Journey To Longevity

After the blue-clothed nun came down, a middle-aged monk with a strong, round face stood up from his seat and moved to the same table as the blue-clothed nun with a smile. He waved Hold up the aura shield and envelop the two of them.

He didn't open or close his mouth, and he used sound transmission with his spiritual consciousness. All the people present were foundation-building monks, and there were not a few people who could understand spoken language. If the two of them used ordinary sound transmission to enter secrets, then they were ordinary qi-training monks. Based on the shape of their mouths, they can roughly know what they are talking about. Of course, the premise is that the qi training monk can see through the aura shield of this strong and round face.

After Zhang Shiping watched the two people put up the aura shield, he looked away, because another monk wearing a bronze grimace mask came up on the stage, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The six-hundred-year-old Xingyue vine with its root can be exchanged for a magic weapon of ghosts, or a wicked ghost, the more vicious the better!"

After finishing speaking, the monk with a bronze grimace took out a jade box from the storage bag. He took off the talisman on it with one hand, and showed it to the audience. Zhang Shiping saw a bare brown hair wrapped around the jade box. It was a brown vine without half a leaf. If it weren't for the vigorous wood attribute spiritual power contained in it, he would have thought it was a whip.

Sure enough, after the Xingyue vine was taken out, several monks who were majoring in wood attribute skills immediately stood up, and one of them, an old man with a cloth bag on his body, moved faster and went up to the stage first. However, the person behind also jumped up.

"Fellow daoist, I came up first, there is a difference between the front and back, fellow daoists are not afraid of breaking the rules of Qingshilou by following up like this, or are you saying that you look down on the old man and insist on making things difficult for me, an old man?" The old man frowned at the few people behind, his voice contained anger, and stared coldly at a foundation-building monk coming up from behind.

"Things are always bought by the one with the highest price. If you come first, it must be your reason. I don't care about how old I am. I leave the opportunity to others and insist on coming out to sell the old." One of them was wearing a black robe. , the monk who couldn't see his face squeezed his throat, like a secular eunuch, his voice was sharp, and he couldn't tell whether the other party was a man or a woman.

"Ahem, fellow Taoists, please don't hurt your temper because of the face of my Qingshi Loose Cultivator." Sitting under the stage, the nearest green-robed monk with long gray beards on his face coughed a few times. Before the foundation-building old man with the cloth bag on his body responded, he said in advance.

Zhang Shiping noticed that the green-robed monk in the audience leaked his spiritual pressure in the late stage of foundation establishment when he was speaking, and turned around between the two people who had just jumped up. Sure enough, the two people trembled, I was a little surprised to see this unremarkable old man in green robes in the audience, and my heart sank.

"Since fellow Taoist Qingshi has made it clear for this person, there is nothing wrong with it." The old man bowed his hands to the Qingshi Sanren under the stage, regardless of the fact that they are about the same age, they both look very old, but he just For a monk in the early stage of foundation establishment, it is already a blessing from heaven to be able to advance to the middle stage of foundation establishment in this life, but Qingshi Sanren is different, maybe the other party may still be able to form alchemy.

Zhang Shiping looked at the blue-robed old man with surprise in his eyes. Many of the monks who came here before knew that Qingshi Sanren was a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment. Man, this kind of Foundation Establishment cultivator who came here for the first time does not know the situation.

The other party claimed to be a Qingshi Loose Cultivator, which meant that the other party was from a casual cultivator background. In the world of cultivating immortals, foundation-building monks who were not from a casual cultivator background generally would not call themselves a Loose Cultivator. This is also a small habit, and it depends on each individual. personality hobbies.

"Okay, don't waste everyone's time. You can show me anything you have. If you like it, you can exchange it for the Xingyue Vine in my hand. If you don't like it, please return it. Get down early!" Before the black-robed man could speak, the monk with the bronze ghost face on the stage said something impatiently.

"Two thousand wronged souls of mortals." The cultivator covered in black robes took out a dull silver bottle from the storage bag and said sharply.

Hearing the two thousand mortal souls mentioned by this population, Zhang Shiping looked at the bottle in his hand, which was similar in style to the soul-raising bottle of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect. Clean, yes, even if he went to wipe out the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect in the secular world, he would have escaped a lot of Qi refining monks, and it is not certain that the foundation building monks escaped in the chaos. Somehow, Zhang Shiping's heart sank when he thought of Zhang Shiping like this, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and soon he completely restrained himself, and he couldn't see any difference from before.

"Two thousand mortal souls, these alone are not enough!" The bronze ghost-faced monk was overjoyed at first, and then said to the black-robed monk in dissatisfaction. The number of two thousand mortal souls is quite a lot. door, the three sects went all out to take down the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect a few years ago. I heard that the two Jindan Daoists of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect died on the spot. Since then, things like ghosts have become in short supply .

"Of course it won't hurt you fellow daoist. What do fellow daoists think if you add three fierce ghosts?" The black-robed man touched the storage bag with his long, withered fingers, holding a small bottle covered in purple patterns between his two fingers.

When the monk with the bronze ghost face heard that there were three ghosts, he took the bottle and opened the bottle.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." From the small mouth of the bottle, a large amount of filth gushed out, and three ghost heads the size of fists could be vaguely seen in the black and gray mist. Ghost claws, but the purple runes emit a faint light, trapping the entire black mist, but with the impact of the ghosts, the dim light gets darker and darker, the bronze ghost-faced monk saw that there were really three ghosts inside, and immediately said a few times happily "Okay, okay", it seems that he is extremely satisfied.

Seeing this situation at this time, the old man with the cloth bag couldn't help it anymore. He reached out and patted the storage bag, a black light emerged, and he grabbed a dark wooden staff in his hand.

"This ghost stick, I don't know if it suits the wishes of fellow Taoists." The old man took out a black stick that looked like charcoal. It was nearly half a foot long. He looked at the other three with a somewhat smug expression. The whole body of this wooden stick is made of ghost wood, so it doesn't have any rank, but he asked himself that it is much more precious than some evil ghosts, and it is comparable to the value of this Xingyue vine.

"Ghost wood!" The bronze ghost-faced monk who had just yelled a few times, immediately dodged to the old man's side, looked at the wooden stick from the beginning to the end, and searched for details with his spiritual sense. Finally, he took out a black flag, and the two ghosts The weak ghost floated out from the black banner, and when it got close to the ghost stick, it naturally blended in, and the ghost stick shone faintly.

"Fellow daoist, if you want to get rid of the evil spirit in your hand, you can buy it with spirit stones." Seeing the monk with a bronze ghost face exactly like the one recorded in the book, handing the small bottle with purple patterns to the black-robed monk, he was a bit reluctant to part, but seeing When he saw the faintly shiny wooden staff, he threw away this little bit of reluctance.

When the black-robed monk handed the jade box to the old man, a long spear shot out from the air, piercing through the two foundation-building monks, the bronze ghost and the black robe, in the blink of an eye, and strung them into candied haws.

"Isn't it good to practice well, and you must kill mortals?" A deep sigh sounded from the high platform, and a middle-aged man in hard clothes put one hand on the end of the gun and picked it up very easily.

The old man on the high platform was so frightened that he jumped down, a flash of light appeared on his body, and it flickered several times. He used all the means he could use. The utensils were sacrificed.

But Zhang Shiping didn't do this, and he didn't dare to sacrifice his magic weapon, because a woman in red appeared on his table without him noticing it. The one who glanced at it.

"Little brother, long time no see!" The woman in red held a bronze mirror and said to Zhang Shiping while looking in the mirror.