After Ding Ning said that, everyone around him looked at him like a fool.

This kid must have come from the mainland, and he dared to despise Master Zhan’s talisman paper. He really doesn’t know how high the world is!

An Youting kindly reminded him: "Ding Ning, this is Master Zhan. He has been in Hong Kong for decades, and he is famous for his ability."

"It's because you haven't seen any better. If he has tempered his level for a few more years, he might be qualified to grind ink for me."

As soon as these words were said, they were completely broken up.

Although Master Zhan really looked down on Ding Ning at the beginning, he had a status after all. Why are you so arrogant?

Master Zhan's face turned pale and said to Ding Ning in a deep voice: "Young man, do you know who you are talking to?"

"With a man who is in a well and watching the sky."

"Haha! OK! It turns out that Xiaoma suddenly thought the road was narrow, so he actually wanted to use me, Zhan Mingxiu as a stepping stone. OK, come on! If you write well, I will polish the ink for you!"

"I'm just thinking." Ding Ning said that, and actually walked behind the table.

Zhan Mingxiu gave Ding Ning a place, then said with a gloomy face: "But if you can't write it, then what if you think it is?"

"Come and see you!"

Ding Ning didn't say nonsense, and threw a harsh word there, shocking everyone around him who were still waiting to see him laugh at him.

This kid is not a lunatic, so he just comes to see him.

Zhan Mingxiu immediately put away his contempt and began to observe Ding Ning carefully.

Ding Ning is not very handsome and energetic, but no matter how he looks, he can't see what Ding Ning has.

Ancient martial artist? Not like.

A superpower? Don't want to.

As for the monk, Zhan Mingxiu never thought about it. He has only been practicing for so many years to attract energy. How old is Ding Ning? How could he surpass himself in cultivation?

Several people were waiting for Ding Ning's performance. Ding Ning was not polite, so he picked up the brush and was covered with ink. Then he said to Zhan Mingxiu: "You think about it. Before writing, I will teach you a lesson. Write a talisman. Don't stick to the rules. Although the writing method of talisman paper passed down from ancient times has its own truth, the most important thing in writing talismans is to infuse the essence into it. Write out the talisman meaning and cooperate with special techniques, the talisman paper will naturally be made."

Zhan Mingxiu suddenly felt a stern when he said this. He was right!

This is indeed the essence of writing talismans, but although many people understand this principle, Zhan Mingxiu does not think that talismans can be written in another way. Can things passed down from thousands of years be changed?

Ding Ning saw his suspicion and did not explain much. He used his pen to fly, and the pen energy was poured into the pen tip and did not release it. Even if Zhan Mingxiu was by his side, he could not feel the fluctuations in the vitality.

"Swish!" Ding Ning wrote a big word "Jing" on the yellow paper.

Jingke concentrates his mind. Mr. Meng from Binhai was cured of insomnia because of Ding Ning's jing character.

Now this kind of talisman paper is nothing to Ding Ning. Even among the crowd, it can be written at will, and it can be made at one time!

After writing, a faint golden light flashed on the talisman paper, which was very faint. People around them even thought they were dazzled and couldn't help but rub their eyes.

Zhan Mingxiu has been paying attention to whether Ding Ning's writing has fluctuations in vitality, but with his cultivation, he is far from Ding Ning. In addition, Ding Ning is the authentic inheritance of the God of Wealth, and he is just a low-level monk who has learned half a bottle of water, so of course he can't feel anything.

I just felt that Ding Ning's movements were very fast, and he almost didn't see clearly, so he finished it there.

After watching Ding Ning finish writing, Zhan Mingxiu picked up the talisman paper and the first thing he saw was that he wanted to laugh.

"Haha, this is also called talisman paper? I just wrote the word "jing". You think that writing the word "quiet" will make it quiet. Then if you write the word "money", wouldn't you have to do other jobs?"

The rich people around him also smiled slightly and shook their heads repeatedly. It seemed that this young man was just unreliable.

Ding Ning also laughed, but he was laughing at these people. He said, "It's not your fault if you say it. Now take out the two talisman papers and hand them over to the people present. Don't you know the advantages and disadvantages after comparing them? Why do you have to show off your verbal benefits here?"

"Okay, let's see."

Zhan Mingxiu handed two pieces of talisman paper to Mr. Huang behind him, but when the talisman paper made a move, he suddenly felt that Ding Ning's talisman paper seemed to be a bit tricky, but he just was just sarcastic and didn't pay much attention.

Mr. Huang took the talisman paper indifferently and said to Ding Ning: "How to judge?"

"You can feel that holding the talisman paper makes you feel more at ease, which one is the best."

"Is this still necessary? I'll hold this one with peace of mind."

Mr. Huang threw Ding Ning's talisman paper on the table and said with Zhan Mingxiu's talisman paper.

"Very good. I don't know if Mr. Huang can close his eyes. Then I hand over two pieces of talisman paper to your hands. You can feel it with your heart to show fairness."

Ding Ning naturally saw that the man surnamed Huang didn't pay any attention, so he came up with such a solution.

Mr. Huang was stunned for a moment, but he was not willing to help him, but he was still very confident that Ding Ning, a young boy, could not be compared with Master Zhan.

"Close your eyes and close your eyes, bring it."

