After staring at Qianqiu Gu for a while, Chang Yue put it back into the wooden box.
This wooden box is special, with the spices developed by Xiaobai added. As long as Qianqiu Gu enters it, it will soon fall into a deep sleep.
Now that the things have arrived, let’s quickly go to the black market to deliver them to Qi Guanheng. It’s really uncomfortable to be in debt all the time.
Besides, she happened to have something to talk to Mr. Mo.
After coming out of Li's house, Chang Yue went straight to the black market. When he arrived at the black market, he went straight to the Fengshuang weapons store.
Mr. Mo was very happy to see Chang Yue, "Girl in white, you're here just in time. I've made the storage props for you. See if you like it. This is the highest level I've made in recent years."
"Really? Then I have to look forward to it." Chang Yue said in support of the audience, "Since it is Mr. Mo's masterpiece, it must be good."
Mr. Mo was beaming with praise from Chang Yue. After a while, he took out an exquisite brocade box and handed it to her, "Girl, take a look."
Changyue took the brocade box and opened it, only to see a green leaf-shaped pendant lying inside. It looked very delicate, but... this storage prop was for her father. Isn't the shape too feminine? A bit?
Forget it, it’s not easy if you have it, why bother about the shape?
After putting the brocade box away, Chang Yue looked at Mr. Mo and asked: "Old Mo, I wonder if you have a way to contact the Lord of Qiguan City? I have something to give him."
"Girl, you want to see our city lord?" Mr. Mo didn't know about the deal between Qi Guanheng and Chang Yue, so he was a little surprised when he heard that Chang Yue took the initiative to ask to see the city lord. This situation is rare.
"Yes." Chang Yue nodded, "I wonder if the city lord has time to come over and talk about it?"
"This...I don't know much about it, but I can ask the girl for you. Girl, please wait for a moment, and I will come as soon as I can."
"Okay, thank you for your help." Bai Feng nodded,
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
After Mr. Mo left the Fengshuang Weapon Shop, he came to the river in the black market. He took out a mirror and looked at the river. Not long after, Qi Guanheng's reflection appeared in the slightly rippling lake.
"City Lord!" Mr. Mo said with his hands raised to Qi Guanheng.
"Mo Lao, is there something going on over there in Mingyue City?" Qi Guanheng was a little surprised that Mo Lao would contact him at this time.
"City Lord, everything is fine in Mingyue City, ah... it's not completely fine." Mr. Mo paused and continued: "The girl in white has ascended to the position of City Lord."
Qi Guanheng was not surprised by this. He said with a smile: "It will happen sooner or later. From your old tone, it seems that you didn't contact me specifically for this matter."
"Yes, the girl in white is here with me right now. She said she has something to give to you." Mr. Mo said.
Mr. Mo's words brought a rare look of joy to Qi Guanheng's face, "Really? I'll go right away." After he said that, the river surface returned to calm.
Qi Guanheng's attitude surprised Mr. Mo. Does the girl in white have something particularly important to give to the city lord?
Not long after, a whirlpool appeared in the sky above Mingyue City's black market. Qi Guanheng slowly walked out of the whirlpool and landed directly in Fengshuang Weapon Shop.
"Girl in white!" As soon as he entered the door, Qi Guanheng cupped his hands towards Chang Yue. He knew that Bai Yi was Li Chang Yue, but seeing that Chang Yue presented herself in white, he continued to call Chang Yue "girl in white" as usual.
"Lord Qiguan City." Chang Yue also stood up and greeted Qiguan Heng.
"I wonder why the girl wants to meet me..." At this point, Qi Guanheng's eyes revealed expectation.
Chang Yue took out the box containing Qianqiu Gu from his sleeve, handed it to Qi Guan Heng with both hands and said: "This is the reward for promising Qi Guan City Lord!"
Qi Guanheng carefully took the wooden box, and after opening it, he saw a Gu worm with a body as green as jade lying inside.
"Is this the Qianqiu Gu that the girl said?"
"Yes, I hope it can help Qiguan City Lord." Changyue nodded and replied.
Qi Guanheng put away the Qianqiu Gu and said gratefully to Chang Yue: "If this Qianqiu Gu really works, the girl will be my forever friend in the black market."
Hearing this, Chang Yue suddenly remembered something, so she said to Qi Guanheng, "I happen to have something I want to ask Lord Qi Guan for help."
Qi Guanheng said: "It doesn't matter if you just say it, girl."
