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Yinlu Mountain used to be the site of the ancient Celestial Talisman Sect. There had been grand halls and towers, resplendent in gold and jade, but now only a ruin of broken walls remained. It was desolate as far as the eye could see.
Additionally, there were remnants of an ancient grand talismanic formation, so even birds and beasts did not dare to approach it. That made the whole mountain deserted, bleak, and eerily silent like the land of the dead.
That was the depressing scene that greeted Chu Liang when he landed.
Following the instructions given by the Conservation Master, he walked to the half-collapsed grand hall at the center of the mountain. That was when he finally saw a few people.
"Young Hero Chu!" a bald figure called out, greeting Chu Liang with a wave.
"You're here too?" Chu Liang replied with a smile.
This bald person, who had smooth, gleaming skin and a handsome face, was Monk Pushan from the Buddhist Cloud Monastery. He was that young monk who had practiced silent meditation in the past.
"What a coincidence, isn't it?" Monk Pushan walked over to Chu Liang with a grin. "There aren't many who study talisman-making in our monastery, so they sent me over here, even though I'm half-baked in it…"
Chu Liang quickly said with a smile, "There's no need for modesty between us."
Buddhism had its own version of talisman-making art, which differed significantly from that of the Daoist sects. In recent years, the two schools of thought...
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