When I woke up early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and there was only a hint of fish belly white on the horizon.
Shan Heyuan sat on the cushion in the courtyard according to his usual habit, with his heart raised to the sky. According to the introductory book on cultivation of Taihe Sect, he carefully felt the presence of spiritual energy and tried to draw it into his body.
The clouds on the horizon slowly changed from white to orange and back to white again, and the sun filled Shan Heyuan's body.
He woke up from his trance and looked around. The round dewdrops slowly dropped from the grass blades and disappeared into the soil. He still did not feel the presence of any spiritual energy.
Shan Heyuan looked down at himself, stood up, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
After breakfast, Shan Heyuan went to Lingzhi Field with a basket on his back.
The effect of the spirit gathering array set up last time was good, and the spirit plants grew lush and green. As soon as he entered the spirit plant field, he smelled the slightly bitter medicinal fragrance of soil ginseng, and his ears and eyes suddenly became clear, and his spirit was lifted.
It seems that the quality of the soil ginseng he grows is very good.
Shan Heyuan walked around the elixir field with satisfaction, pulling out the scattered weeds that had grown up, catching insects, and then started picking the buds of the soil ginseng from the head of the ridge.
At this stage, there are too many leaves of Turing Ginseng, and they are still growing upwards. The top buds have to be removed so that they can grow sideways and the whole plant will be dense enough.
There is no need to throw away the picked buds. The whole plant contains spiritual energy, and the young shoots are a good vegetable. When he went to buy spiritual vegetables, he often saw people carrying the young shoots of the ginseng to sell, and the business was very good.
After picking enough buds for a basketful of buds, Shan Heyuan picked a few more old pumpkin melons, carried them in his bag, and carried them to the town to sell.
There are several vegetable markets in Jingzhishan Town. Shan Heyuan carried vegetables to the one he frequented. He found a deserted place in the alley outside the market, put down his things and started setting up a stall.
Those who came early had already packed up the stalls, and people were coming after Shan Heyuan.
There were everything for sale around, including all kinds of elixirs, pills, talismans, magic weapons, and even spiritual swords. The treasures were shining so brightly that Shan Heyuan felt like his eyes were going blind.
He looked at it for a few times and then looked away.
Although these things are good, they are far from what he can afford, not to mention that as a mortal, he can afford them, but it is useless to buy them.
Shan Heyuan found a good location, with a shop behind it.
It was midsummer, and the wooden refrigeration cabinet in the shop was slowly releasing air-conditioning. He set up his stall outside and enjoyed some of the afterglow.
The air-conditioning was quite cool, so Shan Heyuan turned his head and took another look.
Although he cannot practice, he has read many formation books recently and knows the general principles.
There are two talismans stuck inside this air-conditioning cabinet, an ice talisman and a wind talisman. The ice talisman freezes the water in the cabinet into ice, and the wind talisman sends out the cold breath.
In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't need an air-conditioner. A monk who can draw these two kinds of talismans can just draw the talisman and stick it in a suitable place to make a simple air-conditioner. It is much more convenient than the refrigerator Shan Heyuan saw in his previous life.
After all, there is no way on earth to produce all kinds of refrigerators anytime and anywhere.
When Shan Heyuan was lost in thought, a voice came from the front: "Little fellow Taoist, how much do you want for these soil ginseng buds?"
He quickly looked up and saw a monk sitting sideways on a lion looking down at his ginseng buds.
The lion under the monk didn't know if he was impatient with waiting. He yawned widely and licked his mouth with his tongue full of barbs. His amber eyes stared at Shan Heyuan.
Shan Heyuan had goosebumps on his skin. He quickly avoided the lion's sight and smiled at the monk: "One catty is seventeen, two catties are thirty-two, three catties is forty-five. How many catties do you want, fellow Taoist?"
Monk: "Did the price increase today?"
Shan Heyuan grabbed a handful and showed it to him: "Where? This month it has been seventeen pounds. My ginseng buds are fat, tender and crispy, and have enough energy. Seventeen is definitely not expensive. If you buy two more pounds , put it in the storage ring and eat it slowly, it’s cheaper than buying a pound alone.”
The monk picked up a bunch of ginseng buds and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and smacked it for a moment, then said, "Okay, just three kilograms."
Shan Heyuan raised his head and smiled at him, weighed three kilograms quickly, gave an extra handful, and put away the spirit beads.
