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Everyone was speechless all the way back to the Holy Master's Mansion.
Zhang Yutang asked Abao to go out and buy countless pieces of fine jade. After several rounds of selection, these jade stones were selected to contain spiritual energy and placed in the yard where he lived.
Picking up a piece of emerald jade the size of a quail egg, he played with it for a while. Purple air lingered on his fingertips, and it was like a miraculous craftsmanship, carving Taoist symbols on the jade stone.
Each piece of jade is engraved with a Taoist talisman. Once the Taoist talisman is completed, a faint Taoist rhyme circulates on the jade.
"I need to carve more than nine thousand talismans to form the Great Returning Formation of Ten Thousand Talismen. However, to do so requires a large amount of jade, and it also needs to contain spiritual energy. There won't be too much jade like that, so why not use three hundred
Sixty pieces of jade are arranged into a medium-sized Wanfu Guiyuan formation."
"Once the Guiyuan Formation is completed, it will be able to slowly purify, absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and slowly transform the living environment. Over time, it will be able to change places and change qi, and seize the fortune of heaven and earth."
"It is more capable of forming real lethality. With a single thought, he has the unstoppable courage to slay evil spirits and demons. When ordinary soldiers and horses come in, they are like dumplings, killing as many as they come.
"
Pick up pieces of jade, each piece of jade is condensed with vitality and turned into Taoist talismans. The Taoist talismans on each piece of jade are different.
The brilliance in the courtyard was shining, the Taoist rhyme was rising, and his heart was moving with his thoughts. Zhang Yutang used the purple energy from the east that he had cultivated in the Yangyang chapter in his body to condense it into a talisman. Each talisman was filled with purple energy, just like the rising sun.
"Master!"
A Bao came over from outside with a very ugly face:
"Sir, there is a man outside who claims to be the painting saint boy. He wants to see you. Will you see him?"
Zhang Yutang had already heard that the painting saint wanted to compete with him in public. When he heard this, he just nodded lightly and did not stop what he was doing. He still drew the talisman:
"Of course I want to meet him, but I'm busy right now and don't have time to see him. I'll let him wait for now. When I'm done, I'll go see him naturally."
"Yes, sir."
After hearing this, A Bao's face lit up, and he happily retreated. When he came to the hall, he saw a boy in green clothes, holding a post in his hand, standing proudly. He glanced slightly, saw A Bao coming in, and said loudly:
"Where is your young master? Do you dare to accept my young master's post?"
"My young master is busy."
Abao came over, served tea, and said:
"I still have something to do, so you can wait here for now. When the young master is done with his work and has some time, he will naturally summon you."
The boy in green had a handsome face, red lips and white teeth. After hearing these words, he suddenly became angry:
"I am the personal servant of the Painting Saint, and I am here to post the message on behalf of my young master. Don't you people in the Saint Master's Mansion be so negligent? Don't you know the etiquette?"
"Valet boy?"
Abao glanced at it with disdain and snorted:
"I didn't expect that you hold multiple jobs, including a personal waiter. Seeing how beautiful you are, you must also work part-time and sing chrysanthemums every night."
"Besides your identity, what is the identity of my young master? You can see me just when you say so. I have given you great face by letting you wait. Don't be kicked out of the Holy Master's Mansion without knowing what is good or bad. Then
All my dignity and dignity have been completely lost."
"I endure it!"
The boy in Tsing Yi suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to keep his voice calm:
"You deliberately provoke me because you want me to leave in anger. Your young master has a false reputation and avoids fighting. It is true that he cannot live up to his reputation. If he doesn't have the ability, please take off the title of Holy Master.
So as not to bring shame to the scholars all over the world."
These words were already very serious, and Abao was extremely angry after hearing this:
"Did your young master ask you to say this, or did you say it yourself?"
"What difference does it make?"
The boy in Tsing Yi looked at Abao with disdain:
"Young Master and I are as close as one, so what if it's Young Master who says it?"
