Zhao Lin looked at the messenger talisman, his heart skipped a beat, and he was slightly surprised.
This letter comes from Chiwei Island, and the sender’s signature is Chu Hongtian.
Chu Hongtian is the owner of Chiwei Island and a dignified monk from the Purple Mansion. Why is he writing to himself?
Zhao Lin thanked the messenger, turned around and walked back to the room, opened the letter and read it carefully.
In the letter, Chu Hongtian first expressed his gratitude to Zhao Lin. He killed fourteen underground secret sect monks and severely dealt a blow to the other party's arrogance. It was a very satisfying move.
However, it also attracted crazy revenge from the Di An Sect.
In recent months, the Di An Sect has sent many strong fighters into the Yongdeng Ansha.
After several fierce battles, Chenghua Sect lost many men, so that fewer and fewer monks were willing to come to Chiwei Island to perform tasks.
The Di An Sect took this opportunity to sneak into Cheng Hua Sect's Zhutan and spy on the mechanisms inside.
Chu Hongtian was worried that if things continued like this, the Di An Sect would find a way to crack it, and then arrange mechanisms in turn, Zhutan would slowly become the territory of the Di An Sect.
The two bead beaches that were lost in the past were eroded bit by bit in this way.
At the end of the letter, Chu Hongtian hoped that Zhao Lin would come to Chiwei Island again to suppress the invasion of the Di An Sect.
Don’t worry about remuneration, you can be rewarded three times for your good deeds!
Chu Hongtian guaranteed in the name of the island owner that he would never break his promise.
"Triple rewards!"
Zhao Lin took a deep breath and exhaled softly.
I have to say that this reward is quite generous and tempting enough.
But the danger hidden in it is also great!
Before Qingchi died, he released a fish-eye talisman to record the battle. The Di An Sect must have a way to find out the truth.
He killed fourteen monks by himself, and with the temperament of the Di An Sect's vengeance, he would definitely not let it go.
Maybe a trap has been laid, waiting for you to take the bait.
Although he has the specialty of echolocation and can detect the enemy's situation in advance, there are thousands of Taoist methods in the world of immortality, and similar spells are not uncommon. There is no guarantee that someone with stronger hearing than himself will not appear!
As the saying goes, a good swimmer drowns in the water, but he cannot make such a mistake.
There is also the most critical point: he has not yet broken through to the fifth level of Qi Refining and cannot use perfection-level spells. What if he encounters an enemy who has perfected Water Moon Slash and Fubo Technique?
Zhao Lin could understand why Chu Hongtian invited him.
Although Chenghua Sect is powerful and has many monks, it still has to face enemies from all directions, southeast, northwest and northwest.
The Di An Sect is in a much better environment, and it is enough to concentrate on dealing with the Cheng Hua Sect.
The two sides are competing for more than one Chiwei Island.
This is the benefit of powerful spells. Although the sect is as powerful as Lin Lin, there are some tasks that can only be performed by Qi Refining Realm monks.
Zhao Lin unfolded his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and answered a letter seriously.
He thanked Chu Hongtian for his favor, and tactfully expressed that he had reached a critical juncture in his cultivation and could not escape for the time being. As long as his cultivation was successful, he would definitely go to Chiwei Island.
On the one hand, this reply was due to human nature. After all, the other party was a monk from the Purple Mansion on the side of Mu Shou. It was right to have more good relationships.
On the other hand, he also felt that this mission suited him very well, and he wanted to return to Akao Island as long as there was a chance.
One mission can meet the needs of a year of practice. Such missions are not easy to find.
Of course, the premise is to ensure safety, and the time has not yet come.
Today happened to be a day off and there was no need to go to the Lingdao Academy to listen to lectures. Zhao Lin wrote the letter and went out.
The post office for sending letters is at Songyu Peak, not far from the market.
When Zhao Lin passed by the market, he bought a messenger charm.
There are many kinds of messenger talismans, and the price ranges from twenty spirit coins to two hundred spirit coins. The difference lies in the flight speed and flight distance.
Chiwei Island is an island more than a thousand miles away. Zhao Lin bought a messenger charm worth one hundred spirit coins to ensure that the letter would arrive in time.
In fact, there is a cheaper option: share a messenger charm with other letters, recycle it several times in the middle, and then send it separately when it is near the destination.
The disadvantage is that it is very slow. It takes seven or eight days to send a letter.
Writing a letter to the monk Zifu still costs a lot of money.
Arriving at the top of the peak, Zhao Lin saw a tall teleportation tower from a distance.
The tower is seven stories high and has a large communication array that continuously emits spiritual energy fluctuations to the surroundings.
