Chapter 118: A Significant Harvest

In the Ding-position graveyard, Lin Feng spent the entire afternoon practicing drawing talismans and learning knowledge related to talismanic scripts.

It had to be said that the old Daoist priest hadn't lied to him. Although this small booklet looked only this big...

... it was filled with tiny characters and a large number of talisman-drawing methods, and even explained each part of the talismans separately.

"Xuande Mountain, Daoist Venerable—connecting oneself with predecessors through talismans, and borrowing the power of the Daoist Venerable through talismans. Tsk tsk, it's truly incredible!"

Back in the *Gui* market, Lin Feng had seen that terrifying giant hand; clearly, that was the manifestation of part of the Daoist Venerable's power projected into reality.

"However, low-level talismans are fine; they only need tomb-head grass paper, *Gui* blood cinnabar, and wolf-hair talisman brushes to be drawn."

"But high-level talismans either need special peach wood to make wooden talismans, or gold and jade collected from the underworld to make jade talismans... Sigh, drawing talismans is also a bitter job that not only burns money but also costs lives!"

Closing the small booklet, Lin Feng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Sure enough, in this strange world, if you want to obtain incredible power, you can't avoid *Gui*!

At dusk, Old Quezi swayed back to the gravekeeper's courtyard from outside.

Lin Feng didn't see anything wrong with his face. After the two had dinner, Lin Feng returned to the wooden house alone to start making incense.

All the various materials he had in his hands were obtained from the people of the Incense Temple, so naturally, there was no problem using them.

The incense mud, kneaded into strips, was slowly stuck onto thin wooden sticks under the even and powerful pressure of the scraper in his hands.

After making them, they only needed to be air-dried for a few days before they could be used. If he was quick, making ten at a time was no problem.

However, Lin Feng clearly didn't have much patience. After making some himself and seeing that there was still a pile of incense mud and powder, he simply summoned several *Zhiren* to help with the work!

Although it was difficult for the *Zhiren* to control such delicate work, Lin Feng had plenty of raw materials now; if he ran out, he could just go and rob another Incense Temple stronghold!

With a few more *Zhiren*, the efficiency of making incense increased significantly. In less than an hour, the rack was piled layer upon layer with *Yang Gui Xiang* waiting to be air-dried.

"It's still more cost-effective to make it myself. If I had to ask someone for it, I'd probably have to owe them a few more opportunities to take action!"

Looking at these *Yang Gui Xiang*, Lin Feng felt quite satisfied. With these, it was enough for him to use for several months; at the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about *Yang Gui Xiang* for the time being.

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly sensed that the wooden figure on Qianyuan Mountain had been disturbed.

So, Lin Feng put down what he was doing and began to control the wooden figure to stand up from the mound.

"Click, click, click."

As the wooden figure appeared, Li Yanbing immediately bowed and said: "Senior, these are the items I collected in Linzhou. In addition, I have also brought the inheritance of the *Gui* Blacksmith that you require."

"Very good."

Hearing her words, Lin Feng directly used filthy blood to condense into two characters, then looked at the items on the ground.

Two Underworld Clay Bowls, a coffin made of Century-Old Yin-Sinking Wood, a stele that looked like it had moss growing on it, and some *Yang Gui Xiang*.

These items were about the same as what Princess Qingyuan had brought yesterday. Lin Feng was quite satisfied with this.

However, what he cared about more was the inheritance of the *Gui* Blacksmith. In addition to a somewhat old-looking scroll, there were also some hammers, anvils, coal stoves, several special ores the size of a head that emitted strange power, and a jar of black water.

The scroll didn't need to be mentioned; it was definitely the method for the *Gui* Blacksmith to make *Guiyi* items. And these special tools were clearly things needed to forge *Guiyi* items.

This was something Lin Feng had never expected. He had thought that being able to get the manufacturing method would be good enough, but the other party had actually thoughtfully prepared the tools as well.

"Can be exchanged for 1,500 heavy-armored *Zhiren*, and you can also obtain one opportunity for me to take action!"

A series of blood-red characters appeared on the ground again, which made Li Yanbing overjoyed. Being well-prepared was indeed the right thing to do!

Lin Feng didn't like owing others favors, so he gave more rewards directly!

"Click, click, click."

Then, with a massive fluctuation of shadows, 1,500 heavy-armored *Zhiren* walked out of the shadow world in unison. These *Zhiren* looked much more elite than the first batch of heavy-armored *Zhiren*.

"Thank you, senior!"

Feeling the momentum emitted by these heavy-armored *Zhiren*, Li Yanbing bowed to the wooden figure again.

Last night, she had firmly remembered her uncle's words: "In troubled times, those with strong troops and sturdy horses are the kings!"

And these heavy-armored *Zhiren* were the strongest troops, and the senior before her was her strongest protective talisman. With these two things, she had the capital to gain a firm foothold in these troubled times!

Because Li Yanbing still had the small puppet, Lin Feng didn't give her a new one, just used his *Gui* Domain to take all the items in front of him away.

"Senior, I have another matter that I need to report to you!"

"Speak."

"The imperial decree regarding your title has arrived. The imperial court has conferred upon you the title of Protector of the State Dharma Master. In addition, from now on, Xinglong Ling is your private Daoist site, and you can establish a sect and recruit disciples."

Li Yanbing hesitated for a moment before telling Lin Feng about this matter, although these things actually didn't have much meaning.

"..."

In the wooden house, Lin Feng felt an urge to laugh when he heard Li Yanbing's words, but he managed to hold it back.

"The imperial court, heh, they don't even know how to buy people's hearts."

Things like Protector of the State Dharma Master or designating Xinglong Ling as his private Daoist site were simply worthless titles!

Did he, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, need these things to prevent people from coming to Xinglong Ling to cause trouble?

Well, there really were some, like the existence of the Incense Master, who certainly wouldn't be afraid of him.

However, what was the use of having an imperial title against such a person?

Thinking about it, Lin Feng controlled the wooden figure to nod slowly, which was his response to Li Yanbing's report.

"Click, click."

Li Yanbing waited for a long time before seeing the wooden figure react, and she felt a slight relief in her heart.

"By the way, senior, if you are in urgent need of dragon vein tomb soil, you can go directly to this place to take a look. This is an imperial mausoleum from the previous dynasty, but the mausoleum is shrouded in a special kind of *Guiyi*. My subordinates are truly powerless to penetrate deep into it."

Then, she took out a map and handed it to the wooden figure. The situation of this imperial mausoleum was too special; she had originally wanted to continue arranging manpower to enter it.

But later, even after using heavy-armored *Zhiren*, the people who went in didn't come out, so she had to give up.

However, that kind of *Gui* Domain might be difficult for them, but for this senior, it might be something he could handle with ease, so Li Yanbing simply handed the map to Lin Feng.

"Good."

After the wooden figure took the map, it left only one blood-red character on the ground, then slowly turned around and returned into the mound.

"This junior takes her leave!"

Li Yanbing's *Gui* Domain expanded, encompassing all the heavy-armored *Zhiren*, and then she herself disappeared from Qianyuan Mountain.

In the wooden house, Lin Feng stared at the map in his hand for a while. A black dot was marked on it; clearly, that was where the imperial mausoleum was located.

"I don't need dragon vein tomb soil for the time being. If I encounter any *Gui* with good potential later, I can go and take a look."

Putting the map away, Lin Feng stood up and took a step forward, then his whole person disappeared into the shadows. ===== CHAPTER 119 =====