Xin Chen knew that he couldn't outstubborn his little junior brother, and although he was extremely unwilling, he still slowly took out a pen and a few sheets of white paper from his small bag.
"Although I major in swordsmanship, I still know some simple talisman techniques. Watch carefully, junior brother," Xin Chen squatted by the roadside, laying the white paper flat on the ground: "Crafting a talisman doesn't have that many rules; you just need to pour your thoughts and ideas into it."
In fact, after looking through some introductory texts, Gu Tao had come to understand these principles. For example, the Dao Ancestor that Xin Chen always talked about wasn't just one person but a group of them, like the bunch of Daoist boys of all sizes he had seen during the initiation ceremony. Here, everyone had something unique to themselves, a diverse and uncountable number of things.
