Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 21

"Why don't you go out tomorrow and find out if anything happened in Fangshi recently."

Shen Lian thought in his heart.

The boss of the law enforcement team suddenly became more diligent. It was probably the old man from above who came.

The arrival of high-level monks often means that something is happening.

It's better to ask around to feel at ease.

There are so many things going on in Fangshi every day, and dead Taoist friends can circle around Fangshi several times.

Shen Lian just wanted to spend this year quietly.

Then, return to Chu State.

into the night.

Shen Lian was sitting cross-legged in the practice room practicing, when the door was knocked, interrupting his practice.

"Who?"

When he came to the door of the room, several talismans appeared in the palm of his sleeve.

"Brother, it's me."

After hearing the sound, Shen Lian confirmed the identity of the visitor. After turning off the formation, he opened the door with his other hand.

"Brother, you...you are really stable, and you are still running the formation at home."

Weng Xia stood at the door, looking at Shen Lian who opened the door.

"Brother Weng is a rare visitor."

Shen Lian was also a little surprised. Although he was familiar with Weng Xia, Weng Xia only visited once in the past two years.

I still knew that when he became a first-level high-grade Talisman Master, I came over to congratulate him.

Now, the night is dark.

What is an old man doing?
"Brother, I'm here to beg you to draw a talisman to dispel miasma."

Hearing the sound, Shen Lian put away the talisman in his robe and invited Weng Xia to come in and take a seat.

"Brother, it's not easy to get rid of the miasma. Just give me a message..."

Having said that, Shen Lian smiled awkwardly, and turned out his messenger talisman from the depth of the storage bag.

Fortunately, Weng Xia didn't care about this matter.

"I want a lot of them this time, preferably high-level miasma dispelling talismans."

Seeing Weng Xia's eager look, Shen Lian's heart moved.

"Brother, what happened? You are so anxious."

"That's right, I have a great-grandson who is an outer disciple of the sect. He suddenly came to Fangshi today. He took over the sect's mission and needs to enter the miasma-filled wilderness for a while."

"You also know how poisonous the miasma in the wilderness is. Once the miasma enters the body, it is very troublesome to get rid of it. It also delays cultivation. The most important thing is that it affects the foundation establishment, which is troublesome."

"It's my fault that I didn't expect that I sold all the miasma-dispelling talismans that my brother sold to me because of their excellent quality. Now my great-grandson has no talismans to use."

"It seems that my great-grandson has a chance to build a foundation. Congratulations to me."

Shen Lian observed his words and immediately flattered him.

Sure enough, a smile appeared on Weng Xia's face, which was beautiful.

"This kid is not bad. He is already at the eighth level of Qi training in his 50s. He is expected to hit the foundation building before he is 60 years old."

After saying that, Weng Xia's expression darkened again.

"The old man asked him about the mission, but this bastard didn't say anything, not even the length of the mission."

"The old man is afraid that the miasma will enter the body, hurting the lungs and delaying the subsequent impact on foundation building. The old man will have no chance in this life, so he is counting on this great-grandson."

"Brother, I happen to have a few high-grade miasma dispelling talismans left here. Give me a few more days and I'll draw a few more."

Shen Lian took out five miasma-dispelling charms.

He understands Weng Xia's thoughts, some parents are like this.

If you can't fly yourself, just lay an egg and let the next generation fly.

But if you accidentally lay a fool, you will have to lay eggs from generation to generation.

Ru Weng, who is in charge of things, has become a great-grandson, and finally has a good future.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you. I'll draw as many pictures as I can within three days. I'm going to find the anti-miasma pill for him."

Weng Xia casually took down a storage bag, turned around and left in a hurry before Shen Lian could refuse.

The door was closed again and the formation was opened.

Shen Lian opened the storage bag, which contained two bottles of high-grade spirit ink and two dozen top-grade talisman papers, worth 360 spirit stones, twice as expensive as his five miasma-dispelling talismans.

The effect of the first-order top-grade miasma-dispelling talisman has undergone a qualitative change.

It can disperse the miasma within a range of at least a hundred feet, and if there is no wind influence, it can even last for several days.

