A year later, the originally deserted Jinghong Island suddenly became lively, with ships arriving from all directions.
The pier that originally seemed a little empty was suddenly crowded with ships.
A pier could only be temporarily opened on the north side for other ships to dock.
Monks with different costumes and different accents poured into the central plain in an endless stream, and soon all the inns were crowded.
Fortunately, Jinghong Island is large enough and well prepared. It has already made arrangements with ordinary residents in advance to requisition a large number of private houses for use as temporary inns.
Of course, it is impossible for the Foundation Establishment Pill alone to have such momentum, even if it is added to the Moon River Island, it will not be enough.
However, communication between sea areas is not smooth to begin with, and travel is rare.
The Foundation Establishment Pill Conference is not only an auction, but also a platform that provides a market. All major forces are determined to use this platform to trade, buy and sell.
This is the first time that Jinghong Island has held a foundation building conference, otherwise, more people would come.
As long as Jinghong Island can successfully hold the Foundation Building Conference several times in a row, no more, just three times, some people will regard this place as a fixed market point.
All major forces and merchants will set up shops here, and Jinghong Island will become more and more prosperous, just like Dacheng Island.
For the current residents of Jinghong Island, regardless of whether they are human beings or monsters, as long as their minds are open and they can communicate with other monks normally, they can pick up money while lying at home.
The influx of a large number of monks has brought many requirements in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. No matter what, it can bring everyone a lot of income.
Of course, for this conference, Jinghong Island has also made a lot of preparations.
All demons that can fly have been recruited, and birds are constantly patrolling over the island and even in the sky within a ten-mile radius.
At the same time, all the sea tribes came out and patrolled around.
In the central plain, there are a large number of uniformed patrols patrolling repeatedly, not sparing any street corner.
It is guaranteed that if there is any abnormal movement, a patrol team will arrive within the time of a cup of tea.
At the same time, the golden statue of Buddha and the robes of the King of Ghosts remain in the sky for twelve hours a day, intimidating all directions.
Seeing such a big battle on Jinghong Island, many people wanted to laugh.
They also participated in many fairs and conferences, and rarely saw such a large array as Jinghong Island.
However, they also had to admit that such a large number of patrol teams, even if their cultivation levels were not high, greatly deterred those with evil intentions.
Those monks who were originally grumpy and would draw their swords to fight if they disagreed with each other suddenly became much more cultivated and less impulsive after seeing this formation.
This approach is still based on Xu Wen's experience after experiencing various major events in his previous life.
As long as there are enough patrols, even the most violent gangster will become an obedient dog.
This is the first time he holds a foundation building conference, and he does not allow any failure or any flaws!
With the continuous influx of people, various trade fairs, underground auctions, black markets, and ghost markets became lively before the Foundation Establishment Pill Conference officially started.
However, anyone who is familiar with Jing Hong Island will find that the person behind most of the activities is Jing Hong Dao.
That night, Xu Wen, who was meditating, suddenly felt a little tired. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He didn't know where this feeling came from.
Master Jin Dan rarely has this kind of mood. Regardless of mental or physical strength, he is far from reaching the limit.
I tried to meditate several times, but was interrupted by some inexplicable tiredness. I immediately stopped forcing it and ended the practice naturally.
The consciousness slowly released and slowly enveloped the whole city. Feeling the excitement outside, all the past suddenly came to mind.
After putting on a disguise, Xu Wen quietly left the island owner's mansion and came to the market outside.
It was already late at night, but the surroundings were brightly lit, and stalls of various sizes were placed at the door.
At this moment, the entire Jinghong Island was in a business craze.
There are no special forces in this world. The simplest thing is to find a piece of cloth, put a few things on it, and become your own boss.
Arriving at the edge of the city defense formation, I walked along the formation for a while. Soon, some dim lanterns hanging on the branches came into view.
He couldn't help but smile, and a strange sense of comfort suddenly came over him.
This is the ghost market on Jinghong Island. Although the layout and appearance are very different from Qingfeng City back then, the familiar feeling is exactly the same.
After lowering his cultivation to the middle stage of Qi refining, he slowly walked into the ghost market.
"The fragments of the magic weapon, the fragments of the magic weapon, if you are interested, come and take a look. There is no such shop after passing this village!"
As soon as he entered, Xu Wen almost fell into trouble due to the merchant's deception.
It is indeed a familiar smell. I really dare to say anything and brag about anything.
Why didn't you say that it was the toilet paper Daozu used to wipe his butt in the toilet?
Looking at the small vendor who was frothing at the mouth, holding an unknown piece of paper, and trying to fool the people around him, Xu Wen kept shaking his head in his heart.
Sure enough, although the regions were different, the vendors' mouths were equally untrustworthy.
With the Heavenly Eye Baoguang Technique activated, he walked slowly along the core of this ghost market just like before.
Most of them are insignificant things without precious light, and they are even mixed with many ordinary things.
Occasionally, one or two treasure lights rise, but they are basically low-level spiritual objects.
