Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 134 Fire Dragon Pan Sword Token

Jiang Yun's mantra was full of charm, and the last prayer was very refreshing.

The face of the boss of the Daoist Association in the live broadcast room was slightly better.

"Although this son's basic skills are poor, his singing skills are good. It's interesting!"

"Just like his master, Kong has a good talent, but doesn't practice well. Hey, it's really a waste of talent."

"Brother Ying Yan of Qingwei Sect, if Senior Chisong is still here, would you dare to say that?"

"Of course... I dare not, after all... Forget it, you can't mention that guy in public places like this."

Many water friends watched the conversation of the Taoist masters, and many of them felt that they had eaten a big melon, but they felt that they had not eaten anything.

Jiang Yun took out a red carbon pen, and after he recited a pen mantra, he used the pen to touch the eyes of the three gods.

This kind of unreasonable operation naturally drew a reprimand from the leaders of the Daoist Association.

The Patriarch of Sanqing is on top, using a carbon pen to dot the eyes, that is really disrespectful to the Patriarch!

[Wudang Chen Yunlong]: "Everyone, sincerity leads to spirit, and sincerity leads to spirit, what if my junior brother Jiang succeeds in finishing the eye?"

Jiang Yun put the clean water talisman in a small bowl, lit it with fire, and rushed into the clean water. When he reached this step, he finally encountered a difficulty.

According to common sense, cinnabar should be put in it to make the raw material for drawing symbols on the gossip mirror, but now the conditions are limited, so there is really no such thing!

"Old Yu, you owe a favor to Pindao, remember to pay me back." Jiang Yun finished.

He took out a small knife from his pocket, cut the index finger of his left hand, and squeezed more than ten drops of blood into the small bowl.

After the raw materials for drawing symbols are prepared, the next step is to draw the pattern of "Chibao Mirror Symbol" on the gossip mirror.

Jiang Yun rummaged through the items on the incense table, but he couldn't find where the Eight Diagrams mirror was. That thing is a must-have item for consecration, and it would be impossible without it.

He looked around in the crowd, but he didn't find Mr. Zhang Zhishun. Just as he was about to call to inquire, Mr. Zhang came back from the staff dormitory.

With a smile on his face, the old man held an old-fashioned mirror with a big red shell in his hand, and said, "Boy, the condition of this base is poor. I really can't find a gossip mirror. You can make do with this."

Jiang Yun is so stupid at this time, it's fine to use the red carbon pen to draw the talisman, after all, there is no way to do it, but using a mirror as a gossip mirror, this is a bit nonsense!
The patriarch must not admit it!

"Boy, you are still young, and there are some things you don't understand. This old man would like to emphasize to you that what we do is to focus on sincerity and spirit. Don't pay so much attention to form."

"Look at this mirror, how good is this mirror? It's shiny and shiny. It's not much better than the bronze gossip mirror that those old guys from the Daoist Association used to deceive people?" Zhang Zhishun said plausibly.

Jiang Yun nodded weakly. After all, Mr. Zhang has a high status and is well-informed, so he can do whatever he says.

The fellow Taoists in the live broadcast room were speechless at the same time. Although everyone wanted to refute, no one dared to speak out.

Today's practice is very difficult, if you want to practice successfully, you must take various elixirs.

And Zhang Zhishun, the peerless master of refining elixirs, is notoriously bad-tempered and fond of holding grudges.

Even the old men in power in the Dao Association, for the development of the Dao Association, for the future of the sect, and for their own descendants, they can't refute half a word at this time.

"Old Zhang is right, what he said is right!"

"Bah, Senior Brother Liu Yuan, you are the head of the Changchun Sect after all, why don't you understand such a simple truth as..."

"We are all brothers in the same sect, so don't hurt each other. I don't believe that kid can be consecrated successfully. Let's wait and see."

Jiang Yun looked at the old-fashioned red mirror with disgust, and shook his head helplessly.

Dip the red carbon pen into the mysterious liquid in the small bowl, draw the gossip diagram on the mirror, and then draw the "Imperial Mirror Talisman" in the middle.

Holding the mirror in his hands, Jiang Yun shouted: "The precious mirror is ordered to illuminate the light, and the sun, moon, and stars follow the arch."

"According to the clear sky, according to the spirit of the earth, according to everyone's longevity, according to the spiritual sense, open!"

The breeze blew around the incense table, and the misty dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a human-shaped gap appeared in the clouds.

The golden sunlight shone down, and Jiang Yun was overjoyed when he saw it. He used a gossip mirror to guide the sun's light on the statue of Sanqing.

"Gold, wood, water and fire are born from me, precious light shines thousands of miles away, evil spirits and ghosts destroy the void, I offer the Sanqing thorns to illuminate the sky, and the magic weapon is as urgent as a law!"

After the statue of Sanqing was consecrated, Jiang Yun directed the sunlight to a piece of Leizao wood the size of a cutting board enshrined on the incense table.

"The heavenly circle and the local gods are respected. Entering the spirit of the gods will lead to the gods. When the time is good and auspicious, when entering the gods, there will be disciples to extinguish the disaster. Order to enter! The gods are as urgent as the law."

After Jiang Yun finished, he put down the mirror in his hand and let out a long sigh.

Good guy, finally under the witness of the Patriarch of Sanqing, he consecrated Lei Zaomu.

The rest is simple, as long as you carve the Leizao wood into a fire dragon pan sword token, and then consecrate the token and you're done.

The Taoist priests of the Maoshan School will start working on the tokens when lightning strikes and thunders in thunderstorms.

But that's too troublesome, and it's suspected of feudal superstition, so Mr. Chimatsu has always sneered at that approach.

Master and apprentice follow, and so does Jiang Yun.

Such a wild way of consecration was successful, and the big bosses of the Daoist Association were dumbfounded.

Jiang Yun took the piece of lightning strike wood off the incense table, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's a coincidence that Pindao happens to be a good carpenter!"

"The Tianyan base has knives for carving wood, which can be regarded as a blessing for those graduate students."

Holding an axe, he split the large piece of lightning strike wood into more than a dozen wooden pieces the size of half a palm.
"The most important step in making the fire dragon pan sword token is to draw a picture. We have to draw a picture first. Although it can be used to carve one just by feeling, it will damage the reputation of Tianyuan Taoist temple."

Jiang Yun took a red carbon pen and drew on the small wooden block.

With just a few strokes, in just 1 minute, the pattern of the token of the fire dragon and pan sword appeared vividly on the board.

The fellow Taoists in the live broadcast room were stunned. Normally, to make consecration tokens, they would hire special carpenters to carve them. There are really few Taoist priests who dare to do it themselves.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were also stunned. It was the first time they discovered Jiang Yun's talent of drawing.

"Don't be shocked, Laymen. My master often consecrates magical artifacts. I have been stealing from him since I was a child. It is really not difficult." Jiang Yun put down the pen in his hand and said.

The mentality of the professional painters in the live broadcast room collapsed at that time.

"I have been drawing for eight years, and I would like to say that the sense of space of the token designed by the Taoist priest is definitely a master-level existence."

"The graduate students of the Central Academy of Fine Arts refused to accept it. I have learned the skills for more than ten years, but the Taoist priest actually learned it by stealing it, damn it!"

"Comparing people is deadly, comparing goods is throwing away, everyone relaxes, we will not compare with perverts."

Jiang Yun carved a Fire Dragon Panjian Token without a single effort.

He looked at the token, and suddenly wanted to try his Leifa to see if it would work.

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