If you want to sell talismans, even ordinary low-grade talismans can't be sold for a lot of money. It is absolutely impossible to use this to accumulate resources for yourself. Ye Shu has a lot of runes, and he can generate a variety of talismans by just arranging them. Furthermore, because he is proficient in about sixty-four ancient characters, as long as these ancient characters are integrated into the runes, the power of the drawn talisman can be enhanced. In addition, he can also search for materials and make special talisman paper by himself to increase the power of the talisman. With a few enhancements, you can naturally sell it at a high price.
However, this will inevitably attract the attention of interested people. If Ye Shu is not in the realm, it will be difficult to prevent it, and it may be dangerous.
Ye Shu thought for a moment and chose the talisman.
Just because when selling medicinal materials, most of them have a long shelf life, people may not be able to detect that he has a treasure that can be used to quickly cultivate medicinal materials. If he is pregnant with a treasure, he will be more likely to be targeted. Instead, it was a talisman. Even if the traces were eventually discovered, the people here have limited knowledge. How could they know such magical things as "ancient characters"? Most of the time, he would still focus on the runes on the runes. As for why the runes he drew were better than others, it could be attributed to his talent in drawing runes.
Of course, Ye Shu would be extremely careful - it would be better if he could not be discovered. After making up his mind, he practiced all night, and on the second day, he went out to a sundry shop far away.
Ye Shu had seen this shop before. The items in it were quite complete, not expensive, and of good quality. However, the business was relatively deserted because of its poor quality. Now, it was a good choice for Ye Shu.
A flag was inserted diagonally in front of the utility store. The open wooden door could only accommodate two or three people entering at the same time, so it was really narrow. The space inside was a bit bigger, but it only consisted of a few shelves, a table, and a female nun with a somewhat sad face.
When the female cultivator saw a guest coming in, she immediately raised her head. When she found out that the visitor was at the first level of Qi Refining, she seemed a little disappointed, but she was still very enthusiastic in the end: "This fellow Taoist, what do you want?"
Ye Shu had no intention of stalling and said directly: "Do you have this talisman pen?"
Upon hearing this, the female cultivator knew that he really wanted to buy something, and immediately said: "Do you want to draw talismans, fellow Taoist? There are a lot of talismans here. They are made of cinnabar, animal blood, and jade scraps. There are also blends of these three. The price is not high." First, the blended formula is different and more expensive than the single one... I don’t know which one you want? The quality of the talisman pens is also different. The last one is a bamboo tube pen body, with jade on the back, and then there are monster bones on it. The nib on it is also different.”
Ye Shu knew that most of the talismans were made of these three types of things. Hearing the words, he said: "Give me some cinnabar first. I need ten sheets of low-grade talisman paper and a bamboo tube talisman pen."
After hearing what he said, the female cultivator calculated the price and said: "The cinnabar is one tael of silver, the lower-grade talisman paper is one and a half taels of silver, the total is five taels, the bamboo tube pen is five taels of silver, the total is eleven taels of silver."
Ye Shu nodded: "Wrap it up."
Naturally, the female cultivator wrapped the things immediately. After showing Ye Shu one by one, she wrapped them for him.
Ye Shu took the things, gave them the money, turned around and left.
The female cultivator was a little happy to have made a deal.
It is true that this little monk at the first level of Qi Refining did not spend much money, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Her place is too remote, and it would be good to earn a little more.
She put the money away, and a child came out. He leaned on the door frame and timidly poked his head out: "Mother."
The female cultivator hurried over and picked up the child: "Baoer, are you awake?"
The child nodded weakly.
The female cultivator didn't think about anything else and quickly dressed him and took care of him. She was still saying: "Don't be afraid, Bao'er. Grow up well. It will be fine when your father comes out of confinement..."
No matter how weak the child is, he nods his head: "Bao'er, be good and grow up well, Bao'er knows."
Here the mother and son are loving each other, but over there Ye Shu has quickly returned to his small home.
He didn't have much money on him, so he had to take the opportunity to draw some talismans and sell them. For the time being, he could only draw talismans and sell them during the day, and practice quietly at night.
Outside the house, Ye Shu put everything on the table.
The quality of the talisman ink is ordinary, but not inferior; looking at the talisman paper, it is also ordinary, with a little aura; the talisman pen is slightly rough, but at least it does not affect the drawing of the talisman.
It's not bad to get something like this for only eleven taels of silver. The female cultivator in the shop never bullied him into refining his Qi and gave him inferior goods. She was willing to inspect the goods first when she sold them. You can trade often.
After thinking about it like this, Ye Shu put the female cultivator aside, took out a talisman himself, dipped his pen in ink, and quickly drew on the talisman paper - flowing clouds and flowing water, smoothly and freely, with one stroke.
When I finished writing, a rune was successfully completed. This rune absorbed a bunch of spiritual energy, and immediately became aura of superb aura and excellent quality.
Ye Shu looked at it and was quite satisfied, and then he drew the second, third, fourth... The ten low-grade talismans didn't take more than half an hour. After he finished drawing, his total eight rays of mana were gone. Exhausted.
Among the talismans drawn, there are five fierce fire talismans and five small thunder talismans, both of which are attack and killing talismans.
The structure of these talismans is also simple. Each one contains just one rune. There are many stronger talismans of the same type. However, although the aura here is much stronger than that of the mortal realm, the overall level of cultivation is not high. If you build a foundation, you can be called a real person. Thinking about it, it was just a remote place. He didn't know that the most complicated low-grade talisman here was composed of several runes. Naturally, he had to be more vigilant and do the most common ones first.
