The warm sun in winter is a blessing.

The wind had stopped a little, and the sound of horses' hooves was a little hurried in the street.

The people who sold the cooking cakes were walking from north to south, the steamed bun shop was also drinking and calling, and whose dog escaped from the yard again, and the family was chasing.

A child of a few years old squatted in the corner and peed secretly, as if he was pouring ants, but the ants did not die, and the child was a little annoyed, stamped his feet and ran away.

The city of Annam is the place where practitioners gather, and the Tibetan stupa is built here, reaching into the sky, and most of the people who come here are practitioners.

Many practitioners have stalls on the ground, but they don't sell them, they don't open their mouths until someone walks in, and if no one else is around, they all close their eyes and practice.

As for the monk's workshop, it is also close to He Ping's eyes.

The monk's workshop is not far from the Tibetan pagoda, but unlike the Tibetan pagoda, which is rarely crowded, the monk's workshop is like a vegetable market, and there is an endless stream of monks, and these monks are in groups, which seems to be a little kind.

He Ping didn't plan to go to the monk's workshop first, but the stalls set up by these cultivators caught his attention.

Since they are placed by the practitioners, they should naturally be related to the practitioners.

What He Ping lacks most at present is his understanding of the cultivation world, after all, he has only been practicing for half a year, and many things in the cultivation world are unknown to He Ping, if he can understand some things through these stall owners, it will naturally be excellent.

The stalls were set up for a long time, and some of the stall owners were practicing with their eyes closed, while others were talking to others.

He Ping stopped in front of a stall, which had nothing else but the stall where talismans were placed.

The stall owner was a chubby old man, but perhaps because he was a cultivator, he didn't look old, he was dressed in gray, lying on a rocking chair, humming an unknown tune, and he looked very leisurely.

He Ping carefully probed him with his divine sense, but unexpectedly he discovered that He Ping's divine sense could not reach this old man at all.

"Buy a talisman?" found that someone was using his divine sense to probe him, the old man was not angry, but came to his senses, started from the rocking chair with a smile, and opened his mouth to He Ping and said, "Look at it and pick it anywhere, it's all good goods." ”

There are piles of red talismans on the stall, and looking at the fire aura contained in these talismans, they should all be fire talismans.

Although the number of talismans is large, the appearance is similar, but the patterns engraved on them are different, and He Ping guessed that the function of the talisman is divided by this engraved pattern.

"What do you call the old man?" He Ping picked up a talisman that seemed to be engraved with a fire phoenix and asked the old man.

"Daoist friends don't have to be polite, the old man's surname is Fang, there are not so many crooked names in our cultivation world, and everyone at the same level is commensurate with Daoist friends. The square old man did not lean on the old man, but said so.

"Under the surname He," He Ping was a little embarrassed, he had just entered the cultivation world, and he really didn't know these names, "Dare to ask Fang Daoyou why the talisman you sell only has the fire talisman?"

The monk surnamed Fang glanced at him with some confusion, and then smiled with a sudden realization, "He Daoyou must have just entered the cultivation world." ”

"Exactly. ”

"I see, old man, as a fire walking monk, naturally I can't draw other fire talismans, but the power of this fire walking talisman is acceptable," the monk surnamed Fang pointed to the fire phoenix talisman in He Ping's hand and said, "For example, this fire phoenix talisman in your hand, Daoist friend, can summon a fire phoenix by using a little aura to trigger, and it is difficult for ordinary Qi refining early stage cultivators to resist." ”

"This fire phoenix is so powerful, if it is scattered, wouldn't it be a disaster for mortals to use it?" He Ping was amazed at the power of this fire phoenix talisman, which could make it difficult for the cultivators in the early stage of qi refining to parry.

"He Daoyou can rest assured that mortals can't use this talisman, Daoyou has this question, he must have seen some talismans that can be used by mortals," the monk surnamed Fang laughed, and then explained, "The talisman is different from utensils, jade mortals do only need to drop blood to use, but if the talisman can be used by mortals, it is an extremely difficult thing." ”

"The talisman needs to be triggered by the aura, but if the aura in the blood of mortals is insufficient, it is difficult to trigger, if you have to let the talisman be used by mortals, you need the extremely clever means of the maker, forcibly let the talisman reduce the required trigger aura, or it is an overhaul of the talisman. ”

"The means of overhauling and controlling the aura are far beyond our reach. ”

He Ping secretly wrote it down, looked at the stall for a while, and found that there was not a single talisman with words written on it, and asked, "Fang Daoyou, don't you have a fire spirit ball talisman here?"

"Naturally," the monk surnamed Fang took out a talisman from the stall, this talisman was not like the one with the word "Yan" written on it in He Ping's memory, but drew a fierce beast similar to a male lion, "This is the Fire Spirit Ball Talisman, because my own Fire Spirit Ball Technique is quite good in cultivation, and this talisman is powerful enough, better than the Fire Phoenix Talisman." ”

"Fang Daoyou, why isn't your Fire Spirit Ball talisman engraved?" He Ping wondered.

"Lettering, He Daoyou, this is a great power!" the monk surnamed Fang glanced at He Ping meaningfully, and only explained after a moment, "If you want to use characters to achieve a magic rune, you have to overhaul or at least be a rune master at the peak of qi refining, but most of the people who can be called rune masters are already overhauled." ”

"It's too difficult to use words to carry aura, and the power is not too great, ordinary talisman masters use fierce beasts to carry aura, for example, I use this fire beast, which can not only carry more aura, but also bless the fire technique. ”

"Then what if you use jade pendants to carry spells?" He Ping suddenly thought of the jade pendants he had seen.

"Naturally, you can. The monk surnamed Fang immediately took out a jade pendant from his arms, which was made of red jade and engraved with a fierce beast similar to the one on the Fire Spirit Ball talisman.

"This is the Fire Spirit Ball Jade Pendant I made," the monk surnamed Fang handed the jade pendant to He Ping, and said, "The jade pendant is much less powerful than the rune paper, and this Fire Spirit Ball Jade Pendant only has about one percent of the power injected, but it is relatively easy to make, it doesn't have to be as detailed as a talisman, and the jade pendant needs less trigger aura, as long as the aura in the mortal body is slightly sufficient, it can be triggered with blood." ”

"Can mortals also use it?" He Ping touched the fire spirit ball jade pendant, only to feel that the place where he got his hand was warm and smooth.

"How much does Fang Daoyou's jade pendant cost?" He Ping decided to buy this jade pendant and go back to give it to Yan Xiqin for self-defense, after all, he couldn't protect her all the time.

"But it's not worth much, so you can make two spirit stones, I only charge the price of a jade pendant, and the rest is not yours." The monk surnamed Fang said with a smile.

"Thank you Fang Daoyou so much. He Ping put away the jade pendant and took out two spirit stones.

There are so many things in the cultivation world, he still needs to know more.