"Ten low-grade spiritual stones. I only have ten low-grade spiritual stones. I want ten!"
At this time, a voice suddenly rose in my ears, and it seemed to be mixed with something unspeakable.
Turning his head, a Taoist wearing a gray monk's robe suddenly came into view.
There were many people in the ghost market, including people who were neater, dirtier than him, and more special than him, but Xu Wen's eyes were attracted to each other.
Because this is a real Jin Dan.
Although his breath-condensing skills were very high and almost invisible, Xu Wen could still spot the other person at a glance.
Because there are only a few black spots on the opponent's body, and they are constantly changing.
Compared with the pitiful transformation spells of ordinary low-level monks with black spots all over their bodies, this man's spells are extremely superb.
The only monks who can cast such superb spells are Jindan monks.
The small vendor opposite the Taoist didn't know what kind of master he was facing. He snatched the things from the other person's hands and waved his hands to drive him away with an impatient expression:
"Let's go, don't interfere with my business. If you can't get fifteen low-grade spiritual stones, why are you buying anything?"
"Let me tell you, except for me, there is nothing worth less than ten spiritual stones!"
Looking at the various gadgets on his stall, Xu Wen couldn't help but smile knowingly.
This is clearly another Nie Laojiu and Kou Laoxi-style character.
Looking at what the two were arguing about, it was a broken picture scroll. Xu Wen's heart moved, and he suddenly felt that it looked familiar.
"This little brother, what do you like? Just look at it, I am a child and an old man, I am a child and I am not deceived!"
Noticing Xu Wen's gaze, the vendor stopped paying attention to the Taoist priest and turned to greet Xu Wen.
The Taoist priest also saw Xu Wen, nodded and smiled, stopped pestering him, and walked away slowly.
Xu Wen also returned a kind smile, walked forward, flipped through it, then picked up the scroll that had been thrown in a corner by the stall owner, and asked in a low voice:
"Shopkeeper, what is the origin of this thing?"
"Ha, I really have a good eye. This thing is passed down from my ancestors. It is said that it was an adventure of my great-grandfather..."
The stall owner immediately started boasting and telling stories, while also repeatedly emphasizing that he was an innocent child.
While waving repeatedly, Xu Wen asked Xu Wen to go to the surrounding vendors to inquire about his reputation.
This kind of hawker is always confident before others inquire about his details. As long as you really inquire about him, his true colors will be revealed immediately.
However, most people would not really inquire about this because of their dignity.
In line with the good habits developed from being in the ghost market for a long time, Xu Wen patiently listened to his nonsense for a while before taking the scroll from his hand.
When I opened it, I saw that it was indeed a portrait of a Taoist, but there was only a middle section, and only a chin was left on the face.
Surrounded by many shrunken figures, each surrounded by various kinds of thunder and lightning, they are none other than the Thirty-six True Gods of the Thunder Department.
With just one glance, Xu Wen knew that this was another part of the picture that could absorb thunder and lightning.
However, the two cannot directly match each other, and some parts of the Taoist's body are probably completely missing.
There is nothing unusual about this scroll at first glance, but if it is noticed by cultivators, there is naturally something special about it.
The image quality is very tough, even if ordinary people tear it hard, it will be difficult to damage it at all.
Of course, that's the limit, otherwise it wouldn't appear in the ghost market.
"How many spirit stones?"
Xu Wen asked with a faint smile.
"Thirty Spiritual Stones, as you can see, the Taoist priest just now also took a fancy to this scroll, but as soon as I saw my Taoist friend, he looked very familiar to me, and I felt an unusual sense of closeness..."
The price doubled in the blink of an eye. Xu Wen chuckled and whispered:
"Ten!"
It's impossible not to make a counteroffer. If you ask for it directly, the other party may raise the price to 300 yuan.
"Twenty, twenty, it can't go any lower!"
The vendor shouted repeatedly, and then quickly snatched the spiritual stone handed over by Xu Wen.
Before he could sell other things, Xu Wen waved his hand with a smile and walked in the other direction.
"Fellow Taoist invites you!"
After a few steps, a voice sounded. Hu Xiaoxing turned around from the side, cupped her hands at Xu Wen, and said:
"I like that picture very much. I don't know if I can part with you. I'm willing..."
Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Xu Wen smiled slightly and released a trace of aura belonging to Jin Dan.
The aura disappeared in a flash, and everyone around him knew nothing about it, but it was impossible for Master Jin Dan not to sense it.
Hu Xiaoxing was stunned, and his face suddenly looked a little embarrassed. The other party had obviously discovered his identity, but he was not aware of it at all.
Although there was no confrontation, their strength was already clearly judged.
"I, Hu Xiaoxing, made fellow Taoists laugh!"
After glancing at Xu Wen for a few times, a strange color suddenly flashed through the old Taoist's eyes, he cupped his hands and said:
"I know most of the Jindan masters near this sea area, but fellow Taoist...but some of them are unfamiliar to me. But Xu Wen, the famous island owner of Jinghong Island?"
(End of chapter)
