing method."

Ning Fan pointed to the sign and told him how to use a shovel.Miller froze.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and gestured twice.

"Is this a shovel?"

"Yes."

"So, this formation was drawn on this piece of yellow paper?"

"Yes."

"Then I just need to shrink it?"

"Yes."

Ning Fan explained patiently: "Then do you want to go back and study it?"

"No, wait, Mr. Ning, I understand, this time you must watch me draw this formation."

Miller stopped him and was about to start,
Ning Fan looked sideways at his movements and frowned.

He really didn't expect that someone would draw talismans like this now.

With a ruler and pencil in hand, Miller first made a draft, and then seriously began to outline the colors according to the traces drawn.

Black ink remained on the talisman paper, filling the outline.

Ning Fan was completely dumbfounded by this operation.

"Did you draw like this before?"

"Yes! I have already mastered the standard technique of using a ruler and compass to draw a formation, and the formation I have drawn now can reach [-]% similarity to the original formation."

"Where did you learn that?"

"Those magicians and astrologers draw magic circles like this."

Hearing this, Ning Fan couldn't recover.

Magic circle?Compasses?Ruler drawing?

Which priest can do such an unreliable thing?
But thinking about it, the person who can make Miller feel smart shouldn't need to be too strong, maybe he is a liar at all?

Ning Fan wasn't too entangled. This way of drawing talismans was incomprehensible, so he had to demonstrate it to him.

"See how I do it."

Ning Fan took the brush, sucked up enough ink, unfolded the talisman paper, and then the brush went away.

Soon, a talisman shape almost indistinguishable from that in the book was left on the talisman paper.

"Oh! My God! How did this happen?" Miller looked surprised.

Ning Fan originally wanted to say that it was a racial talent, but he still saved face: "It will be better if you practice more."

"It's amazing that you don't need to make a draft. Mr. Ning, can you repeat what you did just now?"

Miller still didn't believe it, and even took out his mobile phone to record.

"It cannot be seen by a third person."

Even though it was an ordinary and useless talisman, Ke Ning Fan still seriously emphasized.

The more this is the case, the more Miller takes it seriously.

"Understood!" Miller nodded like a chicken pecking rice, excitedly studying Ning Fan's movements in the video.

"This formation..."

"No, this is called a talisman."

Ning Fan couldn't stand Miller's lame and strange address, so he told him the correct name again.

The price is that he has been correcting the pronunciation for Miller for the next ten minutes.

"It's a talisman, not a prisoner."

"It's not a gourd either!"

"No, not Hoover, it has nothing to do with him."

Half an hour later, Ning Fan finally gave up on teaching Ma Dongmei but not Sun Honglei.

"Just treat this thing as a formation!"

"Okay, Mr. Ning, I have memorized the formation talisman! Let's draw the formation talisman!"

"I'm afraid not, you have to leave."

Ning Fan glanced at the time.

It was less than half an hour before the departure time of the last dark line leaving the country of stars and stripes.

"But I still want to study, what should I do? Mr. Ning, who should I contact after I arrive in Xiaguo?"

"Find……"

Ning Fan originally wanted to say that this is a Taoist thing, and he should find a Taoist temple.

But in the next second, the corner of his mouth suddenly turned up, thinking of a funny thing.

Find Dr. Shaffer in the live broadcast room: "There is a good research direction, do you want to try it?"

"What?" Dr. Schaffer replied in seconds.

"Isn't it time for chanting?" Ning Fan asked curiously.

Dr. Shaffer sent a picture.

The CD plays the Great Compassion Mantra, the computer screen is a PPT of Buddha statues that appear repeatedly, the mobile phone screen is an electronic wooden fish, the watch is a string of prayer beads, and there is a stylus in the hand that is tapping the wooden fish.

"The poor monk is researching whether electronic worship to the Buddha can obtain cyber merit. At present, this project is relatively novel."

"Is there any result?" Ning Fan was more curious than before.

"Not yet, mainly because there are too many advertisements, and the poor monk has no money to open a membership, so we can only wait."

Ning Fan was silent.

"Does Lifo's APP still have membership? Is the money considered incense or offering? Can the money for alms be recharged?"

Dr. Shaffer sighed leisurely: "It is counted as the income of the developer, and it cannot be alms, so there is no solution."

After finishing speaking, he didn't get entangled in the advertisement, and asked Ning Fan again why he was looking for him.

"There is a student who wants to learn about talismans—"

"Then you should go to the Taoist school. The poor monk is not good at things related to talisman formations."

Before Ning Fan finished speaking, Dr. Shaffer refused.

"But this student is a bit special."

"No matter how special it is, not even the true biography of the Zhang family of Tianshi Mansion."

"What about him?"

Ning Fan knew that talking was useless, so he pulled out Miller directly.

"He also...huh?" Dr. Shaffer's tone obviously changed, and after a few seconds of watching, his eyes fell, "The one on the shoulder is interesting!"

"He used technology to realize the function of the formation, and it was a formation he didn't know. Do you want to study this!"

"Think..." Dr. Shaffer blurted out, coughing twice before finishing speaking.