After the first business was opened, several monks who were watching came over to check the condition of the ginseng buds.
The ginseng buds he planted were really good, fresh and tender, and full of energy. Many monks bought three to six kilos of them at a time. His basket of ginseng buds didn't have much in total, and they were sold out quickly.
On the other hand, Sujingua, because there were too many people selling it, and his products had no advantages, it didn't open for a long time.
He simply gave the vegetarian melon as a gift to customers who bought more than six kilograms of ginseng buds.
Before noon, Shan Heyuan had sold out all of his ginseng buds, earning 367 spiritual beads.
There were more than he expected. It seemed that the business dealing with monks was indeed more profitable.
It was a rare opportunity to earn the Lingzhu. Shan Heyuan found a delicious noodle shop behind the market and ordered a bowl of Lingcai noodles.
After eating and taking a short rest, he went to a second-hand store by a familiar route.
Ma Rupei brought him to this store. At that time, he had just moved out and wanted to buy everything. He didn't have any spiritual beads, so Ma Rupei brought him to this store and asked him to buy all the necessary items to deal with it first.
After Shan Heyuan came a few times, he found that the products in this store were really good and the prices were low, which was much more affordable than buying new ones outside.
What he most often comes to this store now to buy are talisman pieces, ink and other necessary materials for setting up the spirit gathering array.
The boss was behind the counter. After Shan Heyuan came in, the boss raised his head to say hello to him, then lowered his head to look at the photo stone beside him.
Picture stones are somewhat similar to televisions, but each picture stone has specific content. Unlike televisions on earth, you can receive many channels by buying one machine.
Shan Heyuan glanced curiously. There was a battle on the photo board. Two young monks were fighting. Judging from the environment, it should be a battle, not a life and death battle.
The boss noticed Shan Heyuan's gaze and said, "The shadow stone of Fengjian Academy."
Shan Heyuan nodded to show that he knew, and went to pick out second-hand talismans from the basket on the side.
There are many kinds of base materials for talismans. The most common ones are paper talismans, followed by wooden talismans. Both of these are common and affordable materials. Then there are special materials such as jade talisman, stone talisman, cloth talisman, and metal talisman. He Yuan heard that there was a great talisman cultivator who could draw the talisman directly on the calamity thunder.
However, he has no use for these at the moment.
He just wanted to find some suitable wooden talisman pieces to use to set up the spirit gathering array.
In fact, the price of paper charms will be much lower, but paper charms contain less spiritual energy, and they are easier to damage when it rains. Once the spirit gathering array cannot keep up, it will affect the growth of soil ginseng.
All in all, it is more cost-effective to use wooden talismans.
The boss's talismans are all put in baskets and sold by the pound.
There are five sizes of wooden talismans, the most expensive is 799 pounds, and the cheapest is 391 pounds. Shan Heyuan walked to the basket of 169 pounds, intending to pick two pounds.
He has no cultivation and cannot draw the talisman. After buying the talisman pieces, he has to go to the village to ask the talisman master to help him draw the talisman.
The talisman master in the village has good skills and charges relatively low prices, but he has a bad temper. If the talisman he gives is not very good, he may give up his burden.
Shan Heyuan carefully picked out as many flat and wide talisman pieces as possible.
While he was rummaging around, he suddenly heard a slight cracking sound, and then his finger hurt, and blood suddenly poured out.
After realizing what had happened, he took out his hand and saw that all five of his fingers were cut. The deepest cut was on his index finger. The finger pad was almost cut in half, and the blood was as gurgling as spring water. Come out.
No wonder it hurts so much!
He quickly pinched his hands and raised them aside to prevent blood from dripping into the basket and contaminating the talisman.
The boss who was looking at the shadow stone came over quickly and said, "Has it been cut?"
Shan Heyuan endured the pain and nodded: "I accidentally touched a sharp talisman."
The boss squeezed his hand and looked at it: "It's not serious. I'll give you some hemostatic cream."
With that said, the boss took out a small jade box from the drawer and opened it to find Biyingying's ointment.
The boss was not particular about it, so he dug out a lump of ointment with his thick fingers and applied it to his wound. Then he took out a piece of cloth, wrapped it neatly, and wrapped it up his hand.
Boss: "Okay. You can take off the cloth when you get back. It should be almost ready for the night. Do you still want these talismans? I'll give you a 20% discount."
Shan Heyuan nodded: "Yes! Can I get some more?"
