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Daoist Lingzhen never imagined that the first pennant he received as he hosted the Qingchuan Temple for so many years was: Rejuvenation of the Hand, Elimination of Odor with the Medicine!

Zhao Ye looked at it and expressed his satisfaction.

The aunt who sent the pennant took the opportunity to say: "Daozhang Zhao, all three of my children have stinky feet, see if you can give me three more bags."

Saying that, the aunt gave her wife Shengchang Liu a look of disgust.

It is self-evident who is the culprit who has harmed her three children.

Zhao Ye waved his hand: "No problem."

Others gathered around after hearing this: "My house is the same, there is a litter of smelly smells, so give me two more bags too!"

There's no way, it's because the beriberi ointment works too quickly, if you use it on the same day, it will be fine the next day, that's why they didn't dare to believe it until they used it.

Seeing this scene, Daoist Lingzhen looked dazed, and even doubted life.

So, those athlete's foot creams really work?

Can well water and (huo) incense ash really cure beriberi? ?

If athlete's foot was so easy to cure, there wouldn't be so many people asking for help in Moments every day to buy athlete's foot cream!

But when he saw the scene of these believers queuing up to donate the sesame oil money after receiving the beriberi ointment, Daoist Lingzhen instantly woke up.

If beriberi cream is useless, can the patient send this pennant!

Why well water and incense ash can cure beriberi, it must be the handwriting of the patriarch!

If the patriarch is not sure, can he do this?

Master Lingzhen immediately reflected on himself.

No matter what the patriarch uncle does in the future, he can no longer doubt the intention of the patriarch uncle.

And the next second, Taoist Master Lingzhen thought of a plan to make a fortune.

Over there, the aunt took three bags of beriberi cream and complained with a smile: "Why didn't you take out such a good thing before?"

"This..." Zhao Ye didn't know how to answer for a while.

Daoist Lingzhen saw him, and hurriedly came up to him: "You don't know that, although our ancestor uncle got this beriberi ointment by accident, it is also an ancestral formula from another family. The family name is Xiong, and the family has been a doctor for generations. There have been seven or eight imperial physicians..."

"No wonder this beriberi ointment works so well!"

The big guy couldn't help but nodded.

Daoist Lingzhen said seriously: "And everyone knows that no matter how good traditional Chinese medicine is, it can't be used indiscriminately. If the medicinal materials are not prepared properly, it is not a medicine for curing diseases, but a poison. So although this beriberi ointment has passed through the Ming and Qing dynasties The royal family's verification, but we don't dare to use it for you casually, do we?"

"That's right!"

The big guys were taken aback by him.

Finally, Daoist Lingzhen said: "So, don't look at the crude packaging of this beriberi ointment, but before making it, we also tried it again and again, and spent a lot of time and energy to make sure it is really effective, and there is no Toxic and side effects, I dare to take it out and give it to you.”

"I see!"

"The view of Qingchuan is reliable."

At this moment, everyone looked at the crudely packaged beriberi ointment in their hands as if they were looking at a panacea.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ye and the system were stunned and couldn't help but want to applaud.

With just a few words, Sanwu products have become the secret recipe of the ancestral court, and the shortcomings of simple packaging are also covered up by the advantages of responsibility.

The ability to come from this mouth can be obeyed by one person.

So that day, the incense money received by Qingchuan Temple broke through the [-] mark for the first time.

Dao Lingzhen smiled from ear to ear, and counted the money back and forth three times before giving up.

At the end, as if thinking of something, Daoist Lingzhen took out a courier box from the room: "Uncle Patriarch, this is from Sanxian Temple in the afternoon, I don't know what it is!"

Zhao Ye opened it up and saw that there were ten stacks of yellow paper, two boxes of cinnabar, and a handwritten letter from the Master of the Temple of the Three Immortals, Chang Songzi, thanking the Temple of the Three Immortals for helping them deal with the villain, Daoist Gao Yang.

Daoist Lingzhen's eyes lit up: "This seems to be the first-class talisman paper and cinnabar made by Sanxian Temple!"

