"I know."
To the Daoist's surprise, Ye Qianfan skipped asking questions altogether. He took out the human-hair brush, dipped it in a little bloody water from the fingernail, then held his breath and focused!
He recited an incantation over the talisman paper...
"By decree of the True Lord of Responsive Succor, Immortal Elder of the Left Palace of Taiji, Inner Minister of Heaven's Secrets in the Thunder Mysteries Office: let the brush give birth to divine grace. Borrow the power—Painted Skin!"
The next instant.
The brush in Ye Qianfan's hand began moving rapidly!
The talisman he drew was precisely the one the Daoist had drawn on the paper pig before. Its head naturally bore the title respectfully inviting a certain True Lord to descend, its middle contained the request, and its tail ended with a decree!
Although the middle section differed slightly from the one used to give the pig a skin last time, it was largely the same. Only the details had changed.
At first...
When the Daoist saw how easily Ye Qianfan recited the incantation, he thought Ye Qianfan would ask him for help because he did not know how to draw a banknote.
After all, Ye Qianfan had only drawn a suckling pig, never a banknote.
But he had never imagined that Ye Qianfan was the sort of genius his master had described—someone who understood a hundred things once he grasped one. He had only drawn a roast suckling pig once, yet he had managed to revise the talisman's middle section through his own insight!
This...
Wasn't that a downright uncanny talent?!
Back in the day, his master had scolded him countless times and even forced him to draw countless talismans before he finally, barely managed to learn the Puppet-Painting Art.
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