Chapter 108 How Sad Mist rose in the mountains and birds began to go out to look for food. The jackals, tigers and leopards stretched themselves and climbed out of their dens. They knew that many strong men had come nearby recently and they did not dare to howl as loudly as before. Wei Wenxin put down the talisman pen, thought about it, and took out a few boxes of talisman paper. "By the way, didn't you say earlier that you had run out of talisman paper? I still have a lot here. I'll give you a few boxes." This thing is placed in the owner's storage ring and is nourished by the owner's spiritual power all year round. It will not go bad even after hundreds of years. There is no problem in taking it out now. Qiu Tianlu was immersed in his previous thoughts, and then he witnessed the birth of this talisman pen with his own eyes. He took it and suddenly had an idea. He forced out a drop of his heart's blood on the spot and used it to refine it. Only when my mind and body became one with it did I begin to appreciate the magic of this talisman pen. "If runes are a language, then array patterns must be one too. It's just that array patterns are three-dimensional, while runes are two-dimensional. I connected the runes together through a reasonable spatial structure, and turned them into a stable array pattern." First, he elaborated on his main idea, and Wei Wenxin rubbed his hands excitedly: "I wonder if you know about the Tianyin Sect's contact station opening a message service? If talismans are a carrier of language, then so are magic weapons?"
Qiu Tianlu was confused and had trouble following her train of thought. He blinked and tilted his head. If he shaved his beard, it would be pleasing to the eye, but he looks really ugly like this. But Wei Wenxin didn't care about these details at all at the moment. Seeing that he didn't move, he explained his idea to him in detail: "I have engraved the standard runes of 103 common talismans in this talisman pen, which is equivalent to a message. When you activate one of the runes, it can pass the message to the talisman paper. Just like the monks working at the liaison station, one passes it to the next." Essentially speaking, talisman paper and talisman pen are both media for conveying messages. It is so reasonable that we can pass “messages” to each other! Qiu Tianlu was stunned. What a crazy idea! The last time he was so surprised was when the Qingshen Sect cultivated a tree whose branches bloomed different kinds of flowers and bore different kinds of fruits. He picked up the talisman pen with stiff limbs and inputted spiritual energy into it, feeling it was incredibly smooth. There was no time to marvel at how advanced Wei Wenxin's weapon-refining skills were. The talisman pen received the command and immediately flew above the talisman paper. The wind was strong in the mountains, but the talisman paper was stuck tightly on the long table. In the blink of an eye, a perfectly standard fireball symbol was drawn. If Wei Wenxin were to draw it herself, it would definitely not be so standard. But if she were asked to engrave the runes into a magic weapon and then have the magic weapon draw them, the results would be as standard as they could be. Every profession has its own specialties, that's generally the case. Qiu Tianlu stared at the fireball talisman. The talisman flew up and turned into a fireball as big as a washbasin. It fell into the ravine and immediately blew up a hole almost half a meter deep.
It takes less time and is effortless to draw, yet its power is greater than the best talismans drawn by hand. After all, this is not a work of art. It doesn't care how much emotion the monk put into drawing the rune, nor does it care whether it looks good or not. It only cares whether the rune is standard enough and close enough to the Tao! Qiu Tianlu couldn't control himself and started shaking. For a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, how shocked must his heart be to have such a behavior? Maybe he himself doesn't know. But he still controlled his emotions as quickly as possible, changed the talisman paper, and deliberately input a stream of uneven spiritual power into the talisman pen. Spiritual energy enters the talisman pen and automatically becomes evenly thick and thin. The talisman pen flew up again, and he carefully drew an extremely standard lightning-inducing talisman. This is an intermediate level talisman. Because of its overbearing properties and many ways of using it, it has always been the most sought-after talisman among cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage and even the Core Formation Stage. Whenever Qiu Tianlu was short of spirit stones, he could just draw a batch of these talismans and sell them to make his money back immediately. However, now, this symbol that was difficult to draw can be drawn easily. To be frank, with this talisman pen in hand, he could draw hundreds of paintings in one night while contemplating Taoism and multitasking. In the past, even if he concentrated fully, he could only draw no more than eighty pictures in one night. After all, he had to adjust his