There is no future for menial disciples? I draw talismans to achieve immortality

"Yes!"

Zhong Xiuping sighed: "A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time is ruthless, and the Dao is even more ruthless.

I have been in the sect for nearly a hundred years, and for a hundred years I have been treated like a slave. How sad and lamentable!

Yang Bailao said with a smile, "Brother Zhong, why do you have to be like this? You are about to be freed from prison and return to secular life. You should be happy."

"Hahaha!"

Zhong Xiuping laughed heartily upon hearing this and said, "I have been in the sect for a hundred years, and I have always thought about the day when I can retire from the world. When that time comes, I will have a plowing ox and half a field, and I will be able to walk and sleep peacefully. When the rain stops and the sky clears, I will ride a small boat, with fish on one side and wine on the other. How carefree and free I will be."

Yang Bailao was moved by this and said happily, "When I return to secular life, I will definitely do the same."

……

Listening to the conversation between the two, Xu Changshou remained silent.

Whether it was Zhang Zhengyuan, Liu Chuansheng, Yang Bailao, or Zhong Xiuping, these older generation menial disciples never spoke of foundation building. Their only talk was of disarmament and returning to secular life.

Perhaps for them, the real beginning of life is when they retire from the military and return to secular life.

When a monk is over a hundred years old, he becomes old and clumsy, and is no longer of any value to the sect.

Only at this time are they qualified to enjoy life. How sad.

Perhaps, when these people were young, they also fantasized about building a foundation.

When they were young, they probably had lofty ambitions like Ye Shanhu, Han Zong, Su Mo, Jiang Xiaochuan and others.

Su Mo, who has average talent and nothing, once said: Man can conquer nature. He firmly believes that he will succeed in building his foundation.

Perhaps, after several years, they will no longer talk about building a foundation like Yang Bailao, but will talk about returning to secular life after a hundred years.

"Can I still build my foundation? Should I stop having fantasies?"

Xu Changshou suddenly tortured himself.

In his heart, he had never given up the idea of ​​building a foundation. He was questioning himself and whether his ideas were as naive as those of Su Mo and others.

"No, I can definitely build my foundation. I'm different from them. I have the Bloodline Jade Talisman."

Xu Changshou's gaze became firm.

……

After returning to his own courtyard, Xu Changshou began to concentrate on drawing talismans.

All the talismans he drew were wind-moving talismans, the kind that Yang Bailao taught him.

He did not draw the wind-traveling talisman that could travel three thousand miles a day. He planned to keep it for his own use and had no intention of selling it until he found a sales channel.

Although the talismans he knew could bring him great wealth, they were also accompanied by great crises.

So, be sure to be cautious.

With Xu Changshou's current ability, drawing fifteen wind-moving talismans every day is just right. It will not delay his cultivation and will not cause excessive damage to his body.

In one month, he drew another 450. At this time, he already had 900 ordinary wind talismans.

Li Daotu assigned him a task of 140 Fengxing Talismans every month, and these Fengxing Talismans were enough to complete the tasks for more than half a year.

Compared with other menial disciples like Yang Bailao, he completed his task much more easily.

The last day of the month.

Xu Changshou found Yang Bailao to complete the task and received a monthly salary of a spirit stone.

"Finally I have some spirit stones. My first pot of gold in life, hahahaha!"

After getting the spirit stone, Xu Changshou felt very happy.

After all, this was the first time I was paid for my labor.

It was much better than being at Mr. Wang's house. Mr. Wang never paid him anything. The most he was paid was four steamed buns, and two of them were deducted by the vicious woman.

No matter what, the Green Immortal Sect is still better than that vicious woman. At least they won't withhold the wages of the menial disciples.

In fact, being a menial disciple is not bad.

Xu Changshou comforted himself in this way.

The next day, the first day of the new year, is a day off.

On every day off, most of the menial disciples of Green Ink Peak would sleep all day to recuperate.

Drawing talismans not only consumes spiritual energy, but also consumes spirit. If you don’t sleep, you won’t be able to hold on.

Of course, Xu Changshou is not among them. It is very easy for him to draw talismans.

The market at Danxia Peak opens on the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month, and he plans to go to the Danxia market.

He needed to buy some Qi Gathering Pills. The two Qi Gathering Pills he had on him had been used up long ago. After using up the Qi Gathering Pills, his cultivation speed became as slow as a turtle's crawl.

If he didn't practice with the Qi Gathering Pill, it would take him at least three years to break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining.

In addition to buying Qi Gathering Pills, Xu Changshou has two other things to do.

The first is to sell talismans. He drew so many talismans that he could not use them all, so naturally he had to sell them.

The second is to find materials related to drawing thunderstorm talismans.

He planned to draw a thunderstorm talisman, but ordinary spiritual pens and jute paper could not bear the power of thunder.

To refine the magic brush, you need the horn of a moon-gazing rhinoceros and the wolf hair of a hundred-year-old yellow-skinned animal.

The hide of the black antelope ox is also needed as a carrier.

Xu Changshou wanted to go to the market to see if there was anything like this.

Soon, Xu Changshou arrived at Danxia Peak by public flying boat.

The public flying boat docks halfway up Danxia Peak, and the market town is at the foot of the mountain.

After getting off the flying boat, Xu Changshou ran down the mountain quickly along the path.

From a distance, Danxia Market was extremely bustling, and the scale of the market had obviously expanded a lot compared to the last time I came.

There were nearly a thousand people in the market town.

Xu Changshou understood that it was because a new batch of menial disciples had taken up their posts. They had earned spirit stones, so naturally they wanted to buy things.

Before entering the market, Xu Changshou found a deserted place, took out a talisman and stuck it on himself.

"Thousand Faces Talisman, change for me."

After putting on the talisman, Xu Changshou transformed into a big red-faced man.

The Thousand Faces Talisman can change one's figure and appearance at will. It can be used for twelve hours. Monks of the same level cannot detect it, and one cannot hide from the great monks of the foundation-building stage.

Xu Changshou wanted to sell talismans, but didn't want people to know his identity, so he chose to use the Thousand Faces Talisman to disguise himself.

Danxia Market is mainly a place for disciples in the Qi Refining stage to trade. Great cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage generally do not come here, and it does not matter even if they do. No Foundation Establishment stage cultivator would care whether a menial disciple like him has disguised himself or not.

After changing his appearance, Xu Changshou strode into Danxia Market.

Various shouts can be heard everywhere.

"Jute paper. Fine jute paper."

"Red-scaled horse, who wants my red-scaled horse?"

"Bai Fuling, come and see it, there is only one of its kind, don't miss it if you pass by."

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Xu Changshou walked and stopped, and finally stopped in front of a puppet horse that was more than one meter tall and covered with fiery red scales.

This red-scaled horse was refined by Qianji Peak. It is very fast and can travel a thousand miles a day.

During the Qi Refining Stage, it would be very convenient to have such a puppet horse.

You know, the Green Immortal Sect’s public flying boat has only one stop on a certain mountain.

Each mountain is very large and hiking is a waste of time. It would be perfect if there were puppet horses to take you there.

"Junior brother, would you like to buy a red-scaled horse?"

The owner of the red-scaled horse is a young man with a big nose, and his cultivation level is the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Seeing Xu Changshou stopping here, he enthusiastically promoted his puppet horse.

"Senior brother, how much is this puppet horse?" Xu Changshou asked.

The big-nosed young man smiled and said, "Not expensive, ten spirit stones."

"Uh...it's too expensive. I can't afford it."

Xu Changshou shook his head, smiled bitterly and left.

This thing is pretty good, but it’s too expensive. I don’t have money now, so I’ll buy it when I have money later.