This place is not even an officially recognized commercial area in Windy City. It is just formed by the spontaneous gathering of many merchants.
Many low-level monks, and even mortals, set up stalls in this place, selling items of unknown origin.
In fact, none of the items they sell are of much value. In the eyes of a foundation-building monk like Meng Zhang, it is simply shabby.
Can you find the Foundation Establishment Pill in this place? Meng Zhang felt a little suspicious.
However, thinking that the results of Dayan's divine calculations had never gone wrong, Meng Zhang slowly walked into this area.
The alley here is not spacious to begin with, and it looks even narrower with many street stalls lined on both sides.
Not only many low-level monks, but also many mortals come in and out here.
The alley was bustling with people, and the place was almost packed to the brim.
The junk goods on the street stalls have no value in Meng Zhang's eyes, but both the stall owner and the customers value them very much.
The voices of bargaining kept coming and going, almost without interruption.
Many low-level cultivators lingered on the street stalls, hoping to pick up a big leak.
Many mortals have also started a business of buying high and selling low by virtue of their eloquence.
Many outside cultivators will be slaughtered by these mortals if they are not careful.
As long as one business can be successful, these mortals can enjoy it for a long time.
From time to time, Meng Zhang could see some stall owners chatting with customers, and then the two parties would mysteriously leave the place and enter a more remote and dark corner next to them. This reminded Meng Zhang of the scene of buying CDs on the street that he had seen in his previous life.
Meng Zhang opened his eyes and scanned the stalls on the street.
Sure enough, the stalls here are full of rags.
A cunning stall owner may be able to deceive foreign monks and inexperienced monks with his good eloquence and some deliberate fakes.
Not to mention a foundation-building stage monk like Meng Zhang, a Qi-refining stage monk with a little bit of discernment would not be easily fooled.
In fact, many monks who maintain their own identity will never come to this place at all.
They see this place as a dump and never set foot here.
Meng Zhang didn't mean to look down on this place. Instead, he felt a strong sense of intimacy because of its strong popularity and atmosphere of life.
The street was too crowded, and Meng Zhang moved slowly.
He was not in a hurry, and walked slowly, leisurely walking by, looking at the surrounding situation.
There were some minor incidents in the middle. On several occasions, some mortal children and even low-level monks tried to get close to him and took advantage of the crowds of people to steal from him.
Meng Zhang, who was in a good mood, didn't bother to argue with these people. He gently circulated his Qi and bounced these people away.
Meng Zhang, who was merciful, had no intention of hurting anyone in public.
These people were not fools. After running into a wall several times, they knew that Meng Zhang was not something to be trifled with. They immediately changed their target and targeted someone else.
Meng Zhang walked around for a long time. When he passed a street stall, his heart moved, and he immediately knew that the opportunity he had deduced should be here.
He glanced at the stall owner.
This stall owner is around thirty years old and has a second level Qi refining level.
Although he is a cultivator, his face is pale, his eyes are dull, and his limbs often shake unconsciously. At first glance, he looks like a person with weak kidneys.
The true energy in the body is also turbid, unstable, and there are signs of disintegration at any time.
Looking at the way his body was hollowed out, he didn't know how many years he still had to live.
The items placed on the street stalls are the rags among rags. Not to mention the monks in the Qi Refining Stage, even ordinary people can't look down on them.
Although he knew that this was where the opportunity appeared, Meng Zhang did not pause and passed here calmly.
Not far after he walked out, several big men with tough faces and strong bodies walked up to the stall owner from the other side in a swaggering manner.
"Ye, when are you going to repay the debt you owe to my master?"
The leader, a big man, asked fiercely.
As soon as those big men appeared, the stall owner showed a fearful expression and wanted to avoid them, but it was already too late.
Hearing the other party's unceremonious question, a flattering smile appeared on his face.
"Brothers, please tell your master if you can give me a few days of grace. When I sell the goods, I will pay off my debt immediately."
The big man glanced disdainfully at the items on the stall.
"How do you expect to sell this pile of junk? Do you think everyone is a fool like you?"
The big man's tone became more and more fierce.
"That's right, Ye, your reputation has long been ruined. You thought you could catch a fat sheep who was fooled."
"You trash, you have brought shame on your ancestors."
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Several other big men started shouting and cursing.
Probably thinking that scolding was not enough, several strong men went up and beat the stall owner violently.
No matter how much the stall owner begged for mercy, several big men kept beating him until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was rolling all over the floor.
The stall filled with rags was directly overturned and then trampled to pieces.
Unfortunately, this stall owner is also a cultivator after all, but when faced with the violent beatings of several mortals, not only did he not dare to fight back, he didn't even have much strength to parry.
Even the lowest level of cultivators, not to mention being superior in front of mortals, should at least get enough respect from mortals.
But this stall owner was so unsatisfactory and was wantonly humiliated by a group of mortals, which almost brought shame to the cultivators.
The surrounding stall owners have long been accustomed to seeing this, and they look at this place with gloating eyes. Some people were still communicating with each other, whispering and pointing.
After the beating, the strong men probably felt that it was not enough, so they spit a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm on the stall owner, and then slowly left here as if they were still unsatisfied.
Before leaving, they even threatened loudly that if the man named Ye didn't repay his debt, they would come here every day. The next time I come here, it won’t be as relaxing as this time.
Meng Zhang stopped moving forward and stopped to watch for a while as if he was watching the excitement.
He heard the whispers of the people around him, and used his natural psychic powers to read the thoughts of many people around him, and then he figured out the origin of the stall owner and why he ended up in this situation.
The stall owner's name is Ye Feifan, a native of Dafeng City.
Ye Feifan was not born into such a downturn, his ancestors had also been rich before.
The ancestors of the Ye family have produced many foundation-building monks, and they also had their moments of glory. There are many monks in the clan, and they are quite powerful.
Later, the Ye family went through a series of changes, almost all the monks in the family were lost, and the family gradually declined.
By Ye Feifan's generation, the family had completely declined. Ye Feifan also became an out-and-out shackles, and was extremely impoverished.