"The black market is spread all over Minzhou's cities, and Xiangbi must be extremely well-informed. I wonder if I can ask the Lord Qiguan to help me pay attention to a material called the Disha Stone?"
Changyue wanted to forge the Blood-Bloody Knife, but she still needed one material, the evil stone. She had asked Cangyue Pavilion to help find out, but she still had no clue.
If the black market is willing to help, the possibility of finding it will be greater.
"Disha Stone?" Qi Guanheng looked surprised, "This thing is not easy to find!" He is also a well-informed person, and he happens to know the material of Disha Stone. The rarity of this material lies in the fact that it is not in the right place at the right time. Cannot be born.
"But don't worry, girl, I will send someone to pay attention. Once there is any news, I will inform the girl back."
"Then there is City Lord Lao Qiguan." Chang Yue said gratefully.
After chatting with Chang Yue for a few words, Qi Guanheng couldn't wait to leave the Mingyue City black market with Qianqiu Gu.
Changyue herself went to see Mr. Mo. Since she couldn't forge the bloody knife for the time being, she would ask Mr. Mo to forge one for use. She couldn't always be without a weapon, as that would make her feel very insecure. .
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Yuezhou, Fahua Temple, Lecture Pavilion.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that all the five aggregates are empty, and he survived all the hardships.
Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness.
…”
An old monk with gray hair was leading a group of young novices to recite sutras while shaking his head. When he recited a sentence, the young novices imitated his example and also followed his example, shaking their heads and chanting.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that all the five aggregates are empty, and he survived all the hardships.
Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness.
…”
The young novice monks are generally around eight or nine years old and have not yet begun to practice martial arts. Their immature children's voices echo in the attic, which makes people's ears and eyes clear.
They are all orphans taken in by Fahua Temple. Fahua Temple never recruits disciples from outside. The monks often travel down the mountain. If they encounter homeless orphans on the way, they will bring them back to the temple, and these orphans will become Will become a new disciple in the temple.
However, among the group of little monks who were chanting sutras, there was an alien mixed in. Everyone was shaking their heads and chanting sutras, but he was sitting in the back row with his head lowered, his round little head bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice!
There is also a thumb-sized golden cicada lying on the top of the little monk's head. The golden cicada gently shakes its six pairs of transparent wings, looking a bit like some conspiracy is brewing.
"Squeak~~~"
Suddenly the golden cicada let out a piercing scream.
The attention of the preacher elder was instantly attracted, his cloudy eyes widened, and he let out a powerful roar.
"Xuan Kong!!!"
The little monk who was pecking at rice suddenly stood up, "Huh??? get out of class is over? Is get out of class over?"
"Hahaha~~~"
In an instant, the entire lecture hall was filled with the laughter of the novice monks.
Six-winged Golden Cicada: Hum~~ Let’s see if you dare to bully me next time!
After being apart from Chang Yue for such a long time, the little monk didn't seem to have grown up at all. He still looked like eight or nine years old, with a childish look on his face, but his aura was obviously much stronger.
The roar of laughter from the novices finally made the young monk realize what happened. He scratched the back of his head and said to the old monk with a smile:
"Senior Brother Xuanfa, do you want me to ask little monk?"
"What do you think? What time is it now and what were you doing just now?" Xuanfa roared.
"Little monk...little monk...is reciting sutras..." the little monk scratched his head and scratched his head, his tone full of guilt.
"Still trying to fool me?" Xuanfa slapped the ruler in his hand on the podium, "How many times this month?"
The young novices underground laughed and answered in unison: "The third time!"
"Only three times, not many." The young monk tried to excuse himself.
"Not much?"
Little monk:. . .
The young novices burst into laughter again.
"Is this how you set an example for your nephews?"
No, no! Xuanfa tried his best to calm down. It was not Junior Brother Xuankong's fault, it was not Junior Brother Xuankong's fault, it was all Uncle Zhi who failed to teach him well!
Yes, it’s Uncle Smart’s fault!
"I...I didn't want to be a role model..." the little monk muttered.
"That's enough, you go out and stand for punishment!"
Hearing this, Xuanfa finally couldn't hold himself any longer. He turned red and pointed at the door angrily and shouted.
"Oh~~"
The little monk obediently held his golden bowl and walked out. At this time, Xuanfa yelled again, "Put your golden bowl on your head!"
