A seal of immortality

Chapter 5 The Art of Talismans
There are hundreds of basic runes recorded in the jade slips. Wang Changsheng first came into contact with talisman seals, and first chose a fire-attribute rune with the fewest strokes and the simplest one.

The night passed like that.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and his body remained motionless, as if he had entered a certain state of cultivation.

At this moment, a somewhat fuzzy cluster of red light appeared in his mind, which kept changing shape like a living thing, as if it wanted to turn into a certain word.

With the passage of time, the upper part of the red light group, after a series of changes, gradually turned into a strange symbol, while the lower part continued to change.

With a "bang", the red light ball suddenly trembled and burst open.

Wang Changsheng snorted, opened his eyes, sweated profusely, his chest heaved and heaved, and his face was indescribably pale.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to touch his nose, it was a little wet, and there was a bright red nosebleed.

Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng smiled wryly. It really wasn't that easy to comprehend these runes, but there was no turning back when he opened his bow. Since he chose to learn the art of making talismans, naturally he would not retreat when encountering some difficulties.

"Son, are you awake?" Just when Wang Changsheng was about to study the runes, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Father?" Hearing this voice, Wang Changsheng hurriedly wiped away the nosebleed, hid the talisman pen and other items, and then got out of bed and opened the door. What Wang Changsheng didn't notice was that a little blood touched the penholder of the talisman pen and quickly melted into it. The pen holder disappeared.

Opening the door, a middle-aged man in his 50s and 20s, wearing a blue Confucian shirt, with a bookish face, looked at Wang Changsheng lovingly. The middle-aged man was Wang Changsheng's father, the third-generation patriarch of Wang Family No. [-]— — Wang Mingyuan.

"Father, why are you here?" Seeing the middle-aged man, Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed a look of surprise. As the patriarch, his father was usually busy with important tasks, so he didn't have much time to come to him, but seeing his father, Wang Changsheng was still very excited. happy,
Since his cultivation stagnated, only his father and the servant who delivered meals were willing to come to his residence.

"Father is free today, come here to see if you are lazy," Wang Mingyuan smiled slightly, jokingly said, knowing a son is like a father, he naturally knows that his son will not slack off in cultivation, he was just joking.

"How could my child be lazy? Besides, I have a mother to urge me!" Speaking of his mother, Wang Changsheng's eyes were a little sad. Countless nights, he would dream of the woman in the painting and call her mother affectionately, but every time he would call her mother. It's just a dream.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Dad brought you something good this time," Wang Mingyuan said in a very mysterious manner after hearing this, but he quickly returned to normal.

"A good thing? It won't be a panacea again!" Wang Changsheng said indifferently. In the past few years, his father would buy some pills that break through the bottleneck for him to take from time to time, but it didn't help. Wang Changsheng was still stuck on the fourth level of Qi Refining. Over time, he has no interest in those panacea.
Not interested anymore.

"Of course not. This thing is much more precious than panacea. Look," Wang Mingyuan shook his head and said with a light smile. After finishing speaking, he flipped his right hand, and there was a crystal clear white jade pendant in his hand. A statue of Guanyin was engraved on the jade pendant.

"Is this a magic weapon?" Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, and asked curiously.

"Yes, this Avalokitesvara jade pendant is a rare auxiliary magic weapon. Wearing this magic weapon for cultivation can make the wearer's spirit cohesive and calm, which is helpful for cultivation. In addition, this jade pendant is also used Buddhist monks have opened the light,

It also has a certain restraint effect on low-level ghosts," Wang Mingyuan nodded and said word by word.

"Auxiliary Magical Artifact?" Hearing this, Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, but the next moment he turned into ecstasy. Speaking of which, as the young patriarch of the Wang family, he doesn't have a magic weapon yet!Although it was just an auxiliary magic weapon, it also made him extremely excited.

"Father, this magic weapon must have cost a lot of spirit stones!" Wang Changsheng didn't take the jade pendant immediately, and asked in doubt. Although Wang Changsheng didn't know how many spirit stones an ordinary magic weapon would cost, it wouldn't be cheap if he thought about it. Where to go, let alone an auxiliary magic weapon,

The current situation of the family is not good. If the father uses the spirit stones in the clan for himself, he will definitely attract criticism from the clan, and may even be dismissed as the patriarch.

"Father knows what you're worried about, don't worry! Daddy does things properly. Well, Daddy still has things to deal with. You can go back and practice!" Hearing the concern in his son's words, Wang Mingyuan nodded in satisfaction, and put the jade pendant on his head. It was stuffed into Wang Changsheng's hand, and after a few words of advice, he turned and left.

Looking at the back of his father leaving, Wang Changsheng took a deep breath, turned around and walked back into the house.

After closing the door, Wang Changsheng put the Avalokitesvara Jade on his body. Not to mention, once he put on the Avalokitesvara Jade Pendant, Wang Changsheng's mind quickly calmed down, and all distracting thoughts disappeared. He took out the jade slips again, and began to enlighten himself.

Two days passed, and during these two days, Wang Changsheng stayed behind closed doors, even put aside his cultivation, and devoted himself to comprehending the runes. Heaven paid off, and Wang Changsheng finally comprehended the first fire attribute rune.

Comprehending the runes is only the first step in making a talisman. To successfully make a talisman seal, one must carve the runes on the talisman paper and draw it into a talisman array. Only then can the production of a talisman be completed.

Every five-element spell has a corresponding rune array. The simplest fireball talisman can be formed with three or four runes, and some advanced runes even require hundreds of runes.

When carving talisman seals, even if there is a slight mistake, the talisman making may fail. To improve the accuracy of the talisman, it will take many years of practice.

Although Wang Changsheng bought five dozen blank talisman papers, he definitely couldn't afford such consumption. Therefore, after comprehending the first fire-attribute rune, Wang Changsheng first practiced drawing on ordinary white paper until he mastered the drawing method [-]%. Only then did he start trying on the blank talisman paper.

Since it was the first time making talisman seals, Wang Changsheng paid special attention to it. After bathing and changing, he sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.

An hour later, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes, sat down at the table, and started making talismans.

According to the talisman-making method recorded in the jade slips, he slowly injected the mana from his body into the pen holder through the right hand holding the pen, and then dipped some cinnabar on the tip of the pen, and drew the talisman on a piece of blank talisman paper. A fire attribute rune that has been comprehended.

An hour later, Wang Changsheng looked at the talisman papers scattered on the ground, his face was a bit ugly. He spent three dozen blank talisman papers, but he couldn't even draw a fire attribute rune. Either the spiritual power was uneven, or the runes were wrong. .

"Could it be that I really don't have the talent to be a talisman maker?" Wang Changsheng thought so, he couldn't help but sighed, and muttered to himself: "It seems that I need to practice more on ordinary white paper."

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and Wang Changsheng sat on the bed to practice without thinking about making talismans after dinner.

(End of this chapter)