Lingchu and He Chaoyun didn't get together for long.
He just went to He Chaoyun's residence to have a cup of tea, asked about He Chaoyun's experience in the past two years, left his communication talisman, a bottle of elixir, and a magic circle, and then left.
Two years later, He Chaoyun, who was already a third-level Qi practitioner, watched as the green figure stepped on the crane and gradually turned into a black shadow on the horizon.
Standing at the door, He Chaoyun had a smile in her eyes. She actually missed Sister Yu very much, but she knew in her heart that there was not so much affection between monks.
During the two years in the sect, He Chaoyun naturally inquired about Lingchu.
She has two ice jade girls, immortal spiritual roots, less than twenty foundations, nine lotuses blooming, and she worships the True Lord Yuanying.
It can be said that he was the best among the disciples of that generation.
He Chaoyun liked this gentle sister very much. After learning about Lingchu's training records, he did not feel discouraged or had any other thoughts. The only thought in his heart was to practice hard and keep catching up with Sister Yu.
Otherwise, Sister Yu is already a foundation-building monk with a lifespan of two hundred, but she is still just a Qi-training monk with a lifespan of only a hundred years. Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?
On this road of cultivating immortality, He Chaoyun was full of motivation as he looked at Sister Yu walking in front.
After not seeing each other for two years, He Chaoyun had been sad and disappointed, but in the end, they all turned into longing. The moment he saw Sister Yu again, he heard a gentle call and saw the still smiling face.
He Chaoyun only felt that at that moment, she was very happy.
After learning that Sister Yu had been locked up for cultivation for the past two years and therefore could not see her, the last knot in He Chaoyun's heart disappeared.
She just wanted a reason.
Lingchu came suddenly and left quickly.
However, He Chaoyun felt that his whole body was full of strength, and the world in front of him became a little brighter. There was a smile that could not be hidden at the corner of his mouth, and he could only see the disdain on the faces of his friends around him.
After seeing He Chaoyun, Lingchu went straight to Fangshi.
Next, she will be permanently stationed in the underground fighting arena.
There is great terror between life and death, but there is also great opportunity.
The evil spirit and murderous intention are difficult to contain without fighting between life and death.
The second level of the sword formation is Autumn Kill. The emphasis on killing was also the main purpose of Lingchu's trip to the underground fighting arena this time, to wander between life and death and hone his killing intent.
Lingchu was no longer the young disciple who entered Fangshi for the first time. He walked to a coffin shop with ease.
He looked up at the black plaque above his head. He saw the four big white characters of Du's Shop standing straight. The small shop was located at the end of the street inconspicuously.
The passenger flow is sparse and the door is deserted.
Monks only cultivate this life and do not care about the afterlife.
What's more, many of the monk's corpses have not been preserved, or simply cannot be found, so what's the use of the coffin.
Therefore, the business of this coffin shop is really not easy to do. If it is among the people or in Western temples, it is quite prosperous.
In broad daylight, although the door of this shop is open, the world behind the door seems to be shrouded in a layer of darkness. Except for a step outside the door, the rest is dark.
Just looking at it gives people a chill.
Lingchu looked at it curiously, then stepped inside, and his figure disappeared into the darkness. To the people on the street, it seemed as if he had been swallowed by the darkness in the shop.
Walking into the house, it was indeed different from the darkness seen outside. There was a bright oil lamp standing on the small counter. The lamp was as red as a mountain and almost motionless.
Dispelled all darkness.
Behind the counter was an extremely young boy with short braids. He was holding a pair of golden scissors and a piece of light yellow paper in his hand, which he was cutting carefully.
From the moment Lingchu entered the door until he walked to the counter, the young man did not raise his head. He only focused on cutting out the yellow paper in his hand, but he spoke lightly as if he could see people.
"Ten middle-grade spiritual stones."
The young man's voice was slightly hoarse and cold, as if he had no emotion at all.
One middle-grade spiritual stone is equal to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones, and ten middle-grade spiritual stones are equal to one thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
For low-level monks, this is a large sum of spiritual stones. You must know that buying a low-grade magic weapon only costs about a thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
Here, it’s just a passing fee to get started.
Of course, the underground black market specializes in dealing with things that are shady or rare and require high prices. They always only look at spiritual stones regardless of their status.
In this case, the importance of spiritual stones is naturally self-evident.
Collecting ten pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones not only proves one's worth to the underground black market, but also provides a maintenance fee for the organizers of the underground black market.
The underground black market, although it refers to the underground market in the darkness under the market.
It is extremely chaotic, but there are rules and there are people who support it, and this kind of support and maintenance still requires some sources of income.
What's more, this underground black market is actually a bit like opening up another space. If you want to get through, you have to use some small tricks.
This coffin shop is one of the places where you can enter.
Lingchu learned all this from his second senior brother. Well, even the ten middle-grade spiritual stones that came in were sponsored by his second senior brother.
Euphemistically called it, it’s just a small pocket money.
It was hard for Lingchu to refuse.
Without looking around the place, Lingchu politely presented ten middle-grade spiritual stones and placed them on a golden plate on the counter.
A golden spiritual light flashed across the golden plate, submerging the ten middle-grade spiritual stones. When the spiritual light dissipated, the ten medium-grade spiritual stones were nowhere to be found.
Even though he had heard from his second senior brother about this magical plate that could identify spiritual stones and eat them automatically, Lingchu still looked at it curiously.
The young man who had been cutting the paper with his head lowered still didn't raise his head and said coldly, "The second coffin on the left, go in."
The second coffin on the left?
Lingchu opened his eyes slightly, then raised his head to look at the shop.
With the counter as the center, there were actually three standing black coffins on the left and right, and cabinets were placed around them. On the cabinets, there were only a few talismans and ghost artifacts scattered here and there.
It looks quite deserted.
On the contrary, this place was not originally for business, or in other words, the business was not the so-called underworld coffin.
After just looking at it for a moment, Lingchu withdrew his gaze and turned to the second coffin on the left.
It was two people tall, much larger than the average coffin.
Lingchu thought that maybe it was to take care of the different body shapes among the monks.
When he walked to the coffin the young man was talking about, the lid of the coffin opened automatically, revealing the hollow entrance.
And there are densely packed masks of various colors hanging on the walls of the coffin.
This is a mask sponsored by the underground black market. It can resist the detection of divine consciousness, of course, only under the golden elixir.
Lingchu took a look at the various masks and directly selected one of them.
A mask depicting a roaring tiger.