If you find a small and small cave, the effect will be more obvious, and it will not be a problem to extend it to ten days and a half.

Generally speaking, casual cultivators will only use a high-grade miasma-removing talisman when they find a great opportunity.

Judging by Weng Xia's appearance, with so much demand, his great-grandson's sect mission seems to be a long-term mission.

He and Weng Xia may have been coveting each other's body at first, but after two years of business, they had already developed a human touch.

Besides, he made the talismans for sale, and selling them to Weng Xia was no different from selling them to his great-grandson.

After practicing for a night and freshening up the next morning, Shen Lian was about to start drawing the talisman to dispel miasma when the door was knocked again.

"Dangdang..."

"Is Master Shen Fu at home?"

"My lord, Weng He, come to pay my respects."

Hearing the voice outside, Shen Lian was taken aback for a moment.

The great-grandson is here.

Why did the grandfather and grandson come in batches?

Listening to the movement outside the room, Shen Lian realized that Weng He was not alone, but three people.

Turning the formation down, he first activated a divine sense talisman, then opened the door with his left hand, hid his right hand in his sleeve, and pinched a few more talismans just in case.

"But Master Shen Fu is in person."

Weng He has a strong build and an upright appearance. He doesn't look as shrewd as Weng Xia.

"Exactly, I don't know how many..."

Weng He and the two people around him were all wearing blue robes and told Shen Lian that they were all outer disciples of the Bishui Sect.

"Master Shen Fu, don't panic, we're here to get rid of the Miasma Talisman."

Thinking of what his great-grandfather had said before, Master Shen Fu rarely came into contact with people and was very defensive, so Weng He first told him his purpose.

"The three please come in."

Two other disciples of the Bishui Sect followed Weng He, and Weng He was obviously in the lead.

"Master Shen Talisman, the miasma dispelling talismans you drew are rare and exquisite. We are here to customize a batch of high-grade miasma dispelling talismans."

"A batch?"

Shen Lian was a little surprised.

Miasma Removing Talisman is not a elixir, it has no other use except to remove miasma.

Is it possible to stay in a place of miasma?

A piece of Lingshi worth 30 yuan, are all disciples of the sect so rich?
"Yes, we will provide the materials for making talismans and give Master Shen Talisman additional compensation. We only need Master Shen to do his best to draw the miasma-repelling talisman for us during this period."

Shen Lian knew in his heart that there were tens of thousands of disciples of the Bishui Sect, and the number of Fu masters was unknown, and the three of them, Weng Xiahe, even came to him.

The only reason is that the anti-miasma talisman he drew has better effect and quality.

From the looks of it, the miasma dispelling talismans needed were not only large in quantity, but also needed to be supplied for a long time.

"I am only at the sixth level of qi training now. In addition to practicing every day, I can draw five high-grade miasma dispelling talismans. The success rate is about half, sometimes two and sometimes three."

Shen Lian did not refuse.

He found that he couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, Master Shen Fu."

"I'll get the first batch of talismans in three days."

Weng He simply patted his storage bag, and a pile of talisman-making materials fell on the table. He pointed at a monk next to him.

"Master Shen Fu is Yang Lin. If I don't come in the future, Yang Lin will pick up the talismans and deliver the materials."

"it is good."

Weng He and the other two came and left quickly.

After closing the door, Shen Lian looked at the materials left by Weng He.

From this transaction, it seems that he still made a profit.

It would be great if most Talisman masters could not lose money.

I believe many talisman masters would be happy to have someone pay them to make talismans, regardless of the success rate or not, and they can also improve their proficiency in making talismans.

Weng Xia, grandson and grandson didn't know that he had a 100% success rate in making talismans.

Not counting the reward for making the talisman, he was able to take away at least half of the materials directly.

Weng He left behind five bottles of spiritual ink, five talisman papers, a first-grade high-grade talisman pen, and 300 yuan of spiritual stones.

Counting what Weng Xia left last night, there are a total of materials worth 400 yuan of spirit stones, plus 300 yuan of spirit stone rewards.

I made a net profit of 300 yuan of spiritual stones and 700 yuan of spiritual stone materials.

Shen Lian felt quite good.

Make money, not shabby.

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(End of this chapter)