The Supreme Dragon Emperor

The whole body of the small tripod is pitch-black, and the four feet are embossed with dragons with teeth and claws in relief, placed randomly on a cloth sheet. Because it was so dark, it looked inconspicuous on the outside. Although Qingyang Street was crowded with tourists, no one took a second look at this small tripod.

But Qin Zheng is different. Looking at it from such a distance, I can feel the quaintness of the small tripod. This kind of feeling can only be felt on those genius treasures in the prehistoric world. My heart moved and I couldn't help leaving past.

The owner of the stall was wrinkled, and his age could not be seen. He folded his arms and shrunk his neck, closed his eyes and rested his mind. When he heard the footsteps, he only glanced at Qin Zheng and then closed it, as if he didn't care about his movements at all.

But Qin Zheng didn't care, he grabbed the tripod, which was half an arm high, and slowly watched it.

First look at the Panlong on the feet of the tripod. You can see the lifelike horns, beards, scales and claws of the dragon. The eyes of the dragon are glaring, and the mouth of the dragon is wide open, facing the belly of the tripod.

The mouth of the tripod belly is round, and a picture of Taiji Yin and Yang is engraved on the bottom, and the belly is surrounded by a circle of flame patterns. But looking at the workmanship, it is already extraordinary.

In mythology, there are dragons who have nine sons, but Panlong is not among them. The so-called Panlong is not a real dragon, but a dragon that is dormant on the ground and has not ascended to heaven. There are also legends that Panlong is the fifteenth son of the Dragon King of the East China Sea. He studied under the Immortal Sanyuan. Who is the Immortal Sanyuan? Most of them refer to the incarnation of Laojun.

There are also Taiji diagrams and flame reliefs, all of which are related to Taoist alchemy, and that's all. When Qin Zheng tried to use spiritual energy to sense the small cauldron, a trace of prehistoric aura suddenly came to his face, although there was only a faint one, almost Unobservable, but Qin Zheng, who has spent a long time in the prehistoric world, is very familiar with it.

This tripod may have been used by a Taoist immortal in the prehistoric period, and then drifted away for unknown reasons. The aura of itself has become very weak with the passage of time, but for Qin Zheng, this is a good thing.

Really sleepy sent a pillow, Qin Zheng grabbed the tripod and couldn't put it down, and asked: "Boss, how do you sell this tripod?"

The old man had already opened his eyes when Qin Zheng released his spiritual energy on the small cauldron, and the originally muddy eyes were a little excited. Well, it’s not in vain. I hold this small cauldron and wait outside the Qingyang Palace all day long. Finally, I found someone who was destined, but I was afraid of scaring Qin Zheng away, so I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a calm tone: "Young man, although my tripod is an antique, it is not for viewing. I don't know if you plan to buy it back." What is it for?"

I asked you the price, but you asked me what I bought it for, what I used it for, of course it was alchemy, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with you, you just sell things and collect money, Qin Zheng muttered in his heart. Fortunately, he is not the stunned young man he was back then, the excited look in the old man's eyes made him feel a little weird.

I took a closer look at the old man, his hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles. He was not a cultivator at all, but his time was running out, and he felt like he was dying. Cultivators are nourished by spiritual energy, and those who have small successes can live for more than a hundred years. This old man doesn't live long, so he must have nothing to do with monks.

"Old man, it will be useful for me to buy it back. You can just say a price. As long as you don't open your mouth, I will take whatever you want."

"Not for sale, not for sale." The old man's gray-haired head shook like a rattle, "Young man, if you don't tell me what to do with it, I won't sell you my tripod."

Damn, this old man must be sick, Qin Zheng couldn't help thinking, but he really liked this little tripod, and immediately said: "Old man, I'll offer one hundred thousand, you sell this tripod to me."

As soon as this remark came out,

Not only did the old man not agree, but he stretched out his hand to snatch Xiao Ding back from Qin Zheng's hands, saying, "Young man, since you don't tell me, return it to me. I won't sell it no matter how much you pay."

How could Qin Zheng let him snatch it away? He avoided the old man's hand with a little shrinkage, and said with a smile, "Old man, you really don't want to sell it?"

"Young man, do you want to grab my things and run away?" Qin Zheng's smile stunned the old man, but he immediately shook his head and said, "But you don't need to fool me, old man, although I am old and dim-sighted, I have learned Decades of physiognomy, these eyes have never passed the eye, you are not such a person."

Qin Zheng couldn't laugh or cry, I've never heard such a compliment, I'm not a bastard who steals people's things, okay? In fact, it is not a secret that monks are in the human world. Most people have heard of monks, but like two parallel lines that never intersect, ordinary people have only heard of monks but rarely see them. Without him, the road is long, and monks have no time to care about ordinary people. What's more, a thousand-year-old family like the Xuanyuan family treats ordinary people as ants and doesn't care.

Although Qin Zheng didn't have supercilious thoughts, he didn't want to reveal his identity for a while. For ordinary people, ascetics are like characters in myths and legends. Just a long lifespan makes people flock to him. Stepping into the coffin, if you know that you are a monk, you will definitely rely on me.

It's just that it's troublesome for the old man to be soft and hard. When he was thinking about how to persuade the other party, the old man spoke again, only to hear his affirmative tone: "Young man, actually even if you don't say it, I know you use it." What does this tripod do, alchemy, young man, you are a monk, right?!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stared at Qin Zheng's face without blinking, but Qin Zheng had already managed to hide his emotions and anger. Although he was surprised in his heart, there was no reaction on his face, and he wrote lightly: "Cultivator? Old man, You guessed it wrong, I don’t have this opportunity. Yes, I