Not everyone can make talisman paper?

Hearing this sentence, Fu Yang was stunned.

Then I understood why after Ah Huang gave him a small stack of talisman paper, he felt so distressed that he seemed to have been snatched tens of thousands of dollars.

"So that is, the talisman paper used by Taoists is actually a consumable?"

"Nonsense! Can your talisman be recycled? To Taoist priests, talisman paper is like a gun used by ordinary people. People who know how to use guns may not necessarily make guns!"

Fu Yang nodded, and then he understood.

Talisman paper is the "gun cannon" of Taoist priests, and the talisman makers are equivalent to the gun and weapon maker in the mortal world...

"Of course, generally speaking, Taoist sects such as Longhu Mountain and Maoshan all have their own talisman makers. Therefore, the disciples of the sect are more luxurious, and talisman paper can be used at will. However, ordinary casual cultivators generally need to go to the Ghost Market to buy from the talisman makers! Of course, if you are awesome and know how to make talisman paper by yourself, you don't have to ask for help."

"But Ah Huang, aren't you a disciple of Longhu Mountain?"

"Damn it! Don't let me know which pot you don't open. My stupid devil master didn't even teach me how to draw the Three Pure Talismans used to teach Longhu Mountain, let alone let alone put my name into the sect roster."

Fu Yang suddenly realized.

"Oh~ In other words, your identity as a disciple of Longhu Mountain is not officially recognized, so naturally you can't get the talisman paper. You can only find a way to do it yourself."

Ah Huang had a black line: "Although you said that I really want to beat you up, I have to admit that this is it... The Talisman has a high status and has a special fixed stall in the inner circle of the Ghost Market."

While explaining, he took Fu Yang to turn left and right, and soon entered the inner circumference of the ghost city and stopped in front of a stall.

Unlike other simple stalls that only have cloths on the ground or wooden tables on it, this stall of the talisman maker can be called "luxury" in the ghost market!

A simple house frame was built with wood and wrapped around it with oil cloth. This way, the scene inside was invisible. There was a cloth curtain at the door, and an old man with thin hair and few strands of front teeth sat next to him.

There were already long queues in front of the talisman maker's stall, and I guess they were all people who came to buy talisman paper.

Fu Yang and A Huanggang were about to line up in a proper manner, and a middle-aged Taoist priest with a goatee in front looked back at them.

"Two little brothers, is it the first time I came to our Zijinshan Ghost Market to buy talismans?"

The two of them were shocked and thought to themselves that you know what I am? Do we have the two big words "novice" written on our faces?

The goatee Taoist priest was quite kind and laughed: "Why is the talisman-maker in the Ghost Market of Zijin Mountain? Master Liu Bi likes the rules of the Secular World Bank. So you have to queue up to get the number there first."

As he said that, he pointed to the old man next to him and signaled 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 blurting out.

The goatee-bearded middle-aged Taoist priest quickly asked him to shut up and not talk nonsense, otherwise Master Liu Bi would be angry and would not do business tonight. These people who were waiting to buy talisman paper would have to tear him down...

"It's Wendao Liu, Bi is the end of Master Liu Bi!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest seriously corrected Fu Yang's wrong pronunciation. He then pointed out that Fu Yang should be from the south, otherwise he would not be able to distinguish between Liu Bi and Ao Nuo...

He and Ah Huang could only nodded repeatedly, indicating that they had a mistake. They quickly went to the old man who was guarding the door to get the number.

"I said Ah Huang, is this talisman maker reliable? Why do you feel a little bit second?"

"I'm not familiar with Jiangcheng, and this Purple Gold Mountain Ghost Market is the first time I came to the Ghost Market after I heard the news. But generally speaking, there are few unreliable talisman makers... It's really a liar who has been beaten to death long ago. Who dares to offend so many casual cultivators who need talisman paper at the same time?"

Fu Yang nodded, and thought it made sense.

The two of them went to the old man who lacked the front teeth to get the queue number, and the two of them came together to get only one number card.

"The number plate costs five hundred yuan per number."

"for you!"

Ah Huang slapped five red grandpa Mao on the table. The old man slowly handed him a wooden sign.

Fu Yang took it and saw it, and was stunned.

It turns out that the number above actually happened to be: 2b!

Ah Huang's face twitched: "Old man, can you change one?"

"Either walk away or hold the number plate and wait honestly to call the number."

The old man's attitude is so arrogant that he is more painful than ordinary people who go to the relevant departments to do business and ask for a stamp.

But there is no way. Now I am begging others to do things, so I can only wait and call the number honestly...

Five minutes later.

An ugly looking one-eyed dragon walked out of the simple wooden house from lifting the curtain and shouted loudly.

“2b! Who is 2b?”

Fu Yang and A Huang looked dark.

The one-eyed dragon called the number was very impatient: "Wait for three seconds in the end and it will be invalid. Ask again, who is 2b?!"

Fu Yang grabbed Ah Huang's wrist and raised it up, shouting loudly: "He is 2b! He is."

Ah Huang was angry: "We are both, both!"

This is a loss-making loss...

So under the astonished gaze of a group of other monks, Fu Yang and A Huang walked into the talisman maker's wooden house led by the one-eyed dragon.

In front of me was a long wooden table, with candles lit in each of the four corners, and the fire was dimly lit.

There is a classic Taishi chair behind the wooden table, and there is a person sitting on it. It is hidden in the shadows and cannot see the appearance clearly. Moreover, Fu Yang could feel that this shadow is not entirely because the candle cannot be shined, and it is obviously mixed with spells.

"Tell me, what level of talisman paper I want to buy? How many pieces do I need? What are you willing to exchange for? RMB or US dollars, or gold or diamonds? Or a rare treasure in our supernatural world?"

The mysterious talisman maker named Liu Bi was lazy and heard from the shadows.

"Uh? Are the talisman papers all the same? They are divided into levels?"

Fu Yang couldn't help but blurted out curiously. It was too late for Ah Huang to stop him.

I thought it would anger the talisman maker, but I didn't expect the other party to be excited: "Oh? A little rookie? The army... your real magic power is comparable to that of Yilu Real Person, and you don't even know the most basic common sense of Taoist priests."

"Because I am a genius of cultivation!"

Fu Yang simply started pretending and was forced.

Judging from the various situations before, Master Liu Bi should be the kind of maverick and arrogant, so it is better to pretend to be a little unrestrained and might win his favor.
Chapter completed!