The quality of the talisman paper and cinnabar produced by Sanxianguan can be ranked first in the whole country. Of course, the price is not cheap, and there is no price in the market.The talisman seals left to him by his master were drawn on the talisman paper of the Temple of the Three Immortals, so Daoist Lingzhen recognized them at a glance.

If these yellow papers and cinnabar were sold, they would cost at least six figures.

Daoist Lingzhen couldn't help but sighed: "As expected of the Temple of the Three Immortals, it's a generous move."

But it's useless to give them so many high-quality talisman papers. His skills in drawing talismans are too poor to be used at all.

Talisman seals drawn with superior materials have better effects, but it also means that the difficulty of drawing talismans will increase exponentially.

Thinking of this, Daoist Lingzhen was ashamed every day.

Then, as if he thought of something, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Ye: "By the way, Patriarch Uncle, can you draw talismans?"

Zhao Ye said truthfully, "No."

Adhering to the concept of doing one's job and loving one's job, he immediately added: "But I can learn, you can teach me!"

"Row."

Daoist Lingzhen readily agreed. He felt that although he was average, he still had 60 years of experience and was qualified to teach a beginner who was just getting started.

He directly brought Zhao Ye a set of five kinds of talisman seals drawn by him, all of which were very basic talisman seals, which he could draw at present, such as amulets, six-animal safety talismans, town house talismans...

Master Lingzhen said: "Let's learn the amulet first, and try to learn it within half a month."

At the beginning, it took his master half a month to learn how to draw amulets. Daoist Lingzhen felt that with Zhao Ye's aptitude, there should be no problem.

"Okay." Zhao Ye responded.

The steps of drawing talismans were very cumbersome, Taoist Master Lingzhen explained a lot seriously, including how to pinch the hand, step on the talisman, recite spells, and write runes.

Then Daoist Lingzhen demonstrated it to Zhao Ye, and the whole process lasted for 10 minutes.

Receive the pen, Fucheng!

Seeing the formed runes and the peaceful atmosphere emanating from them, Daoist Lingzhen was extremely satisfied.

Daoist Lingzhen turned his head to look at Zhao Ye.

So Zhao Ye imitated Taoist Lingzhen and did it again.

As the last stroke fell, a huge aura swept across in an instant.

Master Lingzhen: "..."

Daoist Lingzhen had an unbelievable expression on his face: "How is it possible that you succeeded in drawing a symbol for the first time?"

Moreover, this breath is obviously more than five times stronger than the amulet he painted.

But Zhao Ye was not satisfied.

He picked up the amulet drawn by Lingzhen Daochang and his own drawing and pondered for a while, then took a blank talisman paper and started to draw directly.

Daoist Lingzhen came to his senses and said anxiously: "No, none of these steps just now can be missed, and none of them can be wrong, otherwise not only will the drawing not be successful, but you will also suffer backlash..."

Before the words finished, Zhao Ye had finished writing neatly, and it took only ten seconds.

In the next moment, a more majestic breath spread out.

Master Lingzhen: "..."

How is this possible?

Just when Taoist Master Lingzhen was doubting his life, Zhao Ye directly took the six animal safety talisman and the town house talisman beside him... and began to study it.

Brush brush!

Looking at the five talisman seals perfectly copied by himself, Zhao Ye finally nodded in satisfaction.

He discovered that whether the talisman seal can be formed and how powerful it is depends on whether the talisman drawer can accurately grasp the distribution of energy in the rune, and the tedious steps learned by Taoist Lingzhen are to help the talisman drawer balance at this point.

Daoist Lingzhen looked at the five talisman seals in a daze, and was speechless.

He only knew that Zhao Ye was a beginner, but he didn't know that there were differences between people!

Then, Zhao Ye said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to draw talismans!"

What can Daoist Lingzhen do, he can only lean forward in a desperate manner: "Okay!"

But halfway through the teaching, there was a sudden messy knock on the door outside the house.

"Who?" Daoist Lingzhen put down his pen, shouted, and walked out.

