Immortality, Starting from the Side Sect

That's all, give Mrs. Shi Sanniang a few more Bigu Pills when you check out in the future.

How about increasing the proportion of grain essence to 90%?

Chen Ci thought for a while, but gave up the idea. If the taste was two points worse, Shi Sanniang would think that she had given her a bad elixir, and it would not look good if she made a fuss. It would be better to give her more, which would look good. It doesn’t count as tricking an acquaintance.

Frosting sugar, grain, brocade, wine.

After loading several large carts, Mrs. Shi Sanniang was satisfied. Although she was the master of Yunshi Mountain, she could not control it with strength as much as with convenience. With these supplies, her enjoyment would be more comfortable.

Qingquan Village?

When they were leaving, Shi Sanniang frowned slightly when she heard Chen Ci's inquiry and explained: Qingquan Village has never allowed others to approach the Lingquan Stream. She said she was afraid that people would pollute the Lingquan and secretly learn the medicinal planting technology, so I also I am not very familiar with him, but the Miao village owner has a pretty good reputation, and he will not refuse anyone who asks for medicine. Last year, he even invited a few familiar colleagues to go into the mountains to collect medicine and sand. Although it took a lot of time, everyone still agreed. There are some gains.”

last year?

Chen Ci touched his chin: Is it the time you hit Xie, Sanniang? How are the other comrades?

It's okay. I accidentally bumped into the Inferi in the Dark River that time. What's wrong? What happened?

Mrs. Shi Sanni thought about it carefully: It's just that I haven't seen the village master for a while, and there are obviously fewer wild animals near Qingquan Village.

Don't go there lately. There are some uneasy and strange things happening in Qingquan Village.

Chen Ci made a few remarks but didn't say much. After all, he himself didn't know what it was about.

Seeing the seriousness of Chen Ci's words, Mrs. Shi Sanni took it to heart, nodded seriously, and made up her mind to stay away from Lingquan Stream these days.

Could it be that he was trying to collect herbs and find sand to attract evil spirits?

The time was right, it happened to be a period before and after the autumn harvest, and during that time when the Huang family caravan went to Qingquan Village to purchase medicinal materials, no weird things happened.

But it's not very similar. The so-called evil spirits are just some evil smells without knowing it, similar to the interference of the ghosts to the monks.

The appearance of the human skin and blood is a bit unrelated, and if you think about it more closely, it looks more like some kind of flesh and blood evil.

Chen Ci thought about it for a while but didn't bother to think about it. She just knew that the soul-fixing talisman had a professional counterpart.

The business opportunities he wanted never came, which made Chen Ci feel a little melancholy. The inventory of soul-fixing talismans on hand could only be maintained at about 20 pieces. Every day, the talismans were scrapped due to loss of ideas.

In business, if you don't make money, you will lose money.

Chen Ci decided to add these costs to the selling price when the time came.

Three more days passed.

In Sanyin Temple, Chen Ci felt frustrated that he was gearing up to do something big, but his business ambitions withered before he even started.

It has been almost a month since Qingquan Village became strange.

The high-gong Taoist of Longhu Mountain and the deacon of Wenxiang Cult were promised, so you guys should come.

This script is wrong. Why is it the opposite of what I expected?

Chen Ci walked around twice with his hands behind his back. He didn't get the feeling of strategizing at all, but instead wasted his expectations.

But this is good. No one is in a hurry, which means that the things in Qingquan Village are not serious and not very dangerous.

Maybe.

Sir, the head of the Huang family wants to see you.

I understand, let him wait.

Chen Ci let out a breath and let it dry for a while before walking to the front hall. However, when he saw the head of the Huang family, he was a little stunned. He hadn't seen him for just a few days. He looked more than ten years older. Although there were some wrinkles on Huang Defa's face, he was still energetic. As a monk who had entered Taoism and had worked in the shopping mall for many years, he had a certain magnanimity.

But today, when I look at him, he looks just like a little old man. His hair is much whiter. It seems that he is really scared these days.

The feeling of not being able to control one's fate is truly cruel.

Master Chen, this is last month's supply. Please accept it.

Huang Defa didn't dare to slack off because Chen Ci didn't help. He didn't even lose half a tael of Yuan Chensha, which was still an excess of thirteen kilograms and forty taels.

Only through practice can we transcend.

Chen Ci warned himself before taking Yuan Chensha and asked with a smile: Fellow Daoist Huang, Deacon Lin of your teaching should be arriving soon.

Deacon Lin is busy with academic affairs. This is not something that I can know. Mr. Chen, if there is nothing important, I will leave first.

Huang Defa bowed respectfully and left without disturbing him too much. After seeing Yuan Chensha off, he resigned voluntarily.

Ah.

Chen Ci shook his head and chuckled. He was neither a tree nor a bastard. Although the head of the Huang family was still respectful, in fact the two families were still somewhat separated, which he could still feel.

But it's not a big deal.

Moreover, judging from his demeanor, it seemed that nothing major had happened. It seemed that Lin Banshan would be arriving soon.

Chen Ci was a little moved, this business is coming soon!

But if Lin Banshan asks me to take action, will I agree or refuse?

The first time I played a dungeon in a group in the world of immortality, to be honest, it was a little exciting.

I'm a master, calm down.

It's better to refuse. I'll sell him a few soul-fixing talismans at a cheap price. It's interesting enough, so I'll just give him 600 taels each. If I buy five, I'll get one more for free.

Chen Ci pondered for a moment. Although Lin Banshan gave him a good feeling and was a person he could make friends with, he still didn't know the roots of the Wenxiang Sect. He would discuss the matter of forming a group to launch a book.

That night.

Chen Ci was in the alchemy room, practicing the medicine-taking spell to extract the essence of grains, when he suddenly chuckled and said, Fellow Daoist Lin is here from afar, why don't you come in and sit down?

After a while, the door of the alchemy room was gently pushed open, and a figure simply walked in and said with a loud smile: Fellow Daoist Chen has made great progress. It is gratifying. My little skill of hiding is actually very good. I don’t have the discernment of fellow Taoists.”

Not Lin Banshan or whoever.

After not seeing each other for several months, Chen Ci had experienced a series of breakthroughs, but he could still vaguely feel that this person's Qi cultivation was actually not as high as he had previously expected. It was just that his Qi was more beating and the peaks were higher.

He must have about fifty or so Qi cultivation levels.

Fellow Daoist Lin is joking.

Chen Ci smiled reservedly, brewed a pot of old tea that had been prepared long ago, and served him the tea, taking his time.

Show your masterly style.

As for the fact that he chuckles and shouts every five minutes, will he tell others?

It's impossible, okay.

“Good tea.”

Lin Banshan picked up the tea and took a sip, then chuckled and said: I just watched Brother Chen practicing alchemy, but I was afraid of disturbing the progress, so I stood outside the door for a moment. Brother Chen called me several times in succession. He was so kind and polite. I just have to show up.”

Chen Ci: . No, you are a clown, right? You don't come out even when you call me I?

Actually, it wasn't long before I heard Brother Chen call me four or five times, haha.

Lin Banshan put down his tea cup with great interest. This disciple of the Heshan Sect was more interesting than he thought. He was indeed a wonderful person.

You can hand it over.

Chen Ci: . The thumbs were clasped tightly and split immediately.

This, this, this. Are you sick? You stood outside for almost two quarters of an hour at night?

Why don't you follow the routine? Play me!

Damn, increase the price. I will increase the price severely later. A soul-fixing talisman starts at 800 taels, and I won’t give away one!