The sky began to turn pale in the east.

Shen Lian held the talisman in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. The night passed.

Get up, eat sweet potatoes, and make talismans.

The day passed quickly.

Nightfall.

After taking a yellow bud pill, Shen Lian held the talisman and practiced vigilantly.

"Ah...someone died again!"

At dawn, a familiar scream broke the morning silence.

Shen Lian shuddered.

woke up.

The whole person just felt exhausted.

call--

The sound was so clear that it seemed the person who had been killed was nearby.

He got up from the bed, lay down on the gap he had created and looked out.

A group of people had gathered in the alley.

This time, the Bishui Sect's law enforcement team was patrolling nearby and came over when they heard the noise.

Everyone gathered outside a house not far away, pointing and talking.

Through the gap, Shen Lian saw Yang Li who was watching the fun.

"This fellow Taoist is quite lucky. He was not betrayed and still dared to join in the fun. He is really brave."

After sighing for a moment, he withdrew his gaze and resealed the gap in the wood.

"The demon cultivator is nothing."

Although he cursed in his heart, he also understood that a thief can only steal for a thousand days, so you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days.

This kind of life of fear is very exhausting and I can't even sleep well.

"Damn it, I can't afford to offend you, but I can afford to hide from you."

"You must rent a small courtyard in the central area."

While cursing, Shen Lian threw down his quilt again.

He started his own business of making talismans.

No matter how rampant the evil cultivators are, life must go on.

Nightfall.

"Go and be intimate with other Taoist friends. I have thick skin and flesh, and my internal organs are full of turbid qi."

After making a wish, Shen Lian meditated as usual, holding various talismans in his hands.

While practicing, be prepared to deal with emergencies at any time.

Over the past few months, many fellow Taoists nearby had been attacked by evil cultivators, so he had better be on guard.

The strength of the demon cultivator is unknown, so at least he must be able to make a noise when there is danger, so that he has a chance to escape.

Half a month later.

Treasure House.

Weng Xia's eyes lit up as he looked at the sixty anti-migraine talismans placed on the counter.

In addition to the shopkeeper, there are nine managers like him in Jubao Tower.

There have been a lot of independent cultivators sent to the sect recently, and the miasma-removing talismans are in short supply.

Whoever has more goods and better quality has the right to speak and can win the favor of the boss.

Shen Lian was just one of the talisman masters he knew, but he didn't expect that he could give him such a surprise.

Sixty talismans for dispelling miasma, worth four hundred and eighty low-grade spirit stones.

For Shen Lian, he had never been so generous before.

Thanks to the Bishui Sect.

Thanks for the Wuzihao mine.

Otherwise, this batch of anti-migraine talismans could only be sold for two hundred and forty yuan.

After checking the anti-miasma talismans one by one, Weng Xia nodded with satisfaction. The quality was still as high as ever.

"What does Daoyou need this time?"

"I need a low-grade talisman pen, thirty pieces of talisman paper, ten bottles of spiritual ink, and two bottles of Huangya Dan."

Shen Lian spoke.

Seeing that the price of the anti-migraine talisman is still high, he will not miss this opportunity to make money.

When his eyes fell on the door.

A pair of eyes just happened to meet his.

The owner of the gaze was obviously panicked, then turned and left.

"Um."

Shen Lian's heart also skipped a beat.

Being followed.

One advantage of monks is that they have a very good memory.

Surprised and puzzled, Shen Lian recalled that he had seen the face of the person whose eyes had just met his.

After becoming a talisman master, he traveled between his residence and Jubao Tower.

It's just a few trips back and forth.

There is at least half a month between each visit.

But the monks who often come to Jubao Tower either buy or sell spiritual objects.

Which poor guy has no reason to go to Jubao Tower?

The spiritual objects Shen Lian needed were a total of four hundred and twenty spiritual stones, with sixty left over.

After collecting his things, Shen Lian did not leave in a hurry. He approached Manager Weng and asked, "Manager, do you know if there is any room available in the small courtyard in the middle of the market?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to move?"

Shen Lian nodded.

Although he has moved around a lot, he still wants to move to a more stable small courtyard in the middle of the market town.

"Recently, there are more and more people in the market, and fights are frequent. The small houses outside the market are too unsafe."

Weng Xia was not surprised. Who would be willing to live in a shack if they had money? Not only was it shabby, but it was also unsafe.

"The housing in the market has always been in short supply. Recently, in order to develop the mineral veins, many monks have been sent here by the sect, and the housing situation has become even more tense."

“The residence is under the management of the General Affairs Palace, and I don’t know the details.

There is news that our Bishui Sect will re-plan the market town in the near future.

With Fellow Daoist Shen's financial resources, if he is willing to invest, it won't be a problem for him to rent a house together in the central area of ​​the market."

As for the rental situation in Yunmengfang City, the stronger your financial situation, the better the place you can live.

But on the other hand, it can also prove that it is easier for cultivators with strong strength to earn spirit stones, and thus have the financial resources to live in a good place.

The entire Yunmengfang City is built at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain.

There is a second-level spiritual vein in Yunmeng Mountain.

More than twenty cave dwellings were built along the spiritual vein of Yunmeng Mountain.

Among them, the cave on the highest spiritual vein spring is the residence of the foundation-building monks who are stationed in Yunmengfang City.

The remaining caves are reserved for the disciples of the Bishui Sect.

Yunmeng Market borrowed the power of the Yunmeng Mountain spiritual vein and was built at the tail of the spiritual vein.

The formation master of the Bishui Sect built a spirit gathering formation with the tail of the spirit vein as the center.

There is a street of shops and some core luxurious courtyards, right in the central spirit gathering array.

This place is the core area of ​​the market town, where ordinary disciples, stewards, and family members of the Bishui Sect live.

There are also some craftsmen who possess top-grade first-class skills and can earn a lot of spirit stones.

In short, you either have power or spiritual stones, or both power and spiritual stones.

The place that Weng Xia mentioned, as well as the place that Shen Lian chose himself, are both in the middle area next to the core area.

The houses built in this area are more spacious than those in the outer areas, and the rooms are two-story.

In addition to the two-story building, there is also a yard with a small fence.

Although it was not inside the spirit gathering array, it was close to the edge of the array and was able to absorb some of the spiritual energy.

Most of the people living here are in the late stage of Qi training, or have a special skill, or have had a fortuitous encounter in the middle stage of Qi training.

"Manager Weng, I heard that if you want to live in the central area, you need to meet certain conditions."

Shen Lian heard this from hearsay, and with his abilities before, he was unable to find out the detailed information.

Just like this, I was passing by on the street and I heard someone say one or two words about it.

“There are some rules, but then again, Fellow Daoist Shen is a talisman master and can earn spirit stones.”

Weng Xia patted his storage bag, and a spirit stone appeared in his palm.

"Fellow Daoist, what request can you make that is higher than a spirit stone?"

(End of this chapter)