"You don't know how high the sky is, how dare you say such a thing."
Abao left with a puff of his sleeves:
"Don't eat carelessly, and don't speak carelessly. Once you say this, you will be in big trouble."
The boy in green looked at Abao who was leaving. He was the only one left alone in the empty hall. His face turned red from suppressing it and he said angrily:
"I'll have a good look at you tomorrow."
…
"Is someone waiting for you?"
Zhang Yutang methodically carved the jade in his hand, his fingertips were filled with light, and a piece of Taoist talisman flew out from Zhang Yutang's fingertips like a dragon swimming in the water.
On the jade stone, the purple energy is contained, the Taoist rhyme flows, and shines brightly.
Abao said:
"Yes, sir, the visitor is still waiting in the hall, but the man was very arrogant. When he spoke, he was so arrogant that he looked like I was the best in the world. A Bao was very angry when he saw it, and he wished he could slap it on his face.
Step on him hard and let him know how high the sky is and how high it is."
"Humility makes people progress, madness makes people perish."
Zhang Yutang sat firmly on the stone bench:
"I guess they won't give up until they achieve their goal this time. Anyway, I went to meet him and defeated him. I think those scholars who want to become famous through me will know the importance."
"good!"
After hearing that the young master was preparing to fight, A Bao was very excited:
"Tomorrow, the young master will give him a good beating and let him know that a saint master is a saint master after all, and a painting saint is a painting saint after all. The two cannot be compared."
"It's just a false name, why should you care."
Putting down the jade in his hand, Zhang Yutang stood up:
"Let Jiaorong come here, I have something to do."
"Yes, sir."
Abao stepped back and Xu Jiaorong soon came over:
"Sir, are you looking for me?"
"Um."
Zhang Yutang looked at the bright Xu Jiaorong and nodded slightly:
"The boy who painted the saint just now came to post the post. I will return the first half of the painting and ask him to take it back. You can help me polish the ink."
"Yes, sir."
Xu Jiaorong brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, placed them on the stone table, and polished them gently. Zhang Yutang stood aside, meditating intently, and the image of a dragon grasping five fingers with one head taking shape in his mind.
The five-clawed divine dragon looks up to the sky and roars, intimidating the world. Its entire body is golden, as if made of precious jade, cold and hard but full of luster.
This is the appearance of the divine dragon that Zhang Yutang saw from the sky above the Holy Master's Mansion. The word "Saint Master" is an inscription from the Emperor. The Emperor's dragon energy soared into the sky and condensed into a divine dragon that entrenched itself in the sky above the Holy Master's Mansion. It looked down at the eight wastelands and frightened all the demons and monsters.
, gods and goddesses.
After polishing the ink, Xu Jiaorong stood aside, looking at Zhang Yutang who was deep in thought, with a fascination in his eyes.
"good!"
With Jackie Chan in his heart and full of spirit, Zhang Yutang took up the pen and splashed ink, and a picture of a dragon soaring into the clouds appeared on the paper.
The lines are neither deliberate nor graceful, but they have the power of a divine dragon, majestic, proud, and inviolable.
It's just that when you look at it, you always feel that something is missing.
Put down the pen and said with a smile:
"Abao, please take this painting back to the book boy and ask him to tell the painting sage that we will meet him at noon tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
Po held the painting in both hands and did not dare to roll it up for fear of messing up the ink. He returned to the hall and handed it to the boy in green.
"Aren't you gentlemen going to see me? I am the painting saint's personal boy. If you treat me like this, you will regret it in the future."
Seeing that Zhang Yutang didn't show his face and only returned half of the picture, the boy in Tsing Yi was furious, took it, turned around and left.
In the past, whenever I went anywhere, as long as I mentioned the name of Painting Saint, even the rich and high-ranking officials would greet me warmly. Today, I actually encountered such a thing, which embarrassed myself and the young master.
This revenge must be avenged. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)