"Thinking about it, it seems to be possible. This kind of cross-cultural communication and communication between technology and metaphysics is also needed. The poor monk is willing to be the first in the world."

"Mr. Ning, what is he talking about?"

Miller couldn't understand Dr. Shaffer's words, so he turned to ask Ning Fan for help.

"He can teach you."

Ning Fan was concise and summed it up well, and then gave them their contact information and arranged for them to contact them by themselves.

Miller also no longer stayed in the Stars and Stripes, and wished he could go to the Xia Kingdom to learn how to draw talismans as soon as possible.

After telling Wang Duoyu and the others what happened, they all stood there dumbfounded.

"Is that all right?"

"How do monks teach talismans? Don't they only have sutra chanting and pujas?"

"You can't find another Taoist temple who cultivates both Buddhism and Taoism? Will it really become a novel by then?"

Listening to the more and more outrageous conversations, Ning Fan reminded them that Dr. Shafer is also a person who has enough research on metaphysics.

Only then did everyone remember Dr. Shaffer's performance in the live broadcast room before, suddenly realized, let out a long sigh, and stopped worrying.

"Master Ning, what shall we do now?"

Everyone has arranged to evacuate, and all the things they should get have been taken. It seems that they have no reason to stay in the Stars and Stripes.

Especially Ban Liangjin knew that Ning Fan's greatest purpose of coming here had been achieved, and he was also a little curious about his next actions.

"There are not many things left, just take them all back."

"Master Ning, you mean the beast head?" Wang Duoyu immediately realized.

Ning Fan nodded.

Originally, seven of the twelve animal heads have returned to China, but the whereabouts of the dragon heads, snake heads, chicken heads, dog heads, and sheep heads are unknown.

However, after Ning Fan started collecting overseas cultural relics, he has successfully collected the dragon head and the snake head, leaving only three.

All of them turned red and became excited.

Although the animal heads in Yuanmingyuan are not considered as precious cultural relics, they have a completely different meaning in Xia Kingdom.

Even in a sense, being able to recover the heads of the twelve beasts may be more exciting to the public than finding the Jade Seal of Chuanguo.

After all, one is a domestic matter, and the other is a history of humiliation.

"It should be possible to get it back. But I have to meet a few people."

"Who?"

"The other three major families." Ning Fan said in a deep voice.

The others were silent, frowning.

"Do you have to find them?"

"Things are in their hands, that's the only way to go."

Ning Fan handed them a piece of information: "Anne Adams sent the cultural relics as a gift, you can take a look at what is written inside."

Several people accepted the circular, and their complexions changed drastically.

"Is this a bureau set up by the four major families?"

Ning Fan nodded.

There is actually not much information on paper, and it can be summed up in one sentence.

The Twelve Beast Heads were hyped up by the four major families from the very beginning, using their patriotism to crazily raise the price of cultural relics of the Xia Kingdom, so that they could sell the cultural relics they had experimented with.

Auction houses, museums, and appraisers are all their people, and there is only one reason for choosing Xia Guo.

The history is long enough and the number of cultural relics is enough.

There is a sentence in their report that is specially marked.

The total number of cultural relics in other ancient civilizations in the world may not be as many as that of Xia Kingdom, and they have enough energy, so they are the most suitable props and goods.

"Then it seems that we can't let the price of cultural relics of Xia Kingdom drop?"

Wang Duoyu and the others were dumbfounded when they saw this plan.

"Master Ning, what should we do?"

Ning Fan remained silent.

From the perspective of collectors, the higher the value of the cultural relics of the Xia Kingdom, the higher the better, but they can be returned from abroad. The money is a net outflow, so naturally it cannot.

"Talk to them face to face."

"Together?" Wang Duoyu raised his eyebrows, a little flustered.

"No, break down one by one, contact first..." Ning Fan thought for a few seconds, and settled on the Roosevelt family.

"No problem! I'm familiar with this family."

Wang Duoyu stopped the errand and dialed the phone directly, and hung up after a few words: "It's done! We can go over at any time."

The others frowned.

"When did you have such a hard relationship?"

The power of the Roosevelt family in the Stars and Stripes is second only to the Adams family, and even surpassed it at certain times.

Getting into the Roosevelt family with just one phone call is not something ordinary people can do.

"Hey, this is my skill! Have you seen the Dongjunding? I got it back from the Roosevelt family."

Wang Duoyu shook his head, and patted his chest: "This time, I will get back the animal heads, and bring back ten or eight cultural relics."

"Be careful, they are setting a trap for you, trying to get Dong Jun Ding back."

After Ning Fan finished speaking, Wang Duoyu's expression froze, and he said uncertainly for a while, "Isn't it possible?"

"It's hard to say." Ning Fan smiled slightly: "Anyway, you really dug the trap, and the things were really taken away. If he thinks you tricked him, what if he wants to punish you now?"

Wang Duoyu frowned and looked at Ning Fan seriously with a serious expression.

"Master Ning, you have to save me!"

"I have worked hard for you and shed blood for you. You can't let your brother die without saving you!"

Ning Fan didn't expect Wang Duoyu to break his kung fu in such a second.

Nodding with a smile.

"Don't worry, it'll be alright."

(End of this chapter)