Chapter 828 The End of Science is Theology, Monk Miller

"Study the formation?"

Ning Fan reacted for a long time and finally realized that this formation was his dragon-binding formation.

"How did he know?"

"It's not a dragon-binding." Banliang Jin suddenly realized something and waved his hand: "He didn't know about the dragon-binding, but he just installed a few books when he came. He just found a Maoshan talisman here. Now he knows that there is still something about this formation and wants to learn it."

Ning Fan heard something strange.

"Have he never seen anything like that before?"

"He said no."

Banliangjin shrugged, and was helpless: "Anyway, people are inside now, and they don't want to leave, they keep studying, can you go and take a look?"

"OK."

Ning Fan nodded and went to check the situation.

I only heard that the end of science is theology, but I didn’t expect that Miller is the same now.

Pushing open the door, Miller lay on the ground, and his original white robe was gone. He changed his body and pinched it in his hands... or holding a brush is more appropriate. The yellow paper on the ground is covered with ghost painting talismans, and he keeps talking about something.

"Mr. Ning, you are back!"

Miller looked up and saw Ning Fan crying out in surprise.

"Look at how my formation is like? I drew it for a long time before I succeeded!"

Ning Fan lowered his head, closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.

Miller probably didn't understand what was written on it at all. He drew a huge talisman with more than a dozen pieces of paper and placed it on the ground. His expression at this moment seemed to be a reward for his contribution.

"Mr. Ning, I have checked the book. This formation is called the evil-extinguishing formation, which can drive away all the evils around me. After drawing it, I felt that my whole body was hot. Is it because there was no evil spirit on my body?"

Ning Fan looked at him and shook his head.

"Maybe you're sweating. This is a Taoist robe that you only wear in winter, and it's a bit hot."

"Is that true? Forget it! It doesn't matter, how is my formation?" Miller grabbed the brush and asked seriously.

“Very...bad!”

Ning Fan hesitated for a few seconds and decided to speak truthfully.

"Is that bad?"

Miller hesitated for a few seconds, but suddenly laughed.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, reminds me that I will correct it."

As he said that, he started drawing the talisman again, without any sense of frustration of failure.

"Are you setbacks? There's no longer anything."

Miller laughed a few times: "When I was doing the experiment, the first one or two hundred times were not considered a failure, it could only be considered a try, and failures were only considered a beginning."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Fan called to stop.

"Wait, how did you think of drawing so much?"

"Just read this in the book, you have to use one meter of talisman paper to draw the talisman, but there is no here, so you can only spread it on the ground and connect it."

"Let me see?"

Ning Fan was curious about what kind of pirated books could write about using ten feet of talisman paper to draw talismans.

"It's right here." Miller handed the booklet in his hand.

Ning Fan glanced at him and didn't know what to say.

The version Miller looked at did not indicate the size, but only had a very bizarre unit of measurement, one stroke.

This unit could only be understood if I had not grown up in the Xia Kingdom since I was a child.

Putting it here, Yizhang, Ning Fan really wants to die of laughter.

On the side, Miller was also rumored.

"I see that those magic arrays and some of them are also drawn underground, which are relatively large, so is it wrong to draw them like this?"

"You can't say that you are wrong, you can only say that you have created this method of drawing talismans."

Ning Fan pointed at the sign and told him how to use it. Miller was stunned.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and gestured twice.

"Is this a swipe?"

"Yes."

"So, is this formation drawn on this piece of yellow paper?"

"Yes."

"Then I just need to shrink?"

"Yes."

Ning Fan explained patiently: "Then do you want to go back and study it?"

"No, wait, Mr. Ning, I understand. This time you must see me drawing this formation."

Miller stopped him and was about to get started.

Ning Fan looked sideways, frowned as he looked at his movements.

He really didn't expect that someone would draw talismans like this now.

Miller held the ruler and pencil in his hand, first made a draft, and then began to outline the colors according to the drawn traces.

Black ink stays on the talisman paper, full of outlines.

Ning Fan was completely stunned by this operation.

"You also drew this way before?"

"Yes! I have mastered the standard technology of drawing formations using ruler meter. Now the drawn formations can reach 90% of the same similarity as the original array."

“Where did you learn this?”

"That magicians and astrologers draw magic circles in this way."

Hearing this, Ning Fan was a little overwhelmed.

Magic array? compass? ruler?

Which priests can do such unreliable things?

But thinking about it, Miller thinks that a clever person shouldn't need to be too strong. Maybe he's just a liar?

Ning Fan was not too entangled. This way of drawing talismans was incomprehensible by saying it, so he could only demonstrate it for him to see it.

“See how I do it.”

Ning Fan took the brush, sucked enough ink, and then spread the talisman paper and then turned the pen around.

Soon a talisman shape was left on the talisman paper that was almost indistinguishable from that in the book.

"Oh! My God! How did this do it?" Miller looked surprised.

Ning Fan originally wanted to say that this was a racial talent, but he still saved his face: "Just practice more."

"There is no need to draft. This is amazing. Mr. Ning, can you repeat the action just now?"

Miller still didn't believe it, and even took out his phone to prepare for the video.

"You can't see it for a third person."

Although it is an ordinary talisman that has no use, Ning Fan still emphasizes it seriously.

The more this happens, the more Miller pays attention to it.

"I understand!" Miller nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and excitedly studied Ning Fan's actions in the video.

"This formation..."

"No, this is called a talisman."

Ning Fan couldn't resist Miller's crappy and strange name and told him the correct name again.

The price is that I have been correcting the pronunciation for Miller for the next ten minutes.

"It's a talisman, not a prisoner."

"Not a gourd!"

"No, it's not Hoover, it has nothing to do with him."

Half an hour later, Ning Fan finally gave up on this teaching of opening up Ma Dongmei and Sun Honglei.

"Just think this thing is a formation!"

"Okay, Mr. Ning, I remember the formation talisman! Let's draw the formation talisman!"

"I'm afraid not, you have to leave."

Ning Fan took a look at the time.

It was less than half an hour before the last trip to leave the secret line of the Stars and Stripes.

"But I still want to study, what should I do? Mr. Ning, who should I look for after arriving in Xia Kingdom?"

"try to find……"

Ning Fan originally wanted to say that this is a Taoist thing, so he should find a Taoist temple.

But the next second, suddenly the corner of my mouth was raised and I thought of something fun.
To be continued...