My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

In front of the errand hall, hundreds of disciples have gathered at this moment. They are all wearing the uniform green robes of errand disciples. They gather in groups of three or four, and the scene is very noisy.

On a recliner under the platform, there was a scoundrel-looking man in his thirties, half lying on the recliner.

Next to him, a plump and beautiful female servant disciple was standing there with an attentive look on her face, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan in one hand and holding a tea bowl in the other.

The man lying there was Sun Datou, who was hated and feared by the chores disciples. At this moment, he had a lewd smile on his face, and was laughing and joking with the woman who was fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, and from time to time he would touch the woman with his big hands.

The woman did not dodge, but just laughed and beat Sun Datou. Beside the two of them, there stood five or six menial disciples, most of whose cultivation was around the third level of Qi Refining. They were all from the inspection team, and behind their backs, everyone called these people lackeys.

At the same time, Chu Ci was standing in the corner, talking to a little fat man.

The fat boy's name is Wei Meng, but his personality does not match his name at all. He is timid and cowardly, and like Chu Ci, he is also a menial disciple at the first level of Qi Refining.

"Chu Ci, have you heard?" Wei Meng lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

"What did you hear?"

“We will distribute things today,” Wei Meng said proudly when he heard that Chu Ci didn’t know.

"Really, Fatty? What's up?"

Wei Meng looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he said to Chu Ci: "Talisman paper!"

Talisman paper? The sect would often give talisman paper to formal disciples for practice, but these menial disciples did not have such treatment.

There are only 200 tickets in the annual salary. If you want more than that, you have to exchange them with contribution points, one contribution point for one.

"Really? There is such a good thing?" What Chu Ci lacks most now is talisman paper. As long as he has talisman paper, he can make talismans. Only with talismans in hand will he feel at ease.

"Of course, two hundred! Just wait and see." Wei Meng stretched out two fingers and said mysteriously.

"Really?" Chu Ci was stunned. He didn't expect the sect to be so generous.

Just as the two were talking, a figure suddenly flew from the air and landed on the platform in the blink of an eye.

Flying! Chu Ci envied this ability very much.

"Deacon Liu is here!" A sharp-eyed lackey from the inspection team immediately reported to Sun Datou.

When Sun Datou heard this, he immediately jumped up from the recliner, pushed away the woman next to him, and ran straight towards the person who was flying over with a nod and a bow.

"Deacon Liu, you've worked hard." Sun Datou first greeted Deacon Liu with a flattering smile, then straightened his back and said loudly to the audience,

"Please be quiet!" The audience instantly became much quieter. Sun Datou was very satisfied with the result. He paused and continued:

"I asked everyone to gather here today because I have something to announce. Now, please allow our respected Deacon Liu to speak!" After saying that, he immediately bent his body again, put on the same expression as before, and made a gesture of invitation to Deacon Liu.

Deacon Liu took a step forward, cleared his throat, and then said loudly:

"My fellow disciples, our Miscellaneous Affairs Hall is the hall with the most disciples in the sect and is responsible for all the miscellaneous affairs of the sect. Its importance is self-evident. As a disciple of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, you must always bear in mind the teachings of the two ancestors and the sect master, abide by the sect rules, practice with concentration, and strive to improve your cultivation. You must devote yourself to the sect at all times..."

A long and familiar opening speech boosted the confidence of the disciples who listened to it, as if the Jin Fu Sect would be paralyzed without the Miscellaneous Services Hall.

After talking for about a cup of tea, Deacon Liu finally got to the point:

"Dear disciples, in a month, we will have our Golden Talisman Sect's five-year disciple competition. But this time is different from the past. The elders of the sect have unanimously decided that we, the menial disciples, can also participate!"

Chu Ci had never caught up with the disciple competition held every five years, but he heard that menial disciples were not allowed to participate because they could not compare with the formal disciples in terms of cultivation or talisman-making skills.

Deacon Liu on the stage continued, "Everyone knows that in the usual disciple competitions, we, the menial disciples, cannot participate. But this time it is different. We, the menial disciples, also have the opportunity to go on stage! This shows that the status of our menial hall in the eyes of the elders is getting higher and higher!"

"Because the disciples' competition is mainly about making talismans, I have applied to the sect this time to give each of the menial disciples some talisman paper and cinnabar for everyone to practice with. As for the specific amount..."

Deacon Liu paused for a moment, raised his head and glanced at all the disciples. Seeing everyone's expectant eyes, he was quite satisfied, and then continued, "One hundred pieces of talisman paper and ten bottles of cinnabar for each person!"

The audience cheered immediately, but Wei Meng was shocked and said, "That's impossible! How can there be only 100 photos? That's definitely not right!"

Chu Ci was stunned, but when he saw some disciples around him whispering to each other with stunned expressions and looking indignant, he understood.

Presumably, these people, like Wei Meng, had received the news in advance, but the number announced by Deacon Liu was definitely inconsistent with the information they received.

Chu Ci was of course powerless to do anything about this, but when he thought about it, even a hundred pieces of talisman paper would be a considerable income for him now.

If you have a golden pen, one hundred pieces of talisman paper are equivalent to one hundred talismans.

Wei Meng beside him also said angrily: "Humph! How shameless! The amount we gave was not enough to begin with, and they took away half of it. They really treat us menial disciples like beggars."

After a brief commotion, the audience returned to calm, and Deacon Liu spoke again.

"Alright, everyone, go get the talisman paper and cinnabar from Xiao Sun later, and gather at the sect's competition arena in a month. I hope everyone will treasure these hard-earned talisman papers, and also treasure this opportunity and perform well!"

After saying this, Deacon Liu turned around and walked off the stage.

"Let's all send Deacon Liu off together!" Sun Datou shouted loudly and clapped his hands, but only a few people responded.

Amid scattered applause, Deacon Liu stood up and flew quickly towards his cave abode. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hey...it's clearly 200. Now I have to exchange for so many less beauty illusion talismans!" Wei Meng beside him sighed and pulled Chu Ci towards the long line.

"Fatty, how did you know this news?" Chu Ci asked puzzledly.

Wei Meng looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to what they were saying, so he lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother Fei Cheng from the Fiery Hall told me. He also said that he would come to find us after getting the talisman paper."

"Fei Cheng..." Chu Ci squinted his eyes and recalled this person in his memory.

The two stopped talking and followed the crowd into the long line.

The monks used their spiritual sense to count the items, which was extremely fast, so even though Chu Ci and the other man were at the back of the line, they arrived in less than a cup of tea.