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As Lin Fan brooded about missing a chance, he immediately remembered the talismans the original Lin Fan used to draw. However, they all didn't show the expected results. Thinking about this, Lin Fan mused, "Host, talismans are inscribed runes mixed with Qi and intent. Qi provides energy, and intent drives the energy." After listening to the system, Lin Fan's mood improved, and he immediately prepared the materials in the temple.

In the quiet study, Lin Fan was in a peak state to try drawing. Holding the brush, Lin Fan began to infuse it with Qi and visualized purifying filth. Just as Lin Fan was drawing, the yellow paper started crumbling and turned into ashes. Seeing this, he realized that he had input too much Qi.After finding another yellow paper, he slowly infused it with Qi and started to draw again. As he finished, the yellow paper began to glow with a golden light for a few seconds, and then the light disappeared.

With the first success as an example, he started to draw again and again throughout the day. By the time the materials ran out, he realized that the day had already ended, and the moon hung in the sky. Overwhelming fatigue washed over him, but with mighty willpower, Lin Fan forced himself to open his eyes. Packing his things, he left the study and went to bed.

The next day, Lin Fan woke up, washed himself, and offered prayers to the main deity Nezha and Patriarch Sanqing. Just as he finished, he sensed someone approaching the temple, prompting him to step outside to greet them. Fu Zedong, tired from the climb up the mountain to reach the temple, had been struggling with sleeplessness and lacked the energy for mountain climbing. As he reached the temple, the door opened, revealing a handsome, jade-skinned Taoist priest standing before him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, what brings you here, benefactor?" Lin Fan asked with a respectful tone.

"Isn't the term 'benefactor' more commonly used by Buddhist monks?" Fu Zedong questioned, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Well, many concepts and teachings in Buddhism have their roots in Taoism," Lin Fan explained, his voice carrying a touch of wisdom.

"Okay, today I want to worship and pray for blessings," Fu Zedong expressed his intentions.

"Alright, come with me," Lin Fan responded. After Fu Zedong entered the temple, he realized that inside and outside the temple felt like two different worlds. The air was remarkably fresh, and even taking a breath seemed to restore some physical strength. As Lin Fan handed him the incense, he advised, "The incense sticks should be of equal height, and you must be pious in your prayers. After all, sincerity is the essence."

Lin Fan activated his Heavenly Eye technique, honed through dedicated cultivation. The world around him shifted, and his perception expanded, granting him a glimpse into the hidden energies and fates. As Fu Zedong immersed himself in pious prayer, his heart brimming with hope, Lin Fan focused his gaze upon him. Through the lens of his Heavenly Eye, a subtle veil lifted, revealing the unseen threads of luck and fortune that weaved through Fu Zedong's life.

black with red are surrounding gray meaning a bloody calamity and yin qi hidden in the body. [Mission: Save Fu Zedong from female ghost. Time Limit: 72 hours. Reward: Tongtian fulu] the System's voice echoed in Lin Fan's mind. He was very excited Tongtian fulu was one of the eight magical skills from the world of under one person with the ability to draw talisman in the void.

"This benefactor, have you ever felt cold and seen unclean things sometimes in the midnight?" Lin Fan inquired, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes, how did you know?" Fu Zedong responded, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, don't worry. Here is a talisman that can solve the problem. It's only 100 yuan," Lin Fan explained, offering a solution.

"Taoist priest, are you trying to cheat me? In 2007, 100 yuan is a lot of money," Fu Zedong hesitated, expressing his reservations.

"Well, believe it or not," Lin Fan replied calmly, standing by his offer.

Hearing this, Fu Zedong felt torn. He didn't know whether to buy the talisman or not. As he contemplated, a realization dawned upon him. Ever since he had entered the temple, the cold and fatigue that plagued him had disappeared. Moreover, the little Taoist standing before him exuded an air of wisdom and genuine skill, resembling a true hermit.

Considering these observations, Fu Zedong's uncertainty began to wane. He saw a glimmer of truth in the Taoist's words and recognized the potential value of the talisman. Fu Zedong reached into his pocket and withdrew the money. "Alright, I will trust you. Here is the 100 yuan," he said, handing the payment to the Taoist priest.

Lin Fan accepted the money with a serene smile, reassured by Fu Zedong's decision. With practiced precision, he retrieved a small, yellow paper talisman from his belongings and passed it to Fu Zedong.

"This talisman carries the power to ward off evil," Lin Fan explained, his voice laced with sincerity.

Fu Zedong, now filled with a renewed sense of trust, carefully accepted the talisman, appreciating its delicate craftsmanship. He thanked Lin Fan for his guidance and promised to follow the instructions diligently.

With a final nod of farewell, Fu Zedong left the temple, clutching the talisman close to his heart. As he walked away, he couldn't help but feel a deep gratitude for the encounter with the enigmatic Taoist priest. He knew that his life had been touched by something extraordinary, and he carried a newfound hope that the talisman would bring him the peace and protection he sought. He eagerly looked forward to the nights ahead, knowing that the little talisman held the potential to ward off the unclean influences that had troubled him for far too long.

When night fell, Fu Zedong placed the talisman on his chest and settled down to sleep. However, he was abruptly awakened by a chilling presence. Opening his eyes, he found himself face to face with a terrifying female figure.

"Ha! Tonight, I will drain your vital energy and feast on your blood," the female ghost menacingly declared.

Hearing this, Fu Zedong was overcome with fear, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes, resigned to his impending fate, preparing himself for the inevitable.

But just as the female ghost approached him, a sudden burst of radiant golden light erupted, engulfing the room. The powerful light struck the ghost, purifying its malevolent essence.

"AAAAHHH!" the ghost shrieked in agony.

Feeling a burning sensation, Fu Zedong cautiously opened his eyes, only to find the female ghost reduced to ashes the talisman was also reduced to ashes. Relief flooded over him, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at having witnessed the presence of someone with genuine skills.