Chapter 22: Consecration of the Mouth God

Talisman making room.

Shen Lian began to draw talismans. After all, the profit was a bit big this time.

If you have to be a conscientious person, you can only cheat half of your money at most.

Don’t believe it, only the grandsons and grandsons of Wengxia still have to say thank you...

It's good to draw the talismans steadily and quietly accumulate enlightenment points and spiritual enlightenment points.

He doesn't need to rely on picking up opportunities to gain opportunities.

Three days later, Weng He came to the door and took away seven miasma-dispelling talismans.

Next, Shen Lian drew the miasma-dispelling talisman as usual every day, and then immersed himself in cultivation for the rest.

Sometimes, I would go to the shopping streets to buy some poisons, magic weapons, elixirs, etc., and also inquire about the news in the city.

Just as he thought, the Bishui Sect sent an elder to Chaofang City.

The hard work of the law enforcement team is inseparable from the arrival of this elder.

As for the reason for the arrival of the elder of the Bishui Sect, it is not something that the city can find out clearly.

Ten days later.

At night.

Yang Lin, who was wrapped up tightly, knocked on Shen Lian's door.

"Master Shen Fu, I'm here to get the talisman."

After entering the room, Yang Lin felt the spiritual energy and exhaled a long breath of black energy, with a trace of black energy lingering on his face.

"Ahem..."

Like Shen Lian, he is at the sixth level of Qi training.

Seeing the black lines on his face, Shen Lian let him go to his training room.

"I still have one unfinished miasma talisman. It will take half an hour."

"Thank you Master Shen Fu." Yang Lin understood Shen Lian's gesture and walked into the training room with his fists in his hands.

Shen Lian also really started to draw the miasma-dispelling talisman.

Within half an hour, Yang Lin stood at the door of the Talisman Making Room, his face looking much better than before.

"Ahem..."

Seeing Shen Lian stop writing the talisman, Yang Lin said, "Thanks to Master Shen's miasma-dispelling talisman this time, our brothers were able to escape from the miasma tide."

"The Miasma-Removing Talisman and Miasma-Removing Pill are only auxiliary. You still need to stay away from the miasma."

Shen Lian arranged the talisman pens and spiritual ink and spoke casually.

"There is no other way. I have to follow the mission of the master. There is too much miasma outside, so I can only fight it."

Yang Lin replied casually.

"However, more senior brothers will come from the sect in the future. Then they will be able to take turns to work and remove the miasma from the body."

Shen Lian didn't ask any more questions and placed the twenty-three miasma dispelling talismans in Yang Lin's hands.

"Thank you."

Yang Lin didn't stay long and left quickly under the cover of night.

Shen Lian closed the door.

"Miasma Tide."

There are many miasmas in the wilderness, and with the mountains and valleys, these miasmas usually stay in a certain area.

But at the beginning, middle, and end of the month, the miasma in some areas will be triggered, forming a large-scale miasma frenzy.

Because of the specific time, everyone in the city calls it the miasma tide.

There are three places where miasma tides form around Yunmengfang City.

As for why Shen Lian was so clear, in order to accept the mission, he spent a lot of time studying the environment in the peripheral areas of Fang City.

The place where the miasma tide appeared was the first place he eliminated.

These three places are friendly cooperative units jointly built with Difu Listing.

What are the disciples of the Blue Water Sect going to the Miasma Tide Land for nothing? Don't they think their lungs are shrinking fast enough?

No wonder Weng Xia came to the door. Others didn't know it, but Weng Xia knew clearly that in the face of the miasma tide, his talismans were more effective than other talisman masters.

"I hope nothing big happens and delays my departure from Fangshi."

Shen Lian murmured.

The Bishui Sect sent a large number of disciples to arrive, and they must have discovered something in the wilderness.

Even if there were some dragon liver and phoenix marrow appearing in the wilderness, he would not be surprised. He just wanted to have a stable home.

…

Soon, a month passed, and Yang Lin came to pick up the talisman twice more.

Shen Lian did not trick them too much, so he bought more than half of the materials and maintained his success rate of making talismans at about 50%.

In the training room, Shen Lian sat cross-legged and practiced.