After a while, Daoist Lingzhen's voice came from outside the house: "Hey, what's the matter?"

Then came a young man's voice: "Just now I accidentally fell outside your door."

Zhao Ye followed out of the room, and then saw Daoist Lingzhen walking in with a drunk man who had broken his head.

Taoist Master Lingzhen helped him to the chair, and Zhao Chenxing had already trotted to bring him the medicine box.

The young man's eyes were confused, and he looked around: "Hey, this is still a Taoist temple!"

Seeing the young man leaning over and about to fall, Zhao Ye hurriedly helped him up.

Daoist Lingzhen administered medicine to him and asked, "Why did you drink like this? What about your family?"

I don't know which wound this sentence hit the young man, but he started to cry directly.

Daoist Lingzhen opened his mouth: "Isn't it a broken love?"

This time, the young man cried even harder.

Taoist Master Lingzhen didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say: "Hey, there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world, don't be too sad."

The young man sobbed and stretched out five fingers: "I have been with him for four years."

Zhao Ye thought for a while, and pressed down a finger for him.

After all, he is a drunkard, and it is normal for him to be unable to count after drinking too much.

The young man continued: "It turned out that he had five spare tires behind my back."

Zhao Ye: "..."

This is also a poor man!

Zhao Ye had no choice but to stretch out his hand to help him straighten the pressed finger.

Daoist Lingzhen comforted: "What's so sad about this, it means that the person you like is a broken car, and a good car doesn't need so many spare tires, don't you think so?"

Young man: "But before I had a showdown with him, he dumped me first. He said that he is the only son, and the family is still waiting for him to carry on the family."

Wait, only child?

This is still love between men and men!

Fortunately, Daoist Lingzhen is still very open-minded: "What age is this, does his family have a throne to inherit or something?"

The young man cried loudly: "Then he married a woman in her 40s, isn't it because that woman's family is richer than mine and has no children?"

The system's point of view is tricky: "In fact, if you think about it, in ten years, that woman will be in her 50s, which means that the man will have to support five elderly people by then, and he will suffer!"

Zhao Ye deeply agreed, so he repeated the words of the system

Daoist Lingzhen also said: "To put it bluntly, this is a complete scumbag, why bother for such a scumbag?"

Young man: "That's okay, the main reason is that since I broke up with him, the bad luck has never stopped. All the stocks I bought have fallen. I went to his wedding. I wanted to humiliate him, but I just went out. Then there was a car accident, and I almost lost my life... and just now, I could break my head on flat ground."

He rambled on, and in a short while he listed six or seven bad things.

"Then you are too unlucky."

Daoist Lingzhen didn't know what to say, he could only bandage his wound neatly and gave him a glass of water.

Zhao Ye glanced at the young man, but said: "I see that your face is dark, it's not just bad luck, maybe you have provoked something unclean?"

After drinking a glass of cold water, the young man also became more awake. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment.

He suspected that the next sentence, Zhao Ye was going to cheat him out of money.

He has seen this kind of routine a lot.

Because his father is the second idiot who is always cheated of money.

In an instant, the young man's sense of Zhao Ye and the others sank to the ground.

He laughed dryly twice: "Why is his face so dark, maybe it's because the ashes on his face were splashed on the ground just now!"

The atmosphere changed suddenly.

Zhao Ye probably guessed what the young man was thinking, but he didn't say any more.

After all, if the subject doesn't believe it, no matter how much he says, it's useless.

At this moment, a siren sounded outside the house, and it was his friend who came to pick him up.

Before leaving, the young man thought for a while, then stopped, took out all the hundreds of dollars in cash on his body, and stuffed it into the merit box.

Anyway, the other party helped him, no.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ye smiled helplessly.

Come on, he doesn't want to meddle in his own business now.

He took an amulet drawn by him on the table and handed it to the young man: "This is for you, amulet, believe it or not, it doesn't matter, it's better to have it than not."

Now, the young man couldn't refuse.

He took the amulet: "Thank you then."

After speaking, he left.