"Why don't we go out and take a look tomorrow to find out if anything has happened in the market recently."

Shen Lian thought in his heart.

The uncle from the law enforcement team suddenly became diligent, probably because the old man from above had arrived.

The arrival of a high-level monk often means something is happening.

It would be better to ask around to feel at ease.

There are so many things happening in the market every day, and the dead Taoist friends can even circle around the market several times.

Shen Lian just wants to spend this year quietly.

Then, return to Chu.

Nightfall.

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

"Who is it?"

When he arrived at the door of the room, several talismans appeared in the palm of his hand in his sleeve.

"Brother, it's me."

After hearing the voice, Shen Lian confirmed the identity of the visitor. He first turned off the formation and then opened the door with his other hand.

"Brother, you...you are really calm. You are still running the formation at home."

Weng Xia stood at the door and looked at Shen Lian who opened the door.

"Brother Weng is a rare guest."

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

I still came to congratulate him when I knew he had become a top-grade talisman master.

Now, it is late at night.

What does an old man want to do? "I'm here to ask you to draw a talisman to dispel miasma."

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

"Brother, it's not difficult to get the miasma-removing talisman. Just send me a message..."

Having said that, Shen Lian smiled awkwardly and took out his communication talisman from the depths of his storage bag.

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

"I want a lot this time, preferably high-level anti-miasma talismans."

Seeing Weng Xia's somewhat anxious expression, Shen Lian's heart moved.

"Brother, has something happened? Why are you so anxious?"

"It's like this. I have a great-grandson who is an outer disciple of the sect. He suddenly came to the market today. He accepted a mission from the sect and needed to enter a wilderness filled with miasma for a period of time."

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

"It's also my fault that I didn't think of it. I sold all the anti-miasma talismans that my brother sold to me before because they were of such good quality. Now my great-grandson has no talismans to use."

"It seems that my great-grandson has a good chance of building a foundation. Congratulations, brother."

Shen Lian observed the man's expression and flattered him directly.

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

"This kid is not bad. He is already at the eighth level of Qi training in his fifties and is expected to make a breakthrough to foundation building before he turns sixty."

As he spoke, Weng Xia's face darkened again.

"I asked him about the mission, but he refused to tell me. He even kept silent about how long the mission would take."

"I am afraid that the miasma will enter my body and damage my lungs, which will delay my subsequent efforts to build my foundation. I will have no chance in this lifetime, so I am counting on this great-grandson."

"Brother, I just happen to have a few top-grade miasma-removing talismans left. Give me a few more days and I will draw a few more."

Shen Lian took out five talismans for removing miasma.

He understood Weng Xia's thoughts. Some parents were just like that.

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

But if you accidentally lay a stupid egg, it will only lay eggs for generations to come.

If the old man is in charge, he will have a great-grandson, and he will finally succeed.

"Then thank you for your help, brother. Please draw as many pictures as you can within three days. I will also go find some anti-miasma pills for him."

Weng Xia casually took a photo of a storage bag, turned around and left in a hurry without waiting for Shen Lian to refuse.

Close the door again and open the formation.

Shen Lian opened his storage bag, which contained two bottles of top-grade spiritual ink and two dozen top-grade talisman papers, worth three hundred and sixty spiritual stones, twice as expensive as his five miasma-removing talismans.

The effect of a first-grade, superior-quality miasma-removing talisman has undergone a qualitative change.

It can dispel miasma within a range of at least 100 feet, and if there is no wind influence, it can even last for several days.

If you find a small cave, the effect will be more obvious, and it will be no problem to extend it to ten days or half a month.

Generally speaking, a casual cultivator would only use a top-grade miasma-removing talisman when he discovered a great opportunity.

At the beginning, perhaps both he and Weng Xia were greedy for each other's bodies, but after these two years of doing business, they have developed some human feelings towards each other.

Besides, he made the talismans to sell them. There was no difference between selling them to Weng Xia and selling them to his great-grandson.

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

“Dangdang…”

"Is Master Shen Fu at home?"

"I am Weng He, and I am here to pay my respects to you."

Hearing the sound outside, Shen Lian was stunned.

The great-grandson is here.

Why did the grandparents and grandchildren come in separate batches?

Listening to the noise outside the room, Shen Lian realized that there was not just Weng He, but three people.

He pressed the formation down and activated a mind talisman first. Then he opened the door with his left hand and hid his right hand in his sleeve, grabbing a few more talismans just in case.

"But Master Shen Fu is here in person."

Weng He was a strong and handsome man, and he did not look as smart as Weng Xia.

"That's right, I wonder how many of you are..."

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

"Master Shen, don't panic. We are here for the miasma-removing talisman."

Thinking of his great-grandfather's advice, Master Shen Fu rarely interacted with others and was very cautious, so Weng He stated his purpose first.

"Please come in, all three of you."

The other two disciples of the Bishui Sect followed Weng He, and it was obvious that Weng He was the leader.

"Master Shen, the anti-miasma talismans you drew are rare and exquisite. We came here this time to customize a batch of top-grade anti-miasma talismans."

"A batch?"

Shen Lian was a little surprised.

The miasma-removing talisman is not a pill. It has no other use except to remove miasma-filled areas.

Do I have to live in a miasma-filled place forever?

Thirty spirit stones for one piece, are all the sect disciples so rich? "Yes, we will provide the materials for making the talisman, and give Master Shen an additional reward. We only need Master Shen to do his best to draw the miasma-removing talisman for us during this period of time."

Shen Lian knew in his heart that the Bishui Sect had tens of thousands of disciples and countless talisman masters, and Weng Xiahe and the other two had come to his door.

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

It seems that the number of anti-migraine talismans needed is not only large, but also needs to be supplied for a long time.

"I am only at the sixth level of Qi training now. In addition to practicing, I can only draw five high-quality miasma-removing talismans every day. 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 will come back in three days to pick up the first batch of talismans."

Weng He patted his storage bag decisively, and a pile of talisman-making materials fell on the table. He pointed at a cultivator beside him.

"Master Shen, this is Yang Lin. If I don't come, Yang Lin will come to get the talismans and deliver the materials."

"good."

Weng He and the other two came quickly and left quickly.

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

In the end, he still made a profit from this deal.

Most talisman masters would be lucky if they could break even.

I believe many talisman masters would be happy to have someone pay them to make talismans for them, regardless of the success rate, as it can also improve their own talisman-making skills.

The grandfather and grandson Weng Xia had no idea that he had a 100% success rate in making talismans.

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

Weng He left behind five bottles of spiritual ink, five pieces of talisman paper, a first-grade top-quality talisman pen, and three hundred spiritual stones.

Including what Weng Xia left behind last night, there are a total of materials worth 1,400 spirit stones, plus a reward of 300 spirit stones.

He made a net profit of three hundred spirit stones and seven hundred spirit stone materials.

Shen Lian thought it was pretty good.

Making money is not shameful.

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