The boss waved his hand: "Take it, be careful, don't cut your hand again."
Shan Heyuan himself didn’t want to have another cut.
He carefully turned it over with his good hand, trying to take out as many large, flat talismans as possible.
When he was cut, his blood flowed into the basket. In order not to affect the next customer, he took out all the bloody charms.
In the end, he bought three kilograms and seven taels of talisman tablets, which should be enough for him for two months.
It was getting late, so Shan Heyuan did not wander around the town. He hurriedly bought the necessary daily necessities and went back with Artemia.
When he returned to the village, he originally wanted to send the talisman piece directly to the talisman master. Unexpectedly, when he walked over, he found that the talisman master was not at home, so he had to take the talisman piece home first.
I worked in a hurry today without stopping at all.
After finishing dinner and tidying up the house, Shan Heyuan untied the bandage wrapped around his injury and planned to take a shower.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I untied it and wiped off the ointment, blood started to flow out again.
After being wrapped for most of the day, the wound showed no signs of healing! This is an elixir containing spiritual plant ingredients.
There must be something wrong!
Shan Heyuan was panicking. Just as he raised his hand, trying to find a new strip of cloth to wrap up the wound before going to the hospital for a check-up, he heard a "whoosh" sound breaking through the air.
He subconsciously raised his head, and a wooden talisman flew out from the pile of talismans, crashed directly into his hand, stuck to his wound, and sucked his blood.
The suction force was so strong that Shan Heyuan could feel the blood on his body flowing out of the wound quickly and being sucked away by the talisman.
Half of his arms were cold and numb because he sucked it too fast.
It happened in a split second.
Shan Heyuan yelled, and immediately stretched out his other hand, grabbed the talisman, and tried to tear it apart.
At this critical moment, a red figure emerged and grabbed the talisman together.
Shan Heyuan instinctively looked up, and in a hurry, he only met a pair of eyes like cold stars.
Before he could react further, his hand collided with Hong Ying's.
However, both hands failed to grasp it. The wooden talisman squeezed towards the wound a second before they grabbed it, and sank directly into Shan Heyuan's body.
Shan Heyuan could even feel the swelling and pain in his veins when the wooden talisman was drilled into his arm!
He was horrified and subconsciously raised his head to meet the eyes of the figure in red.
The man in red also frowned, staring at Shan Heyuan's hand, as if he was about to take action.
Oops!
Shan Heyuan sensed danger and reacted very quickly. He grabbed his hand to the side, trying to grab the communication talisman placed on the table and asked Ma Rupei for help.
The man in red reacted faster than him, and his iron-like hand grasped his wrist tightly, restraining his movements.
Shan Heyuan struggled twice but couldn't break free at all.
The man in red still frowned and said, "Can Jian is bound to you."
So that piece of wooden talisman is a broken sword?
Shan Heyuan couldn't wrap his mind around it for a moment. He didn't know what the man meant, but he felt keenly that the man didn't seem to have any ill intentions.
Only then did he have the time to look at the man in front of him.
The man was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and waist, and handsome eyebrows. He was wearing an old dark red robe, and he exuded the aura of a master.
The man frowned and stared at his hands.
Shan Heyuan didn't know where this man came from, nor his identity. All he could tell was that this man was definitely better than him, and his appearance here was related to the wooden talisman.
He raised his hand, which was still dripping with blood, and carefully called out: "Senior?"
The man looked down at him, his brows furrowing even more tightly: "You have no cultivation level?"
Shan Heyuan: "I am a mortal."
The man looked him up and down, threw the strip of cloth lying beside him, and motioned for him to wrap his wounds: "Since you are a mortal, how could the broken sword get into your Dantian?"
Shan Heyuan looked confused, even more confused than the man.
The man looked at his expression: "I am the sword spirit of this sword. The broken sword is in your Dantian. I can't live without it. I have to stay with you for a while."
Shan Heyuan knew that this was not a discussion with him, so he nodded honestly and said, "What do you call me, senior?"
Man: "Shen Duheng."
Shan Heyuan: "Senior Shen, um, if the broken sword is in my Dantian, will it have any impact on me?"
Shen Duheng looked at him: "It is already a broken sword. It does not require much spiritual power and has little impact."
Shan Heyuan: "I am a mortal and have no spiritual power."
Shen Duheng: "Then it will have to suck your blood and barely survive."
