A sleepless night.
The next morning, Chen Lin got up early and prepared to go to the market to buy materials, but before he could go out, someone knocked on the door.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, it's me, Zhao Zhengyuan."
What is the other party going to do
Chen Lin was a little confused, but still walked over and opened the door.
"Brother Zhao, what's up so early?"
The door opened and Chen Lin invited the other person in.
"Oh, don't mention it. I drank too much last night and forgot about the important matter."
Zhao Zhengyuan shook the snow off his hat and said in a deep voice, "It's about the last time we were possessed by evil spirits."
He immediately sneered and said, "But don't worry, I, Zhao, will handle it if there is anything. There is nothing in Kaiyuan City that I, Zhao, can't handle!"
Chen Lin also sneered and returned the greeting, then lowered his head and said nothing.
This matter that had been on his mind came to mind.
The original owner's death was not a normal death.
A month ago, the original owner and several companions went to the wilderness to collect materials. After returning, he became confused and then died inexplicably. He was possessed by him.
Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, he was only sick for a few days and then recovered as before.
However, the companions who went with him all died one after another, leaving only Zhao Zhengyuan in front of him.
So in fact, only the other party survived, which is why he was on guard against the other party.
As for the squinting eyes, sneering smiles and the red line, he had long ignored them. Everyone in the city was the same, and it was impossible to guard against them even if he wanted to.
Except when the red line appeared at midnight, he didn't dare to come out, and he lived like a normal person at other times.
"Why, did you find anything?"
Chen Lin also wanted to know what happened that time, and looked at the other party with an inquiring look.
The change from squinting eyes to sneering smile only lasted for a moment. At this moment, Zhao Zhengyuan had returned to normal. He shook his head and said, "It's not that we have made a discovery, but that someone else has had an accident. The situation is exactly the same as ours at the beginning!"
"What?"
Chen Lin was surprised.
"Someone is in trouble again. Who is he and what is his cultivation level?"
Zhao Zhengyuan looked a little unhappy: "There are quite a few people this time, more than a dozen, the most advanced one is in the late stage of Qi training, and there are cultivators from the five major families among them."
Immediately, he sneered and said, "The five major families are nothing. You can rest assured with me, Old Zhao!"
"There are so many people, and there are people from the five major families?"
Chen Lin's face changed.
The five major families refer to the five major families with foundation-building cultivators in the city, and they are the actual controllers of the city.
"That's right, and these people also got sick after returning from the wilderness. If they all die again, I'm afraid the two of us will be investigated."
Zhao Zhengyuan's tone was somewhat dull.
This is exactly what Chen Lin is worried about.
The people before them were all casual cultivators in the early stages of Qi training, and no one cared whether they lived or died.
Now that something unexpected has happened in the late stage of Qi training, and there are also family cultivators, it will definitely be taken seriously, and an investigation is probably inevitable.
He was not afraid of anything else but he was afraid that his identity as a time traveler would be discovered, or that something different about him and the people here would be discovered. That would be the end of him.
Although the monks here are a group of puppets, they still do things according to normal behavior. Even if he is a little special, he is just a low-level hard-working monk.
"Let's investigate. Isn't it okay if you don't die?"
Although he was nervous, Chen Lin acted as if he didn't care.
Zhao Zhengyuan sighed and said, "That being said, I'm afraid that some people will take chicken feathers as a token of authority and deliberately make things difficult for us, and we will have to take out a lot of spirit stones again."
Chen Lin's face also turned gloomy.
This is almost certain.
Normally, those managers would like to squeeze all the skin out of them, but if they investigate the cause of the evil spirits, they will not stop until they have squeezed them dry.
Without spirit stones, he would not be able to improve his cultivation quickly, and his plan to escape would be disrupted.
"So what are you going to do, leave here?"
Chen Lin looked at the other party and asked tentatively.
If we can organize a group of people to leave together, there will still be a glimmer of hope even if their cultivation is weak.
He didn't want to stay in this strange place for a moment.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhengyuan kept shaking his head.
"Leave? Are you kidding? The snow is so heavy, I don't want to go out of the city and die. Besides, we didn't do anything wrong. If we run away, we will be considered to have problems. Isn't that courting death?"
Then the other party's temperament changed, and he sneered and said, "How can I, Zhao Zhengyuan, do such a thing!"
Chen Lin nodded helplessly.
The other party could not feel anything unusual here, and his thinking could not be the same as his, so the two of them could not reach the same goal.
"Well, let's take it one step at a time. If it's a blessing, it's a disaster. If it's a disaster, it's inevitable. In the end, we have to spend money to avoid disaster. Who made us have low cultivation and no backing?"
Chen Lin shrugged.
Zhao Zhengyuan showed an expression of deep approval.
The two discussed for a while but couldn't think of any good solution. They could only pray that more people who were in the accident could survive, and preferably no one would die.