After finishing the painting, Ye Shu sat cross-legged and meditated, swallowed half a drop of Chaos Water, and replenished his magic power. Then he made a disguise for himself, and when he turned into a skinny young monk, he took these ten low-grade talismans to a gathering place for low-class stalls in the market just after noon.
After arriving, Ye Shu found the steward there and rented a stall with three taels of silver. The stall could only stay until Xu hour. Once the time was up, he had to leave.
Ye Shu had no objection, took the wooden voucher and walked in.
This is a street with stalls on both sides. There is about one stall per foot. The stalls can be larger or smaller, as you wish.
He found a place near the middle, spread out a three-foot-long cloth, and placed two stacks of talismans on it.
The fire talisman on the left and the small thunder talisman on the right all have a faint spiritual light, but they are not very conspicuous.
As soon as it was put out, the two stall owners nearby looked over.
One of them was selling elixirs and the other was selling weapons. When they saw that the newcomer was holding out a talisman and would not take away the business, they looked away indifferently.
Ye Shu sat cross-legged and sat back, not talking to the people on both sides, acting completely withdrawn.
While slowly running the technique, he waited silently.
After about a stick of incense, there were gradually more monks on this dilapidated street where stalls gathered.
There are generally few good things sold at street stalls, so most of the monks who come here are below the third level of Qi Refining. Occasionally, there will be some items on the stalls that low-level monks don't recognize. If you buy them back, they will be appraised and found to be treasures. , so occasionally some monks above the fourth level of Qi Refining will come here and take a look.
Ye Shu's consciousness swept around.
The people coming and going now are all below the third level of Qi Refining.
Not long after, a monk came here.
He did not come to Ye Shu, but to the stall selling elixirs nearby. He looked carefully at the small porcelain bottles, trying to open them one by one and distinguish them.
The stall owner was a little impatient: "Do you want to buy it? There are only low-grade Condensation Pills and low-grade Changchun Pills. Don't look at them if you don't want to buy them."
The monk frowned: "Aren't there those special ones?"
The stall owner was even more impatient: "What's special?"
The monk said: "It instantly increases your magic power."
The stall owner curled his lips: "You still want to buy this kind of elixir from the stall?" He just barely managed to say "poor guy".
The monk who came to inquire looked about thirty years old. He was wearing an ordinary blue shirt and had only reached the second level of Qi refining. He also had no weapons with him, which showed that he was not a wealthy person.
It's no wonder that the stall owner was annoyed by his repeated questions and didn't want to pay attention to him. There was really nothing to gain.
The blue-shirted monk had an angry look on his face, as if he wanted to argue with the stall owner. However, he knew the rules here and after enduring it, he was ready to get up and leave. Before leaving, he inadvertently glanced at the stall next to him, but he noticed a flash of light and unexpectedly came to the stall where Ye Shu was.
The blue-shirted monk squatted down and asked in surprise: "What are you selling here... are low-grade spiritual talismans?"
Ye Shu said: "Yes."
The blue-shirted monk showed a hint of joy: "How can I sell this low-grade spiritual talisman?"
Ye Shu inquired about the price of a low-grade spiritual talisman, thought for a moment, and said, "Twenty taels of silver a piece."
The monk in blue suddenly opened his eyes wide and blurted out: "Twenty taels? The normal price of low-grade spiritual talismans is only ten taels, but you have doubled the price for nothing. This, this..."
Ye Shu said: "One tael of silver is worth one cent. This talisman is three points more powerful than ordinary talismans, so it has this price."
The monk in blue shirt originally wanted to leave, but after hearing what Ye Shu said, he couldn't move anymore.
Spiritual talismans are rare. Although he said that a low-grade spiritual talisman costs ten taels of silver, this is just the price that some shops charge for the talisman. If you buy the talisman in a store, it will cost you twelve taels of silver. But if it is really powerful, it will cost you three cents. Two silver dollars is not too much. Now that he is short of money, he wants to bet against others. Once he loses, his path to spiritual practice may be cut off. His cultivation level is the same as that of the person who gambles and fights, but that person is about to advance to the third level, and he is only worthy of the second level. The difference is not small. He will probably lose, so he wants to buy a pill that can immediately enhance his magic power. An elixir for days of weakness. If this kind of elixir were bought in a store, it would cost hundreds of taels of silver. Now he only had a total of more than 200 taels of silver, so he wanted to look for it in this stall, but to his surprise, he didn't find it and was humiliated... …
The monk in blue shirt was in a dilemma.
Buy it or not? Is this talisman really that useful?
Seeing his hesitation, Ye Shu said, "You can try one first. If it works, I'll give you the money. If it doesn't, I won't charge you any money."
When the monk in blue shirt heard this, his heart skipped a beat: "No need, I'll buy all ten of them. If they are useful, I will come here often in the future."
Ye Shu nodded: "You will not be disappointed."
The monk in blue shirt gave himself most of his wealth and went out, showing a wry smile.
He was making a desperate move. The opponent had something to defend himself from, and ordinary low-grade spiritual talismans were useless. He couldn't buy the elixir, so he would definitely die if he continued like this. As for the stall owner saying that he could try a talisman, he had thought about it, but in a life-and-death battle, one more talisman might be able to save his life. The stall owner was so confident that he might as well...believe the stall owner.
