Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

"The temperament is extraordinary, presumably from the Ten Thousand Laws Sect, but I don't know which temple it comes from?"

In the inn, Meng Yuan was also thinking about the identities of the two monks he had seen.

He also remembered what Miao Le said that the inheritance of the small law temple came from the Ten Thousand Law Sect, but he didn't know which lineage.

Now with Lu Commander by his side, he also knows a lot of 'common sense' that he once didn't know.

For example, the Wanfa Sect is actually a huge Buddhist gate composed of 333 temples, spread all over the Great Yan Kingdom, and even other countries.

It's just that compared to the loose alliance of Tongtian Peak, the Ten Thousand Laws Sect has a complete system and recognition, and it is not a mess of sand.

"Maybe these two monks are my opportunity to enter the Ten Thousand Laws Sect?"

Meng Yuan secretly thought that the Lotus Duer Heart Sutra he was practicing only had the Foundation Building Chapter, and if he wanted to break through the Golden Pill, he would have to go to the Ten Thousand Laws Sect, and now the progress of the role was also stuck at more than thirty percent.

The main thing is that the level he is currently at limits himself, even if he shows some miracles, but who will pay too much attention to a nameless person in the Qi Cultivation Realm?

Several people stayed in the inn until Jinwushi sank, and the last rays of sunlight sank into the West Mountain.

Knock!

"Master Miao, let's go."

"Here it is." Meng Yuan did not take Manzhu this time, leaving her in the room, and went to the ghost market alone with Lu Guangming and the three.

Yu Xing led the way ahead, and from time to time there were dark shadows flashing in the night sky, these were people heading to the ghost market.

"Three adults, would you like to dress up a little?" Yu Xing asked, the ghost market is mixed, and many people will disguise themselves to avoid trouble.

"Hmm."

Immediately, each of the four wore a cloak, which was just a simple disguise.

Not long after, several people led by Yu Xing arrived in front of a torii in the south of Wonju City.

"Behind this archway was originally Gujing Street, but now it is a ghost market."

Sure enough, Meng Yuan watched a figure sneakily pass through the archway, but there was no trace of him on the street inside.

"Let's go."

Lu Guangming took the lead in the front to prevent any sudden danger.

When passing through the archway, Meng Yuan suddenly sensed a gloomy and cold aura that seemed to invade his flesh from all directions. Immediately, the street was

still the same as that street, but there were many figures on the street, and the rest of the street except this street was distorted and blurred.

The arrival of the four did not attract the attention of the rest of the creatures in the ghost market.

"Where is the wooden?"

Yu Xing will immediately lead the way ahead.

The four of them walked through the street, lined with shops that were either empty, but others were picking goods.

Meng Yuan glanced at it casually, most of them were broken blades, white bones of unknown creatures, and many strange things that could not be seen. "The ghost market

is a magical place, most of those shopkeepers came with the ghost market, probably from the underworld, and there are indeed many treasures." Yu Xing saw that he was interested in those shops, so he took the initiative to say.

"Didn't anyone think about robbing those shops?"

Meng Yuan did not believe that the moral level of cultivators who entered the ghost market would be higher than average, as if such things as killing people and buying for zero yuan must have happened.

Sure enough, Yu Xing was immediately startled after hearing this, and hurriedly persuaded: "Little master must not have such thoughts, this is the way to death." The

ghost market has been open for an unknown number of years, and there is never a shortage of daring people.

As far as Yu Xing knows, there was once a big real person in the Yuan Infant Realm who took a fancy to a treasure in a shop in the ghost market, but he couldn't pay that price, and finally directly grabbed it.

Perhaps that Yuan Baby Zhenren also knew the power of the ghost market, ran after grabbing it, and even crossed the Great Wilderness to the East Overseas, but he still did not escape the bad luck, and was found by the terrifying existence to refine the soul, and the body was refined into a puppet, which became an exhibit in the store.

Meng Yuan nodded slightly, he naturally didn't have this idea, just a little curious.

"What about the shop opened by the cultivator?"

How is this guy always staring at other people's things! Yu Xing thought with a strange face.

"If the cultivators who rob it, they will not attract the terrifying existence behind the ghost market, but those who dare to open shops in the ghost market are definitely very people."

There is no rent in the ghost market, as long as you are bold and strong enough, cultivators can also find a place to set up a stall at will.

And the wood master is obviously one.

It is a small alley, and the alley is lined with puppets of various sizes, which Yu Xing calls Wooden Man Alley.

"You even dare to come?" A puppet mechanically opened and closed its upper and lower lips asking, and anger was vividly expressed in its eyes.

Lu Guangming stepped forward and said, "We have no intention of embarrassing Master Mu, we just want to buy a news, and this puppet will be returned to Mr."

After saying that, he directly returned the finger puppet to the wooden.

Taking his puppet, the wooden master's tone was much better: "If you still want to know the information of your employer, I advise you to avoid it."

"No, I want to know where the people of the Corpse King Sect are hiding?"

Duh!

Suddenly, all the puppet heads in the alley turned around at the same time, looking at Meng Yuan and several people, and Yu Xing was sweating even more, for fear of fighting.

"Corpse King Sect? Hehe, I'm sorry, you're late, I won't reveal any information about the Corpse King Sect, you can't afford to pay that price. The wood master did not refuse, but said that they were late.

Several people were intelligent people, and they immediately understood what it meant, the people of the Corpse King Sect spent a lot of money to let the wood master not reveal their whereabouts!

"Damn it! Mu Shi, what price does the Corpse King Sect offer? Lu Guangming asked unwillingly.

One of the puppets shook his head: "You can't afford it, even if your Yasuyaji's treasury is empty."

"The Corpse King Sect is the mortal enemy of the imperial court and the other three sects, aren't you afraid of offending them?" Zhang Tai asked coldly.

"Oh, I'm so scared, find me and talk about it."

Lu Guangming stopped the quarrel between the two, what price did the Corpse King Sect pay to let this wood master say the price that their Jing Yesi couldn't pay? However, this

also shows the horror of this wooden master from the side, even the Corpse King Sect has to pay a huge price to block his mouth.

"Then let me change the question, who was the county order of Gaoling County five years ago? Where are you now? After realizing the horror of the wood master, Lu Guangming also changed his mind and directly asked where the man was.

"You are two problems, and they also cost a lot." The puppet replied.

"At what cost?" "The first question is one thousand catties of gold,

and the second question is two thousand catties of gold, if there is an equivalent treasure."

Three thousand pounds of gold!

Lu Guangming was completely shocked, he only had more than a pound of gold a year, and the rest of the pills, silver, etc. were counted, and he really dared to speak.

Of course, this must have been Mu Shi deliberately slaughtering them, Lu Guangming could not and could not agree, Mu Shi would definitely not easily tell him about that fake county order, so he had to change direction.

"To put it another question, how many people have sold horses on the black market in ten years?"

"Hehe, this question is simple, ten pounds of gold."

"One pound!"

"Nine catties."

"..."

"Five pounds."

"Deal! There are very few appearances, no more than three times in ten years, all sold by the same person, and I will send you a message for free, it is now on the black market, and a horse will be sold tonight. "