At first, he said that there was a spiritual energy tide appearing here next to the formation, but he had not encountered it even once in the past two years.

The night is deep.

The door was knocked again.

Weng Xia's grandfather and grandson came to visit again.

"Brother, thanks to your miasma-removing talisman, I appreciate it."

Weng Xia smiled and spoke.

"Master Shen Fu." Weng He clasped his fists.

Weng He didn't care about the title of great-grandfather. Sometimes the seniority of immortal cultivators was very different.

"It seems that fellow Taoist mission has been successfully completed."

Shen Lian didn't care about seniority and called Weng He directly "fellow Taoist."

"The mountains and valleys are filled with miasma everywhere, and there are miasma tides. Traveling through the miasma for days on end, even a foundation construction overhaul cannot bear it."

After a conversation, Weng He told the purpose of his visit and wanted Shen Lian to continue drawing the high-grade miasma-removing talisman.

"Hasn't Fellow Daoist's mission been completed?"

Shen Lian asked pretending to be confused.

"That's it. The mission assigned by the sect is not over yet. I am going to take a month's rest before continuing the mission."

Weng He opened his mouth and continued: "There are many brothers in the same sect who have also accepted this task, so a large number of Miasma Dispelling Talismans are still needed."

In the past month, Shen Lian deliberately went out several times for shopping.

The number of outer disciples of the Bishui Sect in Fang City has now exceeded several hundred, and the small courtyards in the core of Fang City are almost full.

I even saw the Foundation Establishment monk flying in the air twice.

This was very unusual in the past.

Shen Lian smiled and agreed to draw the talisman.

"I will return to the Chu Kingdom's cultivation world soon. I can earn more spirit stones before leaving, and my proficiency in drawing talismans can also be improved. Why not? I have to thank you for your care."

"Brother, you have this skill, so you don't have to worry about spirit stones wherever you go. It should be you who helped me a lot." Weng Xia said, with a smile on his face.

On the other hand, Weng He frowned, "Master Shen Fu, I'm afraid you can't leave Yunmeng Market in a short time."

What?

Shen Lian was shocked when he heard it.

"Weng He, what's going on? When did the sect issue an edict?"

Weng Xia was also a little confused. He was just a shop manager under the sect's general affairs hall, and his status in the sect was at the bottom.

Many news, not known.

"I also heard from the sect's senior brother that the market may implement an order that only entry is allowed but not exit in a short time."

Shen Lian's face fell a little.

What does the Bishui Sect mean by this?

"Brother, you still have one year before the deadline. Maybe the ban will be lifted by then."

Weng Xia said with a smile.

Seeing that there was an outsider, Shen Lian quickly restrained his emotions and said with a smile: "It seems that I have to stay in the market to earn more spirit stones."

Before leaving, the grandparents and grandchildren of Weng Xia left a batch of materials for refining the anti-miasma talisman.

There were a total of ten talisman papers and two bottles of spirit ink, but there was still a lot left after giving away seven bottles of spirit ink twice before, and there were also five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The grandparents and grandchildren made three moves and took out materials for making talismans worth nearly three thousand spirit stones. They were really rich.

Shen Lian was also thinking, wouldn't these grandparents and grandchildren become second-hand dealers?

However, no matter how the grandparents and grandchildren of Weng Xia sold, he would not lose money, but make a lot of money.

The moment he closed the door, Shen Lian reopened the Five Elements Formation. The smile on his face could no longer support it and collapsed all of a sudden.

Damn it.

The seal order only allows entry but not exit.

In all likelihood, good things have appeared in the land reclamation area.

Yunmeng Market is a natural prison.

Even if a casual cultivator has reached the ninth level of Qi training, he will almost certainly die if he wants to return to Chu from the market.

Thousands of miles away, the miasma is dense and monsters are rampant.

Without a spirit ship, there is no way to escape.

Although there is still a year before leaving, Shen Lian knows that for a cultivator, time is nothing.

If no treasure is dug out, it may be sealed for ten or eight years.

In such a good place, you don’t even need to destroy your body after death, God will do it for you.

If the treasure is too amazing...

Shen Lian’s old face fell again.

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