Shen Lian nodded.

Money makes the world go round.

This principle is applicable in many parts of the world.

The monks of the Bishui Sect do not drink dew, they also need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

No matter what rules or regulations are involved, spirit stones are the biggest rule.

As long as you have spirit stones, you don’t have to worry about being targeted and you can live in the core area.

Of course, there is no need to think about the cave on Yunmeng Mountain. It would be useless even if you have spiritual stones.

The Bishui Sect won't take any responsibility for this.

"If you want to move, don't be afraid of spending your spirit stones."

Weng Xia leaned on the counter and moved closer to Shen Lian.

"The sect has sent many independent cultivators here, and some of the houses are not big enough for them to live in. There will definitely be a lot of competition for them."

“We old guys came to this desolate mountain to do odd jobs for the sect.

Many people do this not for their own cultivation, but to accumulate spirit stones for the younger generations at home."

"Fellow Daoist, you understand what I mean, right?"

Looking at Weng Xia playing with the spirit stone, Shen Lian nodded.

This was said so clearly. If he still didn't understand, he might as well just crash into the counter and die.

Suddenly, Shen Lian realized it belatedly.

The last time I went to the General Affairs Palace, I was treated coldly, most likely because I had no connections.

I didn’t find the right person.

In public, who wouldn't follow the rules?

Cultivating immortals is also bound to fall into clichés.

Fortunately, he is not short of spirit stones now.

For the sake of security, it doesn't matter if you spend a few more spirit stones.

The fact that Weng Xia could say this also shows that the continuous cooperation has laid a good foundation.

"I am unfamiliar with the market town. I wonder if Manager Weng has any acquaintances who can introduce me to someone."

The rental of the houses is under the management of the General Affairs Hall. Although Jubao Tower and the General Affairs Hall belong to different organizations, they are both institutions of the Bishui Sect.

Maybe Manager Weng has acquaintances in the General Affairs Hall.

"The steward Wang Yang from the General Affairs Hall is familiar to me."

After getting closer, Weng Xia looked around and muttered something in a low voice.

"This guy is a shady guy, but his credibility is not a problem."

The more Shen Lian listened to Weng Xia, the more he doubted whether he had traveled to the world of immortal cultivation.

Did he become a fake immortal? It smelled like money.

After the reminder, Shen Lian understood what was going on.

The false cultivation of immortals, with an immortal air and a Taoist spirit, does not engage in worldly affairs, and only drinks morning dew in the morning and evening clouds in the evening.

The real practice of cultivating immortals involves eating, drinking, defecating, and interacting with people. It is easier to get things done with spiritual stones.

"Thank you, Steward Weng, for your advice."

Soon, Shen Lian clasped his fists towards Weng Xia.

"You're welcome, fellow Daoist."

Weng Xia waved his hand indifferently, then moved closer to Shen Lian and started muttering.

"The Wuzi mine is very large. If you can draw a first-class, mid-grade, or even top-grade miasma-removing talisman, you can make a lot of money."

"Making talismans is a profound art. I have practiced for decades to achieve this achievement today."

"Fellow Daoist, you are too modest. I see that your miasma-removing talisman is written with vigorous force and completed in one go. It is becoming more and more exquisite."

Weng Xia chuckled. The reason why he could talk so much to Shen Lian was simply because he was impressed by Shen Lian's talisman-making skills.

…

"Manager Weng is really lucky to know such a prolific talisman master."

After Shen Lian left, a manager came over from the shop and spoke with a forced smile.

"none of your business."

Weng Xia glanced at Manager Lin who was approaching and spoke coldly.

"Humph, the sect will soon allocate a large number of anti-miasma talismans. It's useless to collect these thirty or fifty anti-miasma talismans."

Manager Lin sneered, then a smile appeared on his face and he walked towards the new monk.

Weng Xia did not move from the small counter, looking at Manager Lin's back, with no discernible change in his expression.

However, the anti-migraine talismans allocated by the sect were mostly practice works of the disciples within the sect, and their quality was inferior to the anti-migraine talismans drawn by Shen Lian.

There are quite a few first-class, low-grade talisman masters who draw talismans in the market.

There are dozens of people who know him, but their skills are mediocre.

Only Shen has superb skills in making talismans, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a first-class intermediate-grade talisman master.

If he maintained this quality, becoming a top-grade first-class talisman master would not be a problem.

Otherwise, why would he have communicated so much with Shen Lian.

The miasma-removing talisman is only a temporary business at this time, and he values ​​the follow-up contact with Shen Lian more.

…

General Affairs Hall.

When Shen Lian entered the door, he deliberately glanced at the street.

The shopping street was not very long, and outside the archway at the street entrance, he caught a glimpse of the young monk who was looking at him.

There is only one exit on the entire street, so it is perfect to keep an eye on it from under the archway.

Today he took out a stack of anti-miasma talismans and gave them to Manager Weng, but he was afraid that the stalkers might have seen them.

The independent cultivators in the market town are relatively restrained because the benefits are too small.

But a few hundred spirit stones are enough to make people take risks.

I can’t be really sure at the moment, but I’ll know when I try it before I leave.

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Shen Lian prepared to first look for Steward Wang mentioned by Steward Weng.

There are many monks coming and going in the hall, busy accepting and handing in tasks.

Exploring the terrain of mountains and fields is the simplest task.

The Bishui Sect spent a lot of effort to gather so many independent cultivators to open up the wasteland, but it wasn't all out of charity.

Once the area has been explored thoroughly, it will be time to harvest.

Where there are spiritual veins and spiritual lands, cities can be built, developed into spiritual fields and medicinal gardens, and can also become the residence of immortal cultivation families.

For example, a casual cultivator who has just established his foundation is tired of playing outside and wants to marry many wives and concubines to establish a family, so he needs territory.

These reclaimed places are the best family residences.

If you want this place, pay the spirit stones to the Bishui Sect.

If you don’t have enough spirit stones, it’s okay. You can pay for them in installments.

In this way, the Bishui Sect obtained spirit stones again and also gained another small affiliated family.

In comparison, the initial investment in land reclamation is not worth mentioning at all.

The life of a casual cultivator is worth only a few dollars.

As for the time spent on land reclamation, that is even less of a problem.

The Bishui Sect has been passed down for more than two thousand years and has gone through five generations of Jindan ancestors. Its reputation is very strong in the State of Chu.

Looking at the monks coming and going, Shen Lian felt a little moved.

A few months ago, he was one of these people and had to work hard for his practice.

Now that he had a way to earn spirit stones, what was wrong with spending some to protect his life? Since he couldn't leave Yunmeng Market for a short period of time, he naturally had to find a more stable place to live.

After some effort, Shen Lian found Manager Wang Yang that Manager Weng mentioned.

"Meet Steward Wang."

Shen Lian spoke first, clasped his fists and bowed, then ten spirit stones were placed on the stone table in front of Wang Yang.

Following Weng Xia's advice, he went straight to the spirit stone.

Ten spirit stones are the price of one miasma-removing talisman.

For him now, it's just a drizzle.

Before Wang Yang took a closer look at Shen Lian, he noticed a flash of light on the stone table.

Then, he smoothly wiped his hand across the table as he was about to clasp his fist, and the spirit stone disappeared instantly.

The movements were smooth and flowing, and before Shen Lian could react, he discovered that the spirit stone had disappeared.

Just see it.

The smooth patina at the place where the spirit stone was originally placed was extremely conspicuous.

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