Divine enlightenment points can be used to improve the level of spiritual roots.

That night, Shen Lian rarely imagined the future.

That's right, he suffers from insomnia.

There is nothing else, I just feel that there is hope of becoming an immortal.

early morning.

"ah……"

The screams broke the silence before dawn.

The piercing scream made Shen Lian shudder and his body tremble involuntarily.

The beautiful imagination was shattered, and the screams brought him back to reality.

He was quite familiar with this kind of broken cry.

Over the past six months, I have listened to it dozens of times.

There must be someone else.

Shen Lian stood up but did not open the door.

Instead, he lay down beside the door and pulled out a wooden bar, revealing a small gap.

This is the gap he created himself.

For more than half a year, he had often sneaked a peek outside. This was his lookout.

As his eyes moved, Shen Lian saw clearly the situation outside.

There were more than a dozen figures surrounding the house about ten feet away on the opposite side.

"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Feng would also fall victim to the evil hands of a demon cultivator."

"These demonic cultivators are like insects in the dark, and it is hard to guard against them!"

Many monks cursed.

Hearing the shouting and cursing, Shen Lian tightened his clothes.

The Bishui Sect recruits independent cultivators regardless of their background, which leads to a lot of strange people mixing in among them.

The most ruthless among them are the demon cultivators.

This type of monks is the most lowly.

When other casual cultivators rob you, they will at most try to get some things, but they will also kill you swiftly.

But the devil wants your body.

Every cultivator who is targeted by the devil is in danger of having his heart and lungs destroyed.

Not long after, the law enforcement team of the Bishui Sect arrived late.

Everyone has gotten used to it.

How could the masters of the Bishui Sect care about the lives of the independent cultivators?

"Don't sell all the talismans you draw next. Keep a few for self-defense."

After watching the excitement from the gap, Shen Lian made a decision in his mind.

In the past, I was poor and barefoot, not afraid of those wearing shoes. I couldn’t be particular even if I wanted to.

But now it’s different. I have put on my shoes and can’t get stuck in the mud anymore.

The Bishui Sect's law enforcement team came quickly and left quickly, taking away Brother Feng, whose organs had been hollowed out.

The crowd on the street dispersed.

Shen Lian also sat back on the bed, took out a miasma-removing pill and swallowed it.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

During this period, Shen Lian remained the same.

sleep.

Eating sweet potatoes.

Make talismans.

Apart from taking out the feces and urine, he never went out.

The twenty pieces of talisman paper purchased last time have all been made into fire talismans.

At the moment, except for the talisman pen that could be used about twenty more times, the spiritual ink and talisman paper in his hand were all used up.

Thanks to the systematic inheritance of talismans, he had already mastered the lower-grade first-level talismans.

When making talismans, the amount of spiritual ink consumed for each talisman is less than that of other talisman masters.

Originally, other talisman masters could use a bottle of spiritual ink up to fifteen times, but Shen Lian could use it up to eighteen times.

Together with the remaining bottom of the bottle of spiritual ink from last time, Shen Lian had enough to make twenty pieces of talisman paper this time.

Not only that, because he took a bottle of anti-miasma pills continuously, most of the miasma attached to the body was also expelled.

When circulating spiritual power, it is also smoother than before.

I estimate that if I use another bottle of anti-miasma pill, all the miasma in the body can be removed.

At that time, you can buy cultivation pills and improve your strength.

After traveling here, Shen Lian had not practiced much, so he was quite looking forward to this.

After tidying up, Shen Lian opened the door and walked out.

Coincidentally, the tenant next door also opened the door and walked out.

Shen Lian nodded and left quickly.

He remembered that last month, his next-door neighbor was a female donor.

Of course, that's nothing.

Just a month ago, the neighbor was still a skinny old man.

The neighbors on both sides have changed several times in the past six months.

More diligent than leeks.

We are all just nodding acquaintances.

This time when walking on the streets of Fangshi, Shen Lian's expression was very different from the last time.

Well, there is light in my eyes.

"Oh, the demon cultivator is here again. Another one died in the alley next to us last night."

"The master of the Bishui Sect arrived a step too late again, allowing that demon cultivator to escape."

As he heard the monks' conversations, Shen Lian quickened his pace.

After entering the street behind the stone archway, he looked at several other shops.

Finally, we chose Jubaolou.

Today, there are many people in Jubao Tower.

I just found a corner and waited for the manager to finish his work.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, I've been waiting for a long time."

Weng Xia sent the customer in front of him away and walked straight towards Shen Lian.

Half a month had passed, and he still remembered the last time Shen Lian came to sell talismans.

"You are welcome, fellow Taoist."

The two of them came to the small counter, and Weng Xia said, "Daoyou, are you here to sell talismans?"

Shen Lian nodded and took out fourteen fire talismans from his storage bag.

Weng Xia carefully examined the fire talisman.

"It seems that you have made some progress in making talismans. You can expect longevity."

He recalled that Shen Lian sold twelve Fire Talismans last time.

At the same time, he bought back twenty pieces of talisman paper.

Fourteen Fire Talismans are for sale this time.

As expected of a well-mannered manager, he makes people feel very comfortable when he speaks.

Even Shen Lian, a poor and ugly person with five inferior spiritual roots, felt elated after hearing this.

In other words, others were able to be managers, but he was rejected when he wanted to work as a handyman in Jubao Tower.

Shen Lian smiled politely and said, "Please bring another bottle of spiritual ink, two pieces of talisman paper, and a bottle of anti-miasma pills."

Weng Xia was quick and agile, and quickly placed the things Shen Lian needed, as well as six extra spirit stones, on the counter.

"Fellow Daoist, can you make a miasma-removing talisman? If you can, this treasure pavilion will buy it for five spirit stones."

Shen Lian was stunned for a moment. How could he not know about the Miasma Repellent Talisman? At the beginning, he wanted to make a Miasma Repellent Talisman.

As far as I can remember, the anti-migraine talisman has always sold very well in the market, and the selling price is just five low-grade spirit stones.

Now Jubao Tower has started to purchase it with five spirit stones. It seems that the demand is quite large.

The cost of an anti-miasma talisman is two and a half spirit stones, and it requires two or three times the effort of making a fire talisman.

Considering his previous condition, which was comparable to that of tuberculosis, it was unlikely that he would be able to support the creation of the anti-miasma talisman.

Therefore, when choosing and making talismans, the talismans for dispelling miasma are temporarily excluded.

“It seems that Fellow Daoist Shen is concentrating on making talismans and is unaware of the major event that has occurred.

A new mineral vein was discovered in the thirty-six blocks of land in Qianliwu outside Yunmengfang City.

Many fellow Taoists in the Qi training stage got the opportunity, and some even picked up second-level hematite ore.

This place is full of miasma, and many Taoists need miasma-removing talismans to clear the way."

"I picked up a second-level ore."

Shen Lian couldn't help but sigh at the good luck of those who picked up the ore.

The second-level ore is the material for refining foundation-building magic tools.

A piece of the most common second-level ore, as long as it is the size of a fist, is worth more than 500 spirit stones.

His back teeth were all broken, why wasn't he the one who picked up the ore?

"Fellow Daoist, are you interested in looking for opportunities?"

Weng Xia chuckled and spoke.

"I am not good at running, so I won't join in the fun."

Shen Lian refused without even thinking about it.

Are you kidding? There was no way to do that before.

Now that he has finally become a talisman master and doesn't have to go out and waste time, isn't it good for him to sell talismans to dispel miasma? Why does he have to risk his life?

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