One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 114: Guangyuan Market

"Red Flame Command: Burn."

This spell was brewing in his heart, but he could not utter it out loud, and could not give any order.

Especially the word "imperial decree".

But after he knew that the Red Flame God was referring to the sun, the rune spell "Red Flame" suddenly became clear to him.

However, the two words "imperial decree" combine all thoughts in one's mind with the will of heaven and earth to form a true ending and beginning.

A decree came out of his mouth and manifested between heaven and earth, and then evolved according to his will.

So he stopped practicing magic and let the "edict" brew in his heart.

On this day, he came back from offering lanterns at the Red Flame Temple for the fifth time and was walking in the market town. It seemed that today was the opening day of the market.

So all the monks who lived far away came, and the monks who came from all over the canyon spread a black cloth on the ground and then placed their things on it.

There are a lot of strange things, such as a jar of bloody soil, or some insect eggs in the soil, some broken sword tips, some broken metals, and some people selling talismans.

The name of the god is written and combined with cloud patterns to form talismans, including the Heart Cleansing Talisman, the Golden Light Talisman, the Fire Talisman, the Evil-Breaking Talisman, the Evil-Slaying Talisman, etc.

He stood in front of a small stall, holding one of the fire talismans, sensing and observing it.

The most common fire talisman in the world is to draw a line and a cloud pattern fire talisman pattern, and the next level is the divine fire talisman. And the divine fire talisman has a divine word in it, so it needs to be written with the name of the god.

The most famous one is the Red Flame Talisman, but it is not easy to draw the Red Flame Talisman, even for the people of the Red Flame Cult.

For ordinary low-level cultivators, in order to increase the power of the fire talisman, other gods will be used instead.

Just like people cannot look directly at the sun at noon, but can look directly at the sun in the early morning and evening, so over the years, many god names have been developed to replace Chi Yan.

Of course, there is another kind that has a strong charm of its own, which is spread among the talismans and has a strong personal atmosphere. This can also be called the divine fire talisman.

The Red Flame Talisman that Zhao Fuyun comprehended at that time was a combination of the two.

At this time, Zhao Fuyun was holding the talisman. The talisman paper was very good, but the talisman pattern on it was very special.

On the indigo talisman paper, the talisman mark that seemed to be blackened by flames seemed like it would reignite at any time, just like when wood is burning and the open flame is extinguished, there are sparks hidden in between. It only takes a gust of wind to turn it into a fire as long as there is combustible material.

However, below the pattern of the fire symbol, there was an unknown name of a god.

"What kind of fire talisman is this?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

The stall owner was a woman wearing an old Taoist robe and she looked a little tired.

"Old Yang Fire Talisman." said the female monk. She glanced at Zhao Fuyun. Although she couldn't see Zhao Fuyun's cultivation level, she felt that Zhao Fuyun's aura was clean, with a pure yang energy from the inside out, and his whole body seemed spotless.

Hearing the name "Laoyang", Zhao Fuyun knew what the meaning of the name was.

"Did you just come out from somewhere?" Zhao Fuyun suddenly asked.

The woman was stunned and looked at Zhao Fuyun with some vigilance.

The reason why Zhao Fuyun asked this question was because he felt that there was something unclean about this woman.

He didn't see anything with his eyes, but the "immaculate" charm of the talisman he had created made him have a vague feeling about the presence of unclean things.

Many evil things, after attaching themselves to a person's body, enter the internal organs, or the blood vessels, skin, flesh, bones and blood. They are not easy to see.

"You, Taoist priest, why do you ask this?" asked the female Taoist.

"Nothing, I just think you might have something wrapped around you, let's go to the Chiyan Temple, they can exorcise evil spirits there, the temple priests are pretty good too." Zhao Fuyun stood up and changed to another stall. There were all kinds of artifacts on display here, some old and some new.

They were all things between magical instruments and non-magical instruments. Among them, there was a spirit stone furnace that made him want to buy it. Besides the fact that it looked beautiful, another reason was that he didn't have one.

All along, others needed spirit stones to practice, but he was short of them and had never used them, so he didn’t even have a furnace to boil the spirit stones.

There is pent-up spiritual energy in the spirit stone. If you want to absorb it, you need a method. The easiest and most common method is steaming. After steaming, the spiritual energy in the spirit stone will be released.

Some people even wrote books specifically to summarize the steaming and boiling methods. As far as Zhao Fuyun knew, many people who boiled stones would put tranquilizers in them, so that they could calm their minds and concentrate while practicing.

Of course, there are also many people who mix in some fancy things.

"Do you want a stove? This is a stove made in the Xuande period. You can see that its shape is simple, but the glaze color is the popular sky blue color. It is just suitable for a monk like you who has a solemn temperament but is young and handsome."

The man selling the stove was an old man, but his eyes were lively. Next to him was a grandson who seemed to be learning the old man's words seriously.

The spiritual stones on Zhao Fuyun's body were just the travel expenses he received from the mountains. He did not go anywhere to make offerings. He was a cultivator who relied purely on heaven for his practice.

"I'm just taking a look." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Then take a good look. This spiritual stone furnace has a unique craftsmanship. It was made by a master from Xuande. The spiritual energy produced by the spiritual stone here will mist out of this hole and form a mist dragon. You can experience the charm of a flying dragon."

Zhao Fuyun thought about this design and couldn't help laughing in his heart. This design was really flashy and impractical. How could he experience the charm of a dragon flying in the air? How could it be possible?

He just looked along the way. There was a stall there with a flag next to it. On the flag was written "Recruiting for Offerings". There was another flag with the names of noble families embroidered on it. However, he was not very clear about the names of the noble families here, so he could not be sure of the status of the families being recruited.

"Fenhe Li family!"

"Hukou Shashi!"

"Mingling Nangong Clan!"

……

There were more than a dozen recruiting families, and there was a sign next to their table with a notice and some requirements written on it.

For example, one of the signs said that it was recruiting spirit planters, night watchmen, beekeepers, etc.

The requirements for a spiritual plant husband are that he must be able to plant more than ten kinds of spiritual medicines and spiritual rice and be able to command the cloud and rain talisman to bring rain. The requirements for a night watchman are that he must have certain cultivation bases and must be at least Xuan Guang and be able to use fire magic. Practitioners from the Red Flame Divine Sect are given priority, followed by sword practitioners.

Zhao Fuyun knew that the Red Flame Sect mentioned here was not a pure sect of monks, but people who practiced the teachings of this sect, and their fire magic was often stronger than that of ordinary monks.

He stood there looking at the recruitment conditions, and also watched as some monks occasionally came forward to ask questions.

Those recruited by the aristocratic families also looked at him.

The faces of some of them changed, probably because they recognized him. After all, many people saw him when he killed Meng Yanhu on the city wall in the south of the city that day.

None of the people from the noble families came forward to ask him questions. He just watched for a while and then left.

The market was bustling with people.

Suddenly, he felt a little panicked, but he still walked normally. He looked here and there among the crowd, or squatted down, walked through the shadows, and squeezed through the crowd.

The people around were also communicating normally, some were passing by each other, and some were looking down at something nearby.

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared from the side of him. It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and looked thin, but at this moment, a strong murderous intent burst out from his eyes.

(End of this chapter)