In that case, it means that the problem is not serious and the people from the five major families will not be alarmed.
After all, their foundation-building masters are missing, and they should not have the leisure to take care of these trivial matters now.
After Zhao Zhengyuan left.
Chen Lin sat on the stool, frowning and thinking.
It is not advisable to pin your hopes on others. You must improve your cultivation quickly.
In the initial stage of Qi training, one is too weak, not even as strong as a stronger warrior, and has to rely on talismans to cast spells.
When you reach the middle stage of Qi training, you can not only practice spells, but also use magical instruments. Only then can you be considered a true immortal cultivator.
After he has gained some ability to protect himself, he will leave this strange city as soon as possible. He doesn't want to be with a group of people who look at him with squinting eyes and sneering at him every day.
Thought for a while.
He got up, left the room, and headed straight for the market in the snow.
The streets were deserted. Occasionally a few people appeared, but they were all in a hurry, with an attitude that said "no strangers allowed".
Chen Lin had no other thoughts and soon arrived at the market town.
He came to a small market in the shantytown in the northern outer city, not the inner city.
Because of the abnormally heavy snow and the disappearance of the foundation-building stage people from the five major families, the inner city has been under martial law, and it is somewhat cumbersome to enter.
It is called a market town, but in fact it is just a simple little alley with some shops.
Before it snowed, there would be some wandering cultivators setting up stalls outside, but now there is not a single person to be seen.
He walked to the door of a shop with ease and pushed it open.
"Hey, isn't this Master Chen the Talisman? Are you here to sell the Power Talisman again?"
A thin middle-aged man with pockmarks on his face saw Chen Lin enter the room, and immediately sneered and made fun of him.
His attitude was not very enthusiastic and he didn't even move from his chair.
Chen Lin comes here to sell the Power Talisman almost every once in a while and is very familiar with the shopkeeper.
As for the squinting eyes, sneering smiles, and evil and arrogance, he no longer paid any attention to them and just regarded them as a normal behavior.
Knowing the other party's sharp personality, Chen Lin didn't care. He also sneered and took out the fireball talisman and shook it in front of the other party. "Zhang Mazi, open your eyes and take a look. Didn't you say that I can't refine a first-level middle-grade talisman in my lifetime?"
"What? You actually succeeded!"
Seeing the fireball talisman, the other party jumped up from his chair.
He took the talisman with an expression of disbelief and examined it carefully for a while, then placed it on the counter in doubt.
"That's impossible. With your rubbish drawing skills, you can actually make a fireball talisman. That's too unreasonable!"
Chen Lin pretended to be furious when he heard this.
"What do you mean by rubbish? My talisman-making skills are a legacy, and you dare to call them rubbish? Are you going to accept them or not? If not, I'll go to the Duobao Pavilion next door!"
"Take it, take it, don't be angry. There is no way Duobao Pavilion can offer a higher price than I offer."
The shopkeeper forced a smile and apologized repeatedly.
But as soon as he turned around, he glared at Chen Lin and sneered, "How dare you, a little casual cultivator, threaten me? Go and try the one next door, and I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Chen Lin kept reminding himself that these were all patients, and asked with a suppressed temper, "How many spirit stones can you give?"
The shopkeeper did not speak immediately, but took the talisman in his hand again and examined it carefully.
After a long while, he exclaimed: "I didn't expect that you not only refined the Fireball Talisman, but also achieved the level of perfection. Could it be that you are really a talent for making talismans?"
Chen Lin also knew that the talisman he had refined was perfect. After all, it was a product of the golden finger, so he was looking forward to it.
If it is an ordinary fireball talisman, the purchase price is transparent, which is about seven or eight low-grade spirit stones.
"Why are you so long-winded? Tell me how many spirit stones you can give me."
Chen Lin urged again.
The shopkeeper stopped beating around the bush, thought for a moment, and stretched out a finger.
"Ten spiritual stones?"
Chen Lin frowned.
"Yes, the situation has been a bit bad recently, so the price of talismans has increased. The general purchase price of a fireball talisman is around eight spirit stones. Your talisman is of good quality, and you are a regular customer, so I can give you ten."
The shopkeeper nodded, squinted his eyes and sneered, as if to say, "I am taking care of you."
Chen Lin was somewhat dissatisfied.
Ten spirit stones, there is no profit at all.
After all, now we can only rely on our innate ability to refine it, and we may only succeed once in ten times.
"Can you add some more? I'm not just refining this one, there will be many more in the future?"
Chen Lin looked at the shopkeeper's pockmarked face and began to bargain.
The more you can get, the better. Otherwise, it will take a long time to save enough money to buy the materials for ten pill recipes.
After hearing Chen Lin's words, Zhang Mazi, who was always sarcastic, did not directly refuse or make any sarcastic remarks.
There's hope!
Chen Lin's eyes lit up.
I am looking forward to it more and more.