Then I understood why Ah Huang felt so distressed when he gave him a small stack of talisman papers, as if someone had robbed him of tens of thousands of yuan.
"So that means that the talismans used by Taoist priests are actually consumables?"
"Nonsense! Can your talisman be recycled? To Taoist priests, talisman paper is like a gun used by ordinary people. People who can use guns may not necessarily be able to make guns!"
Fu Yang nodded, understanding now.
The talisman paper is the "gun" of the Taoist priest, and the talisman maker is equivalent to the maker of firearms and weapons in the mortal world...
"Of course, generally speaking, big Taoist sects such as Longhu Mountain and Maoshan have their own talisman makers. Therefore, the disciples are more luxurious and can use the talisman paper at will. But ordinary casual cultivators generally need to go to
Buy from the talisman maker in the ghost market! Of course, if you are good at making talisman paper yourself, you don’t need to ask for help.”
"But Ah Huang, aren't you a disciple of Longhu Mountain?"
"Damn it! I don't know how to open or lift any pot. My idiot master didn't even teach me how to draw the Sanqing talisman used to teach the urns at Longhu Mountain, let alone let my name be entered into the sect's roster.
"
Fu Yang suddenly realized.
"Oh, that means your status as a disciple of Longhu Mountain has not yet been officially recognized, so naturally you cannot receive the talisman. You can only find a way to do it yourself."
Ah Huang had a black line on his head: "Although what you said makes me want to beat you, I have to admit that it is like this... Talisman makers have a high status and have special fixed stalls in the inner circle of the ghost market."
While explaining, he led Fu Yang to turn left and right, and soon entered the inner circle of the ghost market, stopping in front of a stall.
Unlike other simple stalls that only have a cloth spread on the floor or a wooden table, this talisman maker's stall can be called "luxury" in the ghost market!
A simple house frame was built with wood and wrapped with oilcloth. This way, the scene inside could not be seen. There was a curtain at the door, and sitting next to it was a man with few sparse hair and almost all his front teeth.
old man.
There was already a long queue in front of the talisman maker's stall, presumably all of them were coming to buy talisman paper.
Fu Yang and Ah Huang were just getting ready to line up when a middle-aged Taoist priest with a goatee in front looked back at them.
"You two little brothers, is it your first time coming to our Purple Mountain Ghost Market to buy talismans?"
The two of them were shocked and thought, "You know what I'm doing? Do we have the word "rookie" written on our faces?
The goateeed Taoist priest was kind-hearted and laughed: "How come Master Liu Bi, the talisman maker of Purple Mountain Ghost Market, likes the rules of secular banks. So he has to queue up to get his number there first."
As he spoke, he pointed to the bad old man next to him and motioned to go there to get a number.
"Awesome master? Damn, this name is too arrogant! Why don't you go to heaven?"
Fu Yang couldn't help but blurt out.
The middle-aged Taoist priest with a goatee quickly told him to shut up and stop talking nonsense, otherwise Master Liu Bi would be angry and would not do business tonight. Those people waiting to buy talismans would have to tear him alive...
"It's Wen Dao Liu, Bi is the finished Bi. Master Liu Bi!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest seriously corrected Fu Yang's mispronunciation. Then he pointed out that Fu Yang should be from the south, otherwise he would not be able to distinguish between Liu Bi and Niubi...
He and Ah Huang could only nod their heads repeatedly to show that they recognized the mistake. They quickly went to the old gatekeeper to get a number.
"I'm talking to Ah Huang, is this talisman maker reliable? Why does he feel like he's a bit of a dud?"
"I'm not familiar with Jiangcheng, and this is the first time I've been to this Purple Mountain Ghost Market after I heard about it. But generally speaking, there are very few unreliable charm makers... If it's true, the liar would have been beaten to death a long time ago. Who can
Dare you offend so many casual cultivators who need talismans at the same time?"
Fu Yang nodded and felt it made sense.
The two of them went to the old man with missing front teeth to get their queue numbers. If two people come together, they only need one number plate.
"The number plate costs 500 yuan each."
"for you!"
Ah Huang slapped the five red Mao Zedong cards on the table. The old man slowly handed him a wooden sign.
Fu Yang took it and took a look and was stunned.
It turns out that the number above happens to be: 2b!
Ah Huang's face also twitched: "Old man, can you change it to another one?"
"Either go away, or hold the number plate and wait patiently for your number to be called."
The old man's attitude was so arrogant that it was more troublesome than it was for ordinary people to go to the relevant departments and ask for a stamp.
But there is no other way. Now I am begging others to do things, so I can only wait for my number to be called...
Five minutes later.
An ugly one-eyed dragon opened the curtain and walked out of the simple wooden house, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"2b! Who is 2b?"
Fu Yang and Ah Huang had dark expressions on their faces.
The one-eyed dragon who called the number was very impatient: "Wait for the last three seconds and it will be invalid. Ask again, who is 2b?!"
Fu Yang grabbed Ah Huang's wrist, raised it up, and shouted loudly: "He is 2b! He is."
Ah Huang was angry: "Both of us are, both of us!"
This is a lose-lose situation...
So under the astonished gazes of a group of other monks, Fu Yang and Ah Huang walked into the talisman maker's cabin under the leadership of the one-eyed dragon.
In front of you is a long wooden table, with a candle lit in each corner, and the fire is dim.
There is a classical Taishi chair behind the wooden table, and there is a person sitting on the chair. The whole thing is hidden in the shadow, and his appearance cannot be seen clearly. Moreover, Fu Yang can feel that this shadow is not entirely because the candle cannot illuminate it, but is obviously mixed with
There is magic in it.
"Tell me, what grade of talisman do you want to buy? How many pieces do you want? What are you willing to exchange for it? RMB or US dollars, or gold or diamonds? Or rare treasures from our supernatural world?"
The lazy voice of the mysterious Talisman Maker named Liu Bi came out from the shadows.
"Huh? Aren't all talismans the same? Are they divided into different levels?"
Fu Yang couldn't hold back and blurted out out of curiosity. It was too late for Ah Huang to stop him.
I thought I would offend the Talisman Maker, but I didn't expect that the other person seemed to be excited: "Oh? A newbie? Army... your real magic power is comparable to that of a real person, but you don't even know the most basic Taoist common sense.
."
"Because I am a monastic genius!"
Fu Yang simply started to pretend.
Judging from various previous situations, this Master Liu Bi should be the kind of maverick, arrogant and middle-class type, so it is better to pretend to be a little wild and uninhibited. Maybe he will win his favor.
Sure enough, the other party laughed loudly: "Interesting! How awesome. Claiming to be a monastic genius? I think the entire supernatural world has not produced a real genius for many years. For your pretentious courage, I will give you thirty-two
Like! At the same time, I will tell you what the level of the talisman is, and the help I can provide to you Taoist priests who do not have the support of a large sect." (Second update)