The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 44 The Ancestor's Teaching Time
Xia News said, but he was a little embarrassed, "Let me draw a talisman?"

"Why, can't you?" Jiang Li raised his eyelids and looked at him, "You can't even draw symbols, can you?"

Xia Xin laughed dryly.

Jiang Li: "...Didn't the old Taoist teach you anything?"

"I teach, but I'm not talented..." Xia Xin touched the tip of his nose.

Will leave: ...

Also.

She was speechless for a moment, and said: "That's more to learn, go to confirm the situation, and then bring a pen."

Xia Xin didn't dare to disobey, and ran out with his tail between his legs.

Not long after, Xia Xin came back with a brand new set of brushes, sat down next to Jiang Li anxiously, and called softly, "Old, old ancestor, I'm back..."

"Then draw a talisman."

Li brought over a stack of empty yellow paper and put it in front of Xia Xin.

There were probably a hundred or ten sheets of that stack of yellow paper, and Xia Xin immediately grinned bitterly, "Old, old ancestor, this, this is too much..."

"How much is this?" Jiang Li dialed it with his hand, "It didn't take half an hour to finish the painting, how much more?"

Xia Xin: "..."

"Hey, so many talisman papers can be drawn in an hour?!" He widened his eyes, "Old, old ancestor, aren't you..."

He was just about to ask if Jiang Li was joking, when he suddenly noticed that there was already a stack of painted talismans on the other side of Jiang Li.

The cinnabar on top is still fresh.

It is conceivable that they were all drawn when he just left to get the brush.

How long has it been?

It's only about ten minutes...

"Old, old ancestor, this, these are all drawn by you?!" Xia Xin pointed at those talismans, opened his mouth so wide that his jaw was almost dislocated.

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows: "I didn't draw it, could it be you who drew it?"

"...You've drawn so many so fast?" Xia Xin twitched wildly.

While drawing, Jiang Li said: "This is considered slow. I just came out of retreat and haven't held a pen for a long time. The speed is a bit slow. Let's make do with it."

"This, this is called improvisation?!"

Xia Xin was dumbfounded.

I'm afraid the ancestors didn't know the speed at which people in the Taoist sect can draw talismans now!

"Old Ancestor, isn't it very particular about drawing talismans? You have to cleanse yourself, clean your hands and wear plain clothes... and drawing talismans consumes a lot of spiritual power. Even when my master was alive, he only drew three talismans a day at most..."

Xia Xin was a little confused.

Drawing symbols is not such a simple matter, there are too many requirements.

Moreover, the aura in the human body is not inexhaustible, so the number of talismans drawn in a day is limited.

Even if the old Taoist is around, with his cultivation base, he can only draw three pictures a day, which is barely enough.

No matter how strong the ancestor is, it would be difficult to draw ten pictures a day, right?
But, but he glanced at it, and there were already ten or twenty pictures that Li just drew casually.

She also said that it was the case of the slow...

Well, if it is fast, what will it look like?
"Is this how your master taught you?" Jiang Li heard the words, drew the talisman in his hand, put down the brush, frowned and said, "Didn't he misunderstand my disciple?"

Xia Xin: "...Ah? Difficult, isn't it like this?"

"Gorgeous."

Jiangli said disdainfully: "Generally speaking, drawing talismans pays attention to the flash of inspiration, the completion in one go, and the combination of spiritual energy and state of mind. As long as the inspiration flashes, even if you don't prepare anything, you can draw it without talisman paper and cinnabar. Light becomes a talisman."

"... But, but what we have always learned is like this..."

Xia Xin muttered softly.

Jiang Li glanced at him, "That's just useless work done by useless people. If the cultivation base is high enough, the state of mind is clear enough, and there is no tool anytime, anywhere, you can draw a talisman. The more you need so much external force, that's all."

(End of this chapter)