Arriving at the edge of the spiritual realm that the fox girl mentioned.
Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around, and was a little surprised: "It's really a deserted place."
Compared to the stalls they passed by, there were obviously a lot fewer people here, and they could only see a few scattered stalls.
After listening to Su Jincheng's words, a kind-faced monk in white clothes with a snow-white beard next to him smiled and explained: "We are late."
"And if we don't sell it in the end, we can get a few spiritual stones back."
Lin Xuanzhi smiled at the old monk and saw that the things in front of him were nothing but rosary beads, wooden fish, demon-conquering pestles, mantras, scriptures and other things that had been illuminated and blessed with magic power.
We almost arrived at the stall that the fox girl was talking about, and it happened to be right next to the monk.
The stall owner was taking a nap while leaning on a pile of tattered books. When he heard someone coming, he lazily opened his eyes.
The person in the booth on the other side of him was a skinny old man with a stooped body. It was rare for someone to come here. His ears were slightly twitching at this moment. He sat up a little and cheered up a little.
But when he turned his head, Lin Xuanzhi's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. There were actually two black holes in the position of the old Taoist's eyes, which was even more spiritually shocking than the hanged man just now.
Seeing that the two of them were well-dressed, and although they were not among the magical weapons, they were still valuable and of exquisite workmanship, the bookstall owner immediately greeted them with a smile: "You two fellow Taoists, take a look and choose as you please."
"Ordinary books range from five taels of silver to fifty taels of silver."
"Kung Fu, magic, secret skills, swordsmanship, etc., ranging from fifty spiritual stones to five thousand spiritual stones."
Hearing this, Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around and asked hesitantly: "Kung Fu? Secret technique? Can it be sold? Does anyone dare to practice it?"
The stall owner said angrily: "Why can't it be sold? Why doesn't anyone dare to practice?"
"They are all real things passed down from my ancestors. How can I lie to you?"
After Su Jincheng heard this, he was stunned for a long time and then said in a complex tone: "You are so filial. You sold all your ancestors' things."
Lin Xuanzhi took advantage of the two of them to talk and quickly "scanned" the moon in his eyes.
Little bits of brilliance flickered in the two messy piles of books.
It can be gray-white, light red, deep red, or reddish with two sporadic strands of yellow.
"There is actually something."
Lin Xuanzhiyuan only thought that the other party was a liar, but he really didn't expect that he actually sold his skills and stuff.
"Is there a catalog that would make it easier for me to choose?" Lin Xuanzhi asked without hope.
Su Jincheng couldn't help but glance at him. That look meant: Do you really want to buy it?
Hearing this, the stall owner took out a warm booklet from under his buttocks and handed it over and said, "Look, look. I'm an innocent child."
Lin Xuanzhi took it with a smile and looked through the booklet.
Naturally, those books have been manipulated, so you can only read the first two pages.
After a while.
Lin Xuanzhi picked out a thin book and handed it to the stall owner.
"That's it, it's quite interesting."
The stall owner took it and looked at it and said in surprise: "Bean Art of War?"
Lin Xuanzhi nodded. Except for the cultivation technique in the stall owner's hand, which was glowing with yellow light, there were also a few scattered yellow lights flashing in the light red of the Bean War Art.
There is nothing hidden. Lin Xuanzhi probably just has some potential in the secret technique itself.
Seeing that he was about to close a deal, the stall owner couldn't help but laugh and said: "It seems that Taoist friends also have the dream of spreading beans and forming troops, and arranging troops in formation with the wave of their hands."
"Chenghui seven hundred and eighty spiritual stones, and Taoist fellows cannot sell them here in the future!"
Lin Xuanzhi smiled: "The upper limit of your method is not high, and it takes time, effort and resources."
"Five hundred, that's the most."
The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched: "Are you too cruel? Just cut off three hundred?! No, no, no!"
"This is a secret technique. Do you know the secret technique? Seven hundred and five is the lowest!"
"Five hundred and five, if it doesn't work, forget it. It was just for fun." Lin Xuanzhi shook his head, pulled Su Jincheng and turned to leave.
Seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly said: "No, no, no, no, six hundred, six hundred!"
"Six hundred?"
"Yes, just six hundred! This is a real secret technique. If it weren't for collecting spiritual stones, why would I make the decision to go against my ancestors and sell the family's books?" the stall owner shouted with a mournful face.
Lin Xuanzhi smiled slightly and looked at the ordinary books on one side: "Don't you give me two as a gift?"
The stall owner almost rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Gift, give, give!"
"Just two!"
Lin Xuanshang stepped forward and took two books at random. They were indeed ordinary storybooks.
After all, there are so many things in the world that you can take advantage of.
Money and goods are cleared.