"Oh~~~"
The little monk responded obediently again. It wasn't the first time anyway. His posture of holding the alms bowl was really upright and stable, and he was very skilled.
In this way, the young monk was forced to stand at the door with a golden bowl on his head, and was not allowed to leave until the sermon was over.
As soon as the sermon ended, the young monk rushed towards the dining hall. The monk who was serving the meal saw him and smiled and said: "Little uncle, you are number one again today! Are you still the same as usual?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah~~" The little monk nodded quickly.
"okay!"
The rice-feeding monk neatly gave the little monk a bowl full of food, and also gave him a wooden bottle as long as a baby's arm.
"This is your animal milk. My nephew went to the animal garden to express it for you early this morning. The tigress almost took a bite of it."
"Nephew, you are so kind, I like you the most!"
If the intelligent monk were here, he would definitely say: You are the favorite for everyone!
The little monk's few words coaxed the little monk into smiling.
The little monk took the food, found a seat and started to wolf it down. As he was eating, he suddenly put down the rice spoon in his hand, then sighed deeply and said:
"Hey~~ It's still fun to follow the female benefactor on an adventure!"
After saying that, he picked up the wooden bottle on the table, pulled out the cork, and took a gulp.
After lunch, the young monk tied a golden rope to the waist of the six-winged golden cicada. He held the golden rope and let the six-winged golden cicada fly in front. He followed the six-winged golden cicada and walked around.
After a while, a young monk suddenly ran over to him and said, "Uncle Xuankong, the host asked you to come over."
"Uncle, you called me?" The young monk's eyes lit up, and he ran away holding the six-winged golden cicada.
The six-winged golden cicada was held by a golden rope, and its internal organs were almost displaced in the air.
This little bald donkey, just wait for me. If you have a chance, you will make me stand!
Soon the young monk came to the door of a Zen room. He straightened his appearance, then cleared his throat and shouted in a sweet voice: "Uncle, Xuan Kong is here!"
"come in!"
An old voice came from the meditation room.
"Master!!!"
As soon as he entered the door, the young monk was about to pounce on his uncle who was in charge. The uncle who was in charge quickly put his hand on his bare head.
The young monk had both hands and feet, but his hands were short and his legs were short, so he couldn't reach the presiding uncle.
The presiding uncle said helplessly: "I am old and my bones are brittle. I can't withstand such a sudden attack from you. I heard that you were punished by Xuanfa to stand again."
After hearing this, the young monk sat directly on the futon on the ground and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, can I not go and recite sutras with my nephews tomorrow? I am an uncle, how can I recite sutras with my nephews every day!"
The presiding uncle said with a smile: "Then recite a section of the Heart Sutra to my uncle."
The young monk hesitated for a long time, but could not recite the entire last paragraph.
The host master knocked him on the head and said, "Look, can't you recite it? Any of your nephews can recite it."
The little monk covered his head with a look of embarrassment.
"You, you..." The master in charge shook his head helplessly, "You and your master are good at not imitating, but you have learned 100% from this!"
"The young monk doesn't look like the master!" The young monk climbed up from the ground, hugged the presiding uncle's arm and said, "The young monk looks like the master."
The host uncle looked at him with a half-smile, "Does he really look like him?"
"Hmm~~"
The little monk nodded quickly.
"But when my uncle was six years old, he could memorize the scriptures of the Presbyterian Church by heart..."
Before the presiding uncle finished speaking, the young monk quickly covered his mouth with both hands and said: "No, no, most of the young monk looks like the uncle, and a small part looks like the master!"
"You're the one who's naughty!" The host uncle couldn't help but hit him on the head, "But... you don't have to go to recite sutras with your nephews tomorrow."
"Really?" The little monk jumped up from the master in surprise.
"Really." The master in charge nodded, "There seems to be demons causing trouble near Golden Light City recently. You can take Yuan Xin and the others to have a look tomorrow."
Hearing this, the little monk's eyes lit up, doesn't that mean he can go out?
Seeing the expression on the little monk's face, the master in charge hurriedly gave instructions: "You must obey Yuan Xin's instructions. You are only responsible for beating people. You can do whatever other Yuan Xin asks you to do."
When the young monk heard this, his face suddenly fell, "Huh? Do you still want to listen to Master Nephew Yuan Xin?"
"If you don't obey, I won't go." The host uncle said immediately with a straight face.
"Go! Go! The young monk will definitely listen to nephew Yuan Xin in everything!" the young monk immediately promised.