Ding Ning took back Zhan Mingxiu's talisman paper, then put it together with his own talisman paper, and handed it to Mr. Huang with his eyes closed.

This time, Mr. Huang didn't know which one belonged to whom, so he had to feel it carefully.

Under his silent feeling, the two talisman papers on the left and right hands seemed to have some tricks, while the talisman papers on the left hand were slightly cold, which made people feel good.

As for the talisman paper in his right hand, he felt like he was bathed in the spring breeze. When he held the talisman paper, he felt like a person was in the spring field, with sunshine bright and spring coming, and a breeze blew, and he actually had the desire to bathe in the sun.

After a long time, Mr. Huang didn't make any noise.

Ding Ning couldn't help calling him: "Mr. Huang, you should make a judgment, everyone is waiting."

"Ah! Really, why bother me? I'm going to fall asleep. I'd still choose this piece of Master Zhan. This talisman paper is absolutely amazing. I'll ask for it for a lot of money!"

After saying that, Mr. Huang held Ding Ning's talisman paper in both hands, threw Zhan Mingxiu's talisman paper on the table, and then opened his eyes.

Everyone around looked at him with an extremely strange look, wondering if this old Huang was crazy.

Zhan Mingxiu's face was even more ugly. Ding Ning's move was enough to wipe out his face. Moreover, the person who swept his face was not someone else. But Mr. Huang, who had a close relationship with him, had nothing to say at this moment, neither himself nor Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang also saw that what he held in his hands as if he was holding a treasure was actually the talisman paper written by Ding Ning, not Mr. Huang's talisman paper.

"This...this is impossible."

He stared at the talisman paper blankly, unable to believe that it was true.

The ship king of Canada next to him couldn't help it at this time. He couldn't believe that a piece of talisman paper had such great effect, so he said to Mr. Huang: "Since it is impossible, let's take it out for everyone to see it. We also want to see it."

After saying that, he was going to get the talisman paper in Mr. Huang's hand. Unexpectedly, Mr. Huang seemed to be a rabbit with his tail stepped on. He jumped up and stuffed the talisman paper into his arms. He said stubbornly: "If you don't give it, don't give it. If there is a problem with this talisman paper, I will take it back and study it carefully. No one wants it."

"Boy, sell me your talisman paper. I'll pay a million."

Mr. Huang was a little reluctant, but people understood it at this time, that was that Ding Ning's talisman paper was indeed not simple.

Ding Ning waved his hand to Mr. Huang: "The talisman paper written here will be auctioned later. Please give me some appreciation to everyone. As for what you want to buy... First, spend a handling fee of 10 million, otherwise I won't sell it."

The people around were also anxious and almost robbed, so they took out the talisman paper hidden by Mr. Huang and passed it one by one.

Everyone who takes the talisman paper and feels it carefully can feel different situations. Mr. Huang feels the sunshine, An Youting feels the trickle of streams, Canadian ship king Edward feels the sound of waves, and the auction manager feels the sound of the piano.

In short, those foods that make them feel beautiful and can be meditated will appear the moment they pick up the talisman paper, making people reluctant to let go of it if they pick it up.

By the time the passage was completed and finally fell into Ding Ning's hands, more than ten minutes had passed.

Ding Ning did not hand over the talisman paper to Zhan Mingxiu again, but said to him: "Master Zhan, this talisman paper has been written. I wonder if you have anything else to write?"

Zhan Mingxiu was the first to hand over the talisman paper, but at this moment he was embarrassed to take it back and see it again. Looking at the eager gaze of the people around him when he looked at the "quiet" character, he also knew that he had lost without any suspense.

But he didn't think he was inferior to Ding Ning. He was a monk. How could he be inferior to a mortal?

Ding Ning must have a lot of experience writing this talisman. Right, when he comes in, he will write quiet characters and use his specialty to compete with him, so he lost.

Thinking that he had seen through Ding Ning's plan, Zhan Mingxiu said: "I rarely write this talisman paper, and I don't perform well today. If you can really write talismans, then you should not be limited to one. You should be comprehensive enough to be called a real talisman master. I still have one talisman. Do you dare to compete with me?"

Hearing that Zhan Mingxiu had already said the competition directly, Ding Ning was secretly happy, but said quietly on his face: "I won't ask you what talisman you want to write. Everyone present is judged. If you still lose this time, then what if you do?"

"I...I will polish ink for you!"

Zhan Mingxiu also took the initiative. This time he came prepared, so he didn't believe he could still lose.

"Please!" Ding Ning waved his hand and signaled Zhan Mingxiu to come first.

He doesn't care. When he reaches his level, it's basically okay to write ordinary talismans. As long as he masters a little talisman meaning, he can't surpass himself if Zhan Mingxiu becomes a flower.

Zhan Mingxiu seemed to be very confident, so he picked up his pen and started writing talismans.

Ding Ning glanced at it twice, his face also looked a little solemn. This time, Zhan Mingxiu actually wrote a fireball talisman!

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Hei Tu took a look at the monthly ticket. Today it was 23.55, and there were 122 votes in total, which was the twelve updates. I thought it was a foregone conclusion, but the leader of this book [Mei Yan Gong] was in full bloom at the last minute!

I won’t say that there is so much black soil, I will update the thirteenth! I vow to refresh my own record. Thank you for your kindness to the leader of Meiyan!
Chapter completed!