state to ensure the success rate of the talisman. But this talisman pen didn't care about that at all. The talismans of the Tianfu Sect's cultivators have always been sought after. Starting from the Qi Refining Stage, he has been learning from his senior brothers and sisters to draw talismans diligently every day and obtain sufficient resources for cultivation by selling talismans. Now Wei Wenxin has invented such a talisman pen. Even if the other party is not a talisman practitioner, as long as he is given a set of instructions, he can use the power of the magic weapon to perfectly draw the best quality talisman. From then on, the talismans of the Tianfu Sect are no longer the best on the market, and all the preferential treatments that consumers previously gave them will disappear. Their livelihoods have not been destroyed, but it is obvious that life has become difficult. Qiu Tianlu slammed the talisman pen on the table, his eyes red. He took several deep breaths before speaking in a hoarse voice. "I wanted to kill you, but I couldn't. This is really an extremely sad thing." The two were discussing Taoism and the atmosphere was good, but suddenly they started to fight to the death. Wei Wenxin was completely confused. "Is your brain swollen? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" Afraid that he didn't understand the benefits of his talisman pen, Wei Wenxin explained it carefully. "This talisman pen, no matter how unevenly you input spiritual power, will not draw crooked or waste it. It can draw faster and more accurately than you, with a success rate that is infinitely close to 100%. Even if you fall asleep, you can draw with your toes. The cost is reduced and the efficiency is improved. When I reduce the cost and make it into a magic tool, even a three-year-old child who has just drawn qi into the body can draw talismans painlessly! Even if it is only a low-level talisman, it is enough for them to use. It is a blessing to all living beings and has infinite merits! You are really too much for saying that!" Today is also the day when the eldest sister made a huge contribution to the progress of the world, and she will not allow any slander!
Wei Wenxin's eyes glowed with a burning light, and he spoke passionately of his fantasy: "When I advance to the God Transformation stage, I can also make an advanced version of the magic weapon, with all the Dao patterns imprinted inside. I can follow certain rules, constantly combine them randomly, and draw them down. I believe that new talismans will be born every day. Think about it, your predecessors in the past worked hard for thousands of years, but they might not be able to research even one..." "Ah! Stop talking!" Such a future is really terrible! Qiu Tianlu's eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was filled with the thought of killing her immediately. Even if you know you can't win, you must fight to the death and try! [If she died, these things would not appear...] Then he really took out his life-saving magic weapon, formed a formation and retreated quickly. If it was only the former, at most the livelihoods of the Tianfu Sect’s disciples would be affected. If the latter is discovered, it will shake the foundation of the Tianfu Sect! I'm afraid that the inheritance of the Tianfu Sect's Fu Dao will end in her hands! The so-called inheritance means that I have what others do not. Only if it has value can it continue to exist. If it continues to exist, it will naturally become a legacy. If everyone has it and it’s even better, then it’s not inheritance. But it's something that's everywhere. By then, blacksmiths, weavers, gardeners, and anyone with a lot of ideas in their heads would dare to put them into practice boldly when they get the talisman pen, and they would inevitably develop new talismans by accident. The predecessors of Tianfu Sect have worked hard for countless years, but they are not as good as others who are just dozing off and playing around. If the elders in the sect knew that he watched Wei Wenxin make this thing and did not stop it in time, they would definitely kill him. Otherwise, how would he explain to their ancestors? So this fight has to be fought regardless of whether we can win or not. You have to make a noise, show your attitude, and let everyone know! Back then, Wei Wenxin cultivated a new kind of enlightenment tea using the tea leaves he picked. The Wanfa Sect was like going crazy. When Qiu Tianlu went back to the sect to inquire about Wei Wenxin, he was very contemptuous when he heard about this, and felt that the Wanfa Sect was too petty. Now that it’s my turn, I suddenly feel the same way. This is not generous at all! Ah! Why let him encounter such a thing? Is it necessary to break through this transformation into a god? For an illusory opportunity, he had to follow closely. What did he see in the end? Wei Wenxin, this crazy woman! Do you never consider the consequences when doing things? Qiu Tianlu was crying as he was setting up the formation. Ever since he met this guy named Wei, his life has gone into hell. He feels so sorry for himself! (End of this chapter)
