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Chapter 205 I Want to Calculate When My Granddaughter Will Die
While Su Chen was thinking about how to conduct the experiment, Wang Haitao finally put down his pen and let out a breath.
"too difficult!"
He turned his head to look at Dong Rongjin, who was still continuing.
The two people have different styles of drawing talismans. Wang Haitao is cautious, while Dong Rongjin is casual and completes the work in one go.
This also caused Dong Rongjin's yellow paper scrap rate to rise sharply.
After wasting dozens of yellow papers again, Su Chen got up and went to Lao Zhong to get yellow paper and add cinnabar.
When he came back, Wang Haitao was already bragging.
"Master Zhang, I think drawing talismans still requires practice, right? Look, I successfully drew one in half a day, so it's still okay."
Zhang Qian said bluntly, "You were able to succeed because the yellow paper is of good quality, the cinnabar is also good, and you can use the power of the Willow Immortal within you. If it were any worse, you wouldn't be able to succeed without practicing for three or four months."
Wang Haitao snorted, "I'm not short of money either. I can just buy some good quality yellow paper and cinnabar. It's just that the Dao Power... Liu Xian's is indeed not something you can use too much. I'll also meditate and condense it. I don't believe I can be worse than him."
The "he" he mentioned naturally refers to Dong Rongjin.
At this moment, Dong Rongjin was concentrating on drawing talismans, but at the finishing stage, the brush broke and another one was ruined.
Wang Haitao curled his lips and said, "If you just copy the same thing without injecting any Dao power into it, it will be a waste of effort."
Zhang Qian snorted, "If you can't draw the talisman smoothly, you want to integrate the Dao power. How much Dao power can you squander?"
He didn't know whether he was protecting his new disciple or he was becoming more and more satisfied the more he looked at him, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"You disciples who go out to perform rituals still lack our spontaneity. Look, the Dao must be natural. If you continue to work on it bit by bit like that, how long will it take you to draw a good talisman?"
"Hey, Master Zhang, I don't agree with what you said. You don't care whether I polished it or drew it all at once, as long as it works."
"As the saying goes, a cat that catches mice is a good cat, no matter if it's black or white, right, Master Su?"
Su Chen shrugged: "Ahem, I, I read a book!"
It took almost another hour before Dong Rongjin finally finished drawing the talisman in one go.
Looking at the talisman paper, he happily handed it to Zhang Qian: "Master, come and see if my drawing is good."
"It looks good, not bad."
Zhang Qian was generous with his praise.
Dong Rongjin rubbed his wrist happily: "Drawing talismans is really not easy, but Master, according to what you said before, my talisman will not be effective, right?"
"Yeah, but it's not easy to finish the painting successfully in one go."
"Take time every day to continue practicing like this. One day, when your Dao power is condensed, these talismans will probably be practiced almost to the same degree, and you will be able to achieve some success in the art of talismans."
Dong Rongjin nodded heavily, and then his face froze.
Su Chen glanced at him and said, "Are you hungry? Let's go eat noodles together."
The four of them stood up and went to Lao Xu's noodle shop. Lao Liao looked left and right, then sneaked to the stall, picked up a brush and dipped it in cinnabar.
Aunt Li came over.
"Old Liao, you want to draw talismans too? Is that possible?"
"Why can't it be done? Isn't it worth looking at? It takes you forever to copy it. Ah Jin is really stupid. I won't..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he paused and looked at a large dot in the middle of the line. Lao Liao coughed lightly and said, "Do you think this dot matters?"
Aunt Li: "..."
She was also itching to try it, and seeing that no one came to her stall, she sat down too. However, she didn't dare to waste the yellow paper. Instead, she found a piece that Dong Rongjin had discarded, spread it out, and copied it bit by bit from the book with a brush.
It’s true, hands that can cut paper are very steady. Aunt Li drew half of the talisman smoothly. She felt that she would definitely succeed if she continued, so someone came forward.
"Um, can you tell fortunes here?"
Aunt Li's brush was ruined with just one stroke.
She looked up in annoyance.
He was an old man with gray hair, unfamiliar, not from this area, and certainly not one who came to Chunming Street often.
Lao Liao also turned around and looked at him for a few seconds: "Brother, what do you want to calculate?"
Aunt Li glanced at his drawing and her face darkened.
Several little red turtles appear vividly on the yellow paper.
The old man didn't answer, but glanced at them: "Who among you is the master?"
Aunt Li and Old Liao immediately stood up awkwardly.
Lao Liao pointed ahead and said, "Well, Xiao Su is eating noodles. I'll call him. You...you sit here first..."
Su Chen had finished his noodles by now and was sitting in the noodle shop, chatting with Zhang Qian about how to condense Taoist power.
People themselves have energy, and using exercises can condense a small part of it into Taoist power.
A person's basic spiritual power is limited and difficult to increase.
Their Tianshi Mansion has a set of skills. After fortune-telling and gaining merit, the Taoist power will naturally grow. However, according to Zhang Qian, his skills condense the Taoist power, and its growth rate is very slow.
At this time, Zhang Qian explained his method of refining to Su Chen, and while speaking, he gestured to Dong Rongjin to listen carefully.
Seeing Lao Liao rushing in, he was stunned.
"Xiao Su, hurry up, business is coming, someone wants to tell fortunes."
Su Chen smiled at Zhang Qian, stood up and went out with Lao Liao. When they reached the stall, they saw the white-haired old man.
"Are you the Master?"
The old man looked at Su Chen carefully.
"Brother, don't look down on our Xiao Su's young age, he is very capable."
As Lao Liao spoke, he caught a glimpse of the turtle he had drawn. He coughed lightly, secretly reached out, quickly pulled out the yellow paper and crumpled it into a ball.
"Old man, what do you want to calculate?"
Su Chen cleaned up the table, put Beibei back in the bowl, and smiled at the old man.
Seeing this, Lao Liao quickly went to the hardware store to get a broom and dustpan, swept up all the waste paper, and happily put it aside.
The old man hesitated and asked in a low voice, "I want to calculate when my granddaughter will die."
Old Liao's eyes widened and he looked at the old man in disbelief.
This old guy... he favors boys over girls, but he can't curse his granddaughter to die early, right?
Such a cruel heart.
Su Chen looked normal.
"We usually don't count the date of death."
"Unless you have a valid reason, old man."
The old man laughed dryly, rubbing his hands constantly, and finally spoke after a long time: "I, I am sick, and I won't live long."
Old Liao felt guilty.
Then he frowned again: "You won't live long, so you can't expect your granddaughter to die early."
"People can't be so selfish."
"She's not that old, she still has a long time to live~"
"She..." the old man sighed, "She's stupid. She just laughs all day long. Now she's 18 and pretty. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that when I die, she will be... Then, living will be more painful than death."
Old Liao was stunned.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked cautiously, "Brother, then you don't have...other relatives?"
The old man smiled bitterly: "How can I trust others? Her cousin used to treat her like that..."
Old Liao fell silent.
He scratched his head, wanting to persuade him but not knowing how, so he could only look at Su Chen for help.
The old man continued, "I just want to calculate whether my granddaughter will die soon. If she does, I'll just give her a bag of rat poison and we'll go together."
Old Liao asked hurriedly, "What if you want to die slowly?"
"Master, please calculate whether my life is hard. If it is hard... I'd better go buy some rat poison. If it's not hard, I can go with peace of mind."