When the messenger talisman, Hongyan talisman, and Qianli talisman sense the fluctuations in spiritual power, they will pursue them, fly into the teleportation tower, and then be sent by the messenger to the monk who receives the letter.
Each county of Chenghua Sect has a teleportation tower, forming a large network that closely connects the entire sect.
In Zhao Lin's view, such communication capabilities are almost comparable to the technology of previous lives.
The post office is on the first floor of the messaging tower. The hall is spacious and bright, and messengers come and go from time to time.
There is a long counter opposite the door. Four postmen serving as monks from Fanlingen sit behind the counter and receive the monks who come to send letters.
The post office sends and receives a large number of official documents, newspapers and letters every day, and sometimes magic is required.
Fanlinggen monks do not need a lot of time to practice like ordinary monks, so they are very suitable for this kind of long-term desk work.
"Help me stamp this letter with the seal of Chiwei Island."
Zhao Lin walked to the counter, took out the messenger talisman, and said to a post official.
The so-called seal mark is a rough location coordinate.
The messenger talisman flies thousands of miles. If there is no mark, it will be like a headless fly, flying to the nearest messenger tower before the spiritual energy is exhausted.
"Chiwei Island, so far away? Fellow Taoist, have you been there before?"
The post official who received Zhao Lin had small eyes and slender cheeks. Hearing this, he asked curiously.
"This has nothing to do with sending letters, right? How much does it cost?"
Zhao Lin frowned slightly, feeling that this man talked a bit too much, so he ignored his question and handed over the messenger talisman directly.
"Five spirit coins."
The long-faced post official felt bored, picked up his pen and asked, "Your surname is your Taoist friend, please make a record here."
Zhao Lin said his name and paid five spiritual coins.
The long-faced postman wrote a few strokes, then stood up, found a jade seal from the cabinet behind him, injected spiritual power into it, and stamped it on the messenger talisman.
I saw a flash of inspiration, and three looming characters "Akawei Island" appeared on the talisman.
"Thank you."
Zhao Lin cupped his hands, turned around and walked out of the hall.
When he came to a deserted place, he slapped the messenger talisman with his palm. The talisman suddenly turned into a stream of light, rushed into the sky, and flew towards the southeast.
Zhao Lin looked at it for a while, until he couldn't see anything, then he walked down the mountain.
In the post hall, the long-faced post official suddenly changed his expression, turned to his three colleagues and said, "Oh, there's an internal emergency. You guys go ahead and support me, I'll go out for a while."
"A lazy donkey and a lazy horse poop and pee a lot."
The postman sitting next to him smiled and cursed, waving his hand and saying: "Go back quickly, we will be busy soon."
"Okay, no more delay!"
The long-faced postman held his stomach and ran out of the post for more than three miles.
He glanced back and saw that no one was following him, so he slowed down and his expression returned to normal.
After a while, I walked into an elixir shop called "Heqitang" in the market.
The store was deserted, with only one young clerk tending the shelves, and the shopkeeper, an old man, sitting at the counter, looking through an account attentively.
"Shopkeeper, do you have any longevity elixirs for sale?"
The long-faced postman walked straight to the counter and asked.
"Yes, yes, the price is not cheap. It costs two hundred spirit coins."
The shopkeeper put down his account book, raised his head and replied.
"Will you sell the three spirit coins?"
The long-faced postman looked at the shopkeeper and continued to ask.
"No sale, no sale!"
The shopkeeper said as he stood up and took a look outside the door.
"Don't worry, it's just me."
The long-faced postman lowered his voice.
"Be careful of the ten thousand year old ship, come in."
The shopkeeper opened the curtain of the inner room and let the long-faced postman in.
Then he waved his hand and released a spell, setting up a barrier around the two of them to isolate the sounds inside and outside.
The long-faced postman waited for the spell to be completed and said, "Someone sent a letter to Chiwei Island today."
The shopkeeper's eyelids twitched and he asked, "What's your name and what does it look like?"
"Zhao Lin is tall and tall, and looks like he is a disciple of Lingdao Academy."
"His name is Zhao Lin?"
"Yes what's the matter?"
"Nothing. Do you know who he wrote to?"
"How did I know this? The envelope was in the talisman, so I asked one more question, but it didn't look good on me."
"Well, you did a good job..."
Not long after, the long-faced postman walked out of the shop with two hundred spiritual coins in his arms.
“A man is not rich without external wealth, and a horse is not fat without night grass.”
The long-faced postman said to himself proudly.
He didn't know what the shopkeeper was doing asking about these things, and he didn't want to know. Anyway, he just wanted to earn spiritual coins.
It's just a little bit of information, it's not a big deal.
I am just a Mortal Spiritual Root monk with a meager salary. If I don't make some extra money, how can I afford those expensive pills? (End of chapter)
