Talisman making room.

Shen Lian began to draw talismans, after all, the profit this time was quite big.

You should have a conscience and only cheat half of the money at most.

Don't disbelieve it, even this grandparents and grandchildren still have to say thank you...

It is good to draw talismans steadily and accumulate insights and divine enlightenment points quietly.

He also doesn't need to rely on luck to get opportunities.

Three days later, Weng He came to take away seven talismans for dispelling miasma.

Next, Shen Lian drew the anti-miasma talismans as usual every day, and then immersed himself in cultivation for the rest of the time.

Sometimes, he would go to the shopping street to buy some poisons, magic tools, elixirs, etc., and also find out the news in the market.

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 purpose of the arrival of the elder of the Bishui Sect, it is not something that can be found out in the market.

Ten days later.

Nightfall.

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

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

After Yang Lin entered the room and felt the spiritual energy, he exhaled a long breath of black air, and a trace of black air lingered on his face.

“Ahem…”

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

Seeing his frowning face, Shen Lian let him go to his training room.

"I still have one miasma-removing talisman to draw, which will take half an hour."

"Thank you, Master Shen Fu." Yang Lin understood Shen Lian's gesture of goodwill, clasped his fists and walked into the training room.

Shen Lian also really started to draw the talisman to dispel miasma.

In less than half an hour, Yang Lin stood at the door of the talisman-making room, and his complexion looked much better than before.

“Ahem…”

Seeing Shen Lian stop writing talismans, Yang Lin spoke up, “This time, thanks to Master Shen’s miasma-removing talisman, we brothers were able to escape from the miasma tide.”

"The miasma-removing talisman and miasma-removing pill are only auxiliary. We still have to stay away from the miasma."

Shen Lian sorted out the talisman pen and spiritual ink and spoke casually.

"I have no choice. I have to follow the mission of the master. There are too many miasma outside. I can only endure it."

Yang Lin answered casually.

"But there will be more brothers coming to our sect, and we can take turns to do the work and remove the miasma in our bodies."

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

"Thank you very much."

Yang Lin did not stay for long and left quickly under the cover of night.

Shen Lian closed the door.

"Miasma Tide."

There is a lot of miasma in the wilderness, and with the mountains and valleys, these miasma usually stay in a certain area.

However, at the beginning, middle and end of each month, the miasma in some areas will be stirred up, forming a large-scale miasma frenzy.

Because of the specific time period, people in the market call it the miasma tide.

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

As to why Shen Lian knew so much about it, it was because he had put a lot of thought into studying the environment of the outer areas of the market town in order to accept the mission.

The places where miasma tides appeared were the first places he eliminated.

These three places are friendly cooperation units jointly built with the underworld.

Why would the disciples of the Bishui Sect go to the place of miasma tides for no reason? Are they dissatisfied that their lungs are not shrinking fast enough?

No wonder Weng Xia came to him. Others might not know, but Weng Xia knew that facing the tide of miasma, his talismans were ultimately more effective than those of other talisman masters.

"I hope nothing serious happens and delays my leaving the market."

Shen Lian murmured.

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

He doesn't care even if there are dragon liver and phoenix marrow in the wilderness. He just wants to have a stable home.

…

Soon, a month passed and Yang Lin came to get the talismans twice.

Shen Lian did not cheat them too much. He just embezzled more than half of the materials and maintained his success rate in making talismans at around 50%.

In the training room, Shen Lian sat cross-legged to practice.

It was said that there was a spiritual energy tide appearing near a formation here, but he had not encountered it once in the past two years.

There was knock on the door again.

The Weng Xia family came to visit again.

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

Weng Xia spoke with a smile.

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

Weng He did not care about the title of great-grandfather. The seniority of cultivators sometimes varied greatly, so it was better to discuss each one separately.

"It seems that fellow Daoist's mission has been successfully completed."

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

"The mountains and valleys are filled with miasma everywhere, and there are miasma tides. Even a foundation-building cultivator cannot withstand traveling through the miasma for days on end."

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

"Hasn't your mission been completed?"

Shen Lian asked in a puzzled manner.

"It's like this. The mission assigned by the sect has not yet been completed. I plan to take a month off before continuing this mission."

Weng He opened his mouth and continued, "Many of my fellow disciples have also accepted this mission, so a large number of anti-miasma talismans are still needed."

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

The number of outer disciples of the Bishui Sect in the market town has now exceeded several hundred, and the courtyards in the core area of ​​the market town are almost full.

Even the foundation-building cultivator was seen flying in the air twice.

This was very uncommon in the past.

Shen Lian smiled and agreed to draw the talisman.

"I will be returning to the Chu Kingdom's cultivation world soon. I can earn more spirit stones before I leave, and my proficiency in drawing talismans can also be improved. Why not? Speaking of which, I would like to thank you both for your care."

"Brother, with this skill, you will never have to worry about spirit stones wherever you go. You must have helped me a lot." Weng Xia spoke with a smile on his face.

On the other hand, Weng He frowned, "Master Shen Fu, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave Yunmeng Market in the short term."

What? Shen Lian was shocked when he heard it.

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

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

There is a lot of information that I am not aware of.

"I also heard from my senior brothers in the sect that the market may implement a rule that only entry but no exit is allowed in the near future."

Shen Lian's face fell a little.

What does Bishui Sect mean by this?

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

Weng Xia spoke with a smile.

Shen Lian quickly calmed down when there was an outsider around, put on a smile and said, "It seems that I have to stay in the market to earn more spirit stones."

Before leaving, the Weng Xia and grandson left behind a batch of materials for refining talismans to dispel miasma.

There were a total of ten pieces of talisman paper and two bottles of spiritual ink. However, there was still a lot left after seven bottles of spiritual ink were given twice before, as well as five hundred low-grade spiritual stones.

After three attempts, the grandfather and grandson came up with talisman-making materials worth nearly three thousand spirit stones. They were really rich.

Shen Lian was also wondering if the grandparents and grandchildren had become middlemen.

However, no matter how the Wengxias and their grandchildren sold their products, he never lost money and even made 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 be maintained and it collapsed all of a sudden.

Oh shit.

The ban only allows entry but not exit.

Nine times out of ten, good things appear in the newly reclaimed areas.

Yunmengfang City is a place that is simply a natural prison.

Even if a casual cultivator had reached the ninth level of Qi training, it would be almost certain that he would die if he tried to return to the State of Chu from the market town.

Thousands of miles away, the air is filled with miasma 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 in his heart that time means nothing to a cultivator.

If no treasure is found, the place might be banned for ten or eight years.

In such a good place, you don’t even have to destroy the body after you die, God will do it for you.

If the baby is too good...

Shen Lian's old face fell again.

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