As soon as Ma Haoran entered the hall, he received a warm welcome. Obviously, these wine-sacrifice monks are very familiar to everyone in the small circle of Tianhong.
Everyone was still about to chat when they suddenly saw Wang Zijia following them, and they were all startled.
"I've met Wang Daozi!"
"I've seen Daozi!"
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After sinking briefly, everyone greeted Wang Zijia respectfully.
"Everyone is welcome, I'm just here to see the world and attend the trade fair." Wang Zijia responded with a smile.
Everyone heard the words, but no one spoke, and the lively atmosphere suddenly turned cold for a moment.
"It's already this hour, why haven't you guys started yet? I thought I could only catch up with the first half!" Seeing this, Ma Haoran opened his mouth to open up the situation.
"I heard that Mr. Jianzheng was coming, so everyone just waited. Now that Daozi is also interested in trading, let's show off our shame first!" The speaker was a rough man with a beard, a bun, and a tendon. Meat is everywhere.
While he was talking, he turned over his hand and took out a bead and a jade box. He held the bead first and said: "The Qinglinghu inner elixir in the late stage of the wine ceremony is undamaged and full of spirituality. Whether it is refining elixirs or making utensils, it is of the highest quality." With the best-selected spiritual materials, if an undertaker can be found, it is even possible to extract several top-grade techniques."
"Pfft..." In the crowd, a young woman who still had charm and was wearing clothes that smelled a little like dust heard the words and sneered: "Brother Wen family really dares to brag. Why don't you say that you have found an inheritance master and can refine it?" The first- and third-grade inherited spiritual weapons are here! And some techniques!"
"A certain family said it was promising, but it didn't mean that the method would definitely be extracted." The rough man was not angry. He smiled and rounded off the sentence. He looked at everyone and opened the jade box again, revealing one of the green fruits.
"I think everyone knows the Qingling Jade Snake Fruit, so I won't explain it too much. With the two things together, I want to exchange them for the elixir of twenty years of Taoism, which will be used in the later stages of the wine ceremony!"
During the wine-sacrifice period, one hundred and fifty years of Taoism will break through the middle stage, two hundred years of Taoism will break through the late stage, and three hundred years of Taoism will break through the real person. Similar to the boy's realm, the magic power becomes more condensed as time goes by, and the more difficult it is to cultivate the Taoism in one year, and there will be some slight differences in the power of magic power between different monks.
After saying this, he looked at Wang Zijia specially. Obviously, in his opinion, what a proud man like Wang Zijia lacks most is the elixir to improve his cultivation.
Not to mention that Wang Zijia didn't have it, even if he did, he wouldn't be interested at all.
Moreover, the demon pills and second-grade spiritual fruits in the wine-sacrifice realm are just common street vendors in the sect. At most, they are high-quality products from the street stalls, which are better than the demon bones in the wine-sacrifice realm. Such crap can be replaced by late-stage elixirs. Medicine is just an ordinary transaction. Can't even make money.
Here, it turned out to be a high-end party, and people even bartered...
At this moment, Wang Zijia felt a little bit fucked up in his heart, and he had a new understanding of how remote and remote Hongfang City was.
Thoughts were swirling, and transactions kept appearing one after another. After everyone introduced things, they all glanced at Wang Zijia subconsciously, hoping to attract the attention of the Taoist, and even exchange. According to experience, whenever Wang Zijia makes a move, it is a matter of chance but not hope. huge treasure.
Wang Zijia seemed to be in a trance without realizing it.
"Take out the ancient secret book. This is an authentic relic from the ancient ruins, recording the ancient secrets."
When Wang Zijia was bored, he suddenly heard about such a deal. He became interested and looked over.
The person who took action was a sloppy Taoist priest who was in the middle stage of wine sacrifice. At this moment, he had three very simple paper books in front of him.
As Wang Zijia was the focus of the entire process, her every move naturally attracted everyone's attention. Seeing Wang Zijia's interest, the sloppy Taoist priest wanted to talk more.
However, like Wang Zijia, Ma Haoran, who had been playing soy sauce throughout the whole process, suddenly laughed and cursed: "Old man, you are here to cheat again. You must have copied hundreds of copies of those shabby books. What are you planning to brag about this time? Is it the secret of the ancient Taoist sect? Or is it an authentic relic of the Immortal Family? Or some kind of secret inheritance?"
"How can the previous transcripts be compared? What I published this time is the original." As he spoke, he smiled at Wang Zijia and said, "Wang Daozi, if you are interested, the old Taoist will bear the pain and sell it, and change it to a defensive method." Utensils, even low-grade ones are fine.”
Without waiting for Wang Zijia to speak, Ma Haoran interrupted again: "Junior brother Wang, if you are interested in such secret unofficial histories, I will go back and bring you two boxes later. He has sold countless copies of these three books. It is no longer valuable. As for the so-called original, it has been tested by Taoist friends from all walks of life."
"How can our methods be compared with those of Daozi? Daozi may make some amazing discoveries. After all, this paper that is indestructible for ten thousand years is strange enough." The sloppy Taoist argued with his reasoning and smiled at Wang Zijia. : "How about I add another thousand magic coins and change it to a low-grade magic weapon?"
"I haven't even finished reading the books in Fu Lou, so I won't buy this exorbitantly priced anecdote from fellow Taoist. Three volumes of secrets worth two thousand Dharma coins are quite powerful in the sect. My cultivation level is not that high. It’s all in vain.” Wang Zijia replied with a smile.
The sloppy Taoist priest said sarcastically: "The price is negotiable. I didn't say a fixed price."
Wang Zijia shook his head and ignored it. Seeing this, the sloppy Taoist priest did not dare to continue to pester.
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The trade fair lasted for another half-quarter of an hour, and then ended. Neither Wang Zijia nor Ma Haoran showed up. One was dissatisfied, and the other probably didn't have the need anymore.
After finishing, Wang Zijia and Ma Haoran got up and left.
The departure of Wang Zijia and Wang Zijia made the hall more lively, and everyone's chat became more unscrupulous.
"So, I'm quite disappointed!" Ma Haoran said after a long distance from the courtyard.
"Yeah!" Wang Zijia also nodded and said, "I was looking forward to it a little bit, but it turned out to be a bit ordinary!"
"Junior brother Wang is really tactful in his words. They are just street stalls, and each of them is treated as a treasure." Ma Haoran said with a smile: "When I first came here, I was very uncomfortable with it. Later, I looked at it and got used to."
Although his words were still free and easy, Wang Zijia could hear a hint of loneliness.
"Brother Ma, why don't you try the sect mission?" Wang Zijia changed the subject.
Wine-making monks are completely different from boys. When boys reach an age, they will be sent out if they fail to meet certain requirements. As for the wine-sacrifice monks who are old enough, if they don't meet the requirements, they can still choose to accept some slightly more dangerous tasks and give it a try.
"Haha!" Ma Haoran shook his head with a smile and said: "My eighth-level Taoist foundation has already burned high incense when I have cultivated to my level. Since there is no hope for the real person, what can I ask for? Besides, when I leave the sect, He’s over two hundred and forty years old.”
Wang Zijia was stunned when he heard this and looked at Ma Haoran in surprise.
(End of chapter)
