Chapter 23: Talisman Master Zhao Lin

Opening his eyes.

He Song's gaze immediately locked onto the paper crane in front of him.

Although the paper crane was made of paper, it contained spiritual energy. While it didn't look particularly eye-catching, there was something special about it.

The paper crane originated from one of the three basic spells, the Voice Transmission Technique.

Of course, true voice transmission was somewhat unrealistic, but by folding a piece of paper with written words into a crane and infusing it with spiritual energy, then attaching the aura of the person you wanted to find, the paper crane would quickly reach that person.

The paper crane created by the Voice Transmission Technique was extremely fast, making interception nearly impossible.

Moreover, since the paper crane was made from a piece of paper with written words, once the crane arrived, the content of the letter naturally arrived as well.

In this way, it also provided a means of long-distance communication.

Reaching out to take the paper crane, a trace of spiritual energy appeared at He Song's fingertips.

And just as it sensed the spiritual energy at He Song's fingertips, the previously lively paper crane suddenly turned into an ordinary paper crane, losing its previous speed and agility.

In the next moment, a piece of paper with some handwriting appeared in He Song's hand.

"Fellow Daoist He, I, Meng Guan, am leaving without knowing when I will return, and the outcome is uncertain. Although I originally intended for you to take over my position, my superiors did not allow it. Reluctantly, I could only recommend another cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refinement who is on good terms with me."

"However, Fellow Daoist, rest assured. That Fellow Daoist is named Zhao Lin, and he is on good terms with me. Before leaving, I instructed him to take good care of you. His personality is similar to yours, both being quite cautious. I believe you will get along well."

"In addition, Zhao Lin is proficient in talisman-making. If you have any needs, feel free to seek him out."

"Meng Guan."

As He Song's gaze swept over the lines of handwriting on the paper, he remained silent.

Meng Guan was gone.

After handing over his duties and packing up his belongings, he left the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market overnight.

As for why he was in such a hurry to leave.

He didn't even let He Song and Wei Fan hold a farewell banquet for him.

He Song had some guesses about the reasons.

First, going to the Crimson Spirit Gold Mine a day earlier meant he could start earning spirit stones sooner.

Second, farewells were too sentimental. Rather than making all three of them feel bad, it was better to leave without saying goodbye, sparing them the pain of parting.

Third...

Putting down the letter, He Song thought for a moment but ultimately didn't throw it away.

Folding the letter, He Song placed it in the quiet room.

Carrying it on his person was too risky, and He Song didn't have a storage bag, so he could only place it in the quiet room for now. He would transfer it later when he got a storage bag.

Thinking this, He Song's gaze turned to the window.

At this moment, the sky was already bright, but the sun hadn't fully risen yet.

Strands of morning mist enveloped the surroundings, greatly obstructing visibility.

But voices could already be heard outside, and the cultivators in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market were about to start their new day.

Getting up.

Cooking.

After eating, He Song first went to the stall area to pick out some talisman ink, then, carrying the ink, he found the residence of the person named Zhao Lin mentioned in Meng Guan's letter.

The connections Meng Guan left for him before leaving were something He Song naturally wouldn't give up.

As a spirit planter, He Song would likely spend a long time under the person named Zhao Lin.

In this way, visiting him while Meng Guan's influence was still fresh, it was unlikely that Zhao Lin would refuse to give face.

After all, Meng Guan had given him the position and specifically instructed him to take care of He Song.

If Zhao Lin ignored this, his character would immediately be questioned by others.

Before leaving, Meng Guan's cultivation was at the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

Now, Zhao Lin's cultivation was at the fourth level of Qi Refinement.

Although both were in the mid-Qi Refinement stage, one had just entered, while the other had been entrenched for many years. Naturally, they couldn't be compared.

Moreover, with his character being questioned, it was likely that Zhao Lin wouldn't be too comfortable in his position.

In this way, Zhao Lin probably wouldn't make things difficult for He Song and might even take extra care of him due to Meng Guan's relationship.

As He Song walked, various thoughts flashed through his mind, but his steps didn't slow. He soon arrived at Zhao Lin's residence.

Like He Song.

Zhao Lin also lived in a rented house in the immortal market.

Zhao Lin's home wasn't far from He Song's.

It was only a few minutes' walk away.

Standing at Zhao Lin's door, He Song gently knocked.

Knock, knock, knock~

As the knocking sound rang out, the previously silent room immediately produced some noise.

But after a while, a cautious voice came from inside.

"Who is it!" Inside the room, Zhao Lin held several Thick Earth Talismans, his expression uncertain.

Last night.

An old friend who had always treated him well suddenly left, handing over his position in the Spirit Medicine Pavilion to him.

This made Zhao Lin, who had originally been just a small spirit planter, feel as if he had ascended to the heavens in one step, suddenly obtaining the position of manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

You should know, although spirit planters were also internal members of the immortal market, they had no real authority. They were just farmers working all year round.

But the position of manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion was completely different.

As the manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, Meng Guan had the responsibility of recruiting spirit planters and distributing spirit seeds.

Who could become a spirit planter.

Who could obtain better spirit seeds.

These matters were entirely up to Meng Guan.

Now that Meng Guan had handed the position to him, these responsibilities naturally fell on him.

Although the monthly salary of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion manager wasn't high, if you included the gray income, the earnings were much more than what he could earn from farming in a year.

However, wherever there were people, there was intrigue.

The position of manager of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, with its considerable income, was coveted by many.

Now that he had suddenly risen to this position, it was hard to say what those people were thinking.

Moreover, his cultivation had just broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refinement, and he didn't have the true combat power of a mid-Qi Refinement cultivator.

Therefore, when someone suddenly knocked on his door, Zhao Lin's first thought was to take out the Thick Earth Talismans he carried to protect himself.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao Lin, I am He Song. Old Meng should have mentioned me to you before he left last night. I've come to visit you today and hope you'll open the door to meet me."

Outside the door, He Song, holding the talisman ink, spoke loudly.

The talisman ink in his hand was naturally the gift he needed to give for their first meeting.

The connections Meng Guan left behind were something He Song felt relatively confident about.

On the way here, He Song had already prepared to establish a long-term relationship with Zhao Lin.

The room was quiet for a moment.

He Song felt a gaze sweep over him from the shadows.

Then, the door in front of him finally opened.

"So it's Fellow Daoist He. Brother Meng did indeed instruct me last night. Please, come in quickly." Zhao Lin, with a hint of awkwardness on his face, quickly invited He Song inside.

Closing the door.

Entering the room.

Inside the room.

Beside a messy desk.

He Song and Zhao Lin sat down in their respective seats.

A cup of hot tea was soon brought to He Song by Zhao Lin.

"Fellow Daoist He, rest assured. Since you are a friend of Brother Meng, you are naturally my friend as well. If you have any matters in the future, feel free to let me know at any time." Although it was their first meeting, Zhao Lin was quite enthusiastic.

It seemed that his good relationship with Meng Guan was genuine.

(End of Chapter)