"The little Taoist priest is young and has a lot of eyes." Ye Chen kicked the little Taoist boy hard on the butt.
He could tell at a glance what the little Taoist priest had planned.
However, I was too lazy to argue with him.
The most urgent thing is to quickly find Ran Yi's snake skin.
He turned to Fairy Ling and said, "Let's go to the Xuanjie Conference."
This time, the Xuanjie Conference was held in a place called Jianghai Town.
As soon as Ye Chen and Fairy Ling arrived near Jianghai Town, they clearly saw that the area was crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.
It was much livelier than at the Quanzhen Dao Mountain Gate.
Every street is filled with various small stalls.
Some people are selling mahogany swords, some are selling treasure gourds, and some are selling amulets.
There are also many people wearing Taoist robes who have set up stalls on the roadside and are engaged in the business of measuring Chinese characters, assigning horoscopes, and answering questions about good, bad, and bad luck.
There were obviously a lot more pedestrians on the road.
There were people wearing green shirts with Daoji tattoos on their heads and even carrying long swords on their backs, walking around the town.
Ye Chen could clearly feel the spiritual energy fluctuations from many people, and there were indeed many practitioners.
However, there are more pedestrians here, wearing similar-colored Hanfu and buns, sightseeing and taking photos.
Ye Chen was slightly shocked when he saw the situation in front of him.
I originally thought that in this Dharma-ending era, most people would only practice boxing and kicking.
There are very few people who really practice mystical arts.
Even if there is, it is hidden in the mountains and rarely appears in front of the world.
But I didn't expect that such a scale would develop in Jianghai Town.
Seeing these people, Ye Chen not only felt no pressure at all, but also felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
It was like meeting an old friend in a foreign country, making him feel less lonely.
It seems that there are quite a lot of people practicing mystical arts in China.
However, Ye Chen glanced at it roughly and was slightly disappointed.
Although, many people do have spiritual energy in them.
However, the cultivation of these people is extremely shallow, and at most they are just getting started.
As for the small stall owners who set up stalls on the roadside, the so-called magical artifacts they sell are even more impressive.
Even though the stall owners were talking very wildly about it.
However, at best, it can only fool ordinary people.
Ye Chen just took a casual look and could tell that nine out of ten so-called magic weapons were fake.
Even if there are a few magic weapons, they do have some calming and concentration effects, but the effect is extremely poor.
Ye Chen could draw ten or eight talismans with the same effect in just one fart.
Moreover, it is hundreds of times more effective than them.
Ye Chen shook his head helplessly.
He sighed slightly and said, "There are quite a few Qi Refiners here."
"But the quality is really bad."
"Isn't the entire cultivation world like this now?"
Fairy Ling burst into laughter.
Said to Ye Chen: "The Qi Master who can come here is actually pretty good."
"Mr. Ye, it's not that everyone is too weak."
"It's because you are too strong."
Having said this, Fairy Spirit sighed slightly.
Then he said to Ye Chen: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, what you said, Mr. Ye, is not entirely wrong."
"In today's society, there are indeed very few people who can calm down and practice."
"And most of them are casual cultivators, or entry-level disciples of some sects."
"The overall strength is indeed not as good as it was a hundred years ago, or even a thousand years ago when mysticism was flourishing."
"What the entire spiritual world can really offer is the eight sects led by the eight great immortal masters."
"For example, we have Zhengyi Dao, Quanzhen Taoism, Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion, Maoshan Qing Sect, etc."
Ye Chen nodded without saying a word and continued to listen to Fairy Ling's explanation.
Just listen to Fairy Ling continue to say: "It's just that even these eight sects have been greatly impacted by modern society."
"It is impossible to truly be born, and they are slowly integrating with today's society."
"For example, we are a disciple, but actually only a small number of disciples practice on the mountain."
"And most people are running companies under our direct sect."
"My master Xuanwu Immortal Master is not only the head of the Zhengyi Mountain Sect."
"Still the chairman of Zhengdao Co., Ltd."
"And I myself am the Saint of Zhengdao on the mountain, and the assistant to the chairman of Zhengdao Co., Ltd. in the secular world."
Speaking of this, Fairy Ling said helplessly: "There is no way, Mr. Ye, you should also know that practicing is also very expensive."
Hearing this, Ye Chen nodded sympathetically.
He has received the inheritance from his father, and now it is not the bottleneck in cultivation that restricts his rapid improvement.
But those old medicines are really too few.
Even if I occasionally find out where this old medicine is available.
That is also worth a lot of money, easily worth millions or tens of millions.
Fortunately, I have a good way of making money.
Otherwise, even eating would be a problem, let alone practicing.
Therefore, many martial arts masters and many mystical masters are mostly dependent on a big family.
As an offering to the other party, this can support your own spiritual needs.
For example, Gu Zhenren, who had a close relationship with the Miao family in the early days, and Gui Lao of the Duan family.
This was also the case with Granny Jin and others of the Zhou family later.
Ye Chen was just about to ask for more information about the occult world.
Suddenly, a surprised voice came over, "Miss Zhao, you have indeed come to Jianghai Town."
"I'm here, but I've been waiting for you for several days."
Ye Chen and Fairy Ling turned around and saw a group of people walking quickly towards this side.
The leader was a young man in his twenties.
This young man had oily hair and a pink face, and was wearing a suit and leather shoes. His steps were sloppy, and his face had a sickly pale look.
At first glance, it looks like the kind of physical weakness caused by excessive indulgence.
"Sun Yaning?" Fairy Ling's originally smiling expression suddenly fell down.
Don't look at him smiling in front of Ye Chen.
However, for other people, he has a frosty face and an expression that repels people thousands of miles away.
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "What, suitor?"
"What kind of suitor? He's just a dog licker." Fairy Ling obviously didn't have a good impression on Sun Yaning.
Therefore, it is not polite to speak at all.
Bang bang bang...
There was a burst of clapping, and Sun Yaning was not only not angry at all.
Instead, there was a very useful expression on his face.
"Not everyone can be a fairy-like figure like Miss Zhao." Sun Yaning was not ashamed, but proud.
When he came to Fairy Ling, he took a gentle breath and looked like he was enjoying himself very much.
He said with a wicked smile: "If you can let me lick Miss Zhao, even if you let me be a dog, I will be very happy."
Facing the other party's blatant teasing, Fairy Spirit really wanted to slap the other party's face, which was as white as a ghost.
But he silently recited the Qingxin Mantra in his heart to suppress the anger.