After collecting the spirit stones, the stall owner complained: "You two seem to be from the same family, but why are you so fussy about everything?"
"The world is difficult, and big families are not well off either." Lin Xuanzhi said helplessly.
Su Jincheng felt it was funny and pulled Lin Xuanzhi to leave.
When passing by the stall next to the bookstall, I saw a bronze palace lantern lit in front of the skinny blind old Taoist priest. The lavender flame of the wick suddenly swayed twice as Lin Xuanzhi walked over.
The old Taoist priest sniffed, seemed to be looking up at the two of them, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wouldn't this little friend take some talismans to protect himself? The world is in chaos, and demons and ghosts are about to come out."
"Moreover, the dark clouds are gathering above my little Taoist temple friend. I'm afraid there will be a disaster soon!"
The bookstall owner heard this and said in a loud voice: "The old blind man is talking crazy things again. How can any monster dare to come under the emperor's feet?"
"You open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, thinking that you are the real person of the soul. What are your magical plans? Anyone with a bad temper will beat you up. Only these two young masters are so talented and elegant, and their magnanimity is not as good as yours."
The blind old Taoist priest held an ancient bronze palace lantern in front of his eyes and leaned forward as if he was carefully studying Lin Xuanzhi's words: "I have three magic talismans that can solve this little friend's calamity."
Lin Xuanzhi quietly took a half step back and said patiently: "No need, senior. My house is very close. Someone will come to you as soon as you shout. You'd better sell your magic talisman to those who need it."
His eyes scanned the stall's talisman, and he shook his head in his mind: "It's not as full of spiritual light as the one I drew."
The blind old Taoist priest looked at Lin Xuanzhi with the two black holes in his head, and shook his head: "Sell? You and I are destined, so what if I give this talisman to you three times? Take your pick."
"deliver?"
Lin Xuanzhi, Su Jincheng and the bookstall owner were quite surprised.
The book seller was even more annoyed and said: "We have been neighbors for several months. Last month, I gave you a book about erotica written by celebrities from the previous dynasty. Why didn't you say you would give it to me as well?"
"You and I are not meant to be together."
The old Taoist priest said in a slow voice, "And the broken book has no artistic conception at all, so it's a bad review."
Lin Xuanzhi wanted to refuse, but he saw the old Taoist priest grabbed three talismans from the stall and stuffed them into his hand without any refusal.
"I don't want anything given for free. There are still such fools in the world." The old Taoist priest muttered in a hoarse voice.
Lin Xuanzhi held the three talismans with rough yellow paper and clumsy strokes. He could neither hold them nor return them. And when he looked carefully, he realized that he did not recognize these three talismans. He immediately did not dare to take them. Know what the hell is the talisman.
"Senior, don't you know that the free ones are the most expensive?"
"Juniors have never loved or taken advantage of others since they were young."
The old Taoist priest ignored him, sat back in front of the stall with his rickets, and said slowly: "Golden light, shadowless, and five thunders."
"The golden light escapes far away, disappears without a shadow, and the five thunders defeat the enemy."
"Disaster is another matter. I will give you a meeting gift today."
"After walking more than half a step, go out from the North City and wait at the back of the old locust tree five miles outside the city gate. Remember to put up the Shadowless Talisman and wait."
"When midnight arrives, something will fall from the sky. Remember to stick the golden light talisman on it as soon as you take it. You should have a clear mind about where to go. Don't lose it yourself."
Lin Xuanzhi was a little stunned, and then he realized that the others didn't seem to hear the conversation between the two of them at all.
I was suddenly shocked, had I met an expert?
Fortunately, he remained calm after all, and did not panic or get excited. His thoughts were just whirling around, thinking about the implications.
In addition to pie falling from the sky, there may also be disasters!
The old Taoist priest turned his neck and "looked" at Lin Xuanzhi, as if he had understood what he was thinking. His tone was a bit disgusting, and he pointed at the bronze lamp and said, "Do you know what this lamp is called, Old Taoist?"
"It's so unique, could it be a coffin lamp?"
Lin Xuanzhi said hesitantly after making careful guesses.
Not to mention anything else, this old Taoist priest with a skinny face and two black holes on his face, paired with the green-black copper lamp, his painting style is more than simple and down-to-earth.
This means that the spiritual realm is in the daytime, otherwise some people would believe it if they said it came from below!
The blind old Taoist priest choked and almost wanted to borrow two eyeballs from the bookstall owner to roll his eyes, then said in a depressed tone.
"Old Taoist, this is called the Eight Views Palace Lantern!"
"Let's go, go quickly!"
"The person that the careless guy fell in love with is so unlikable!"
"Grudges and chirps, timid."
"It's just a skin like this!"
"You look like Xuandu Guan, but you're still pretending to be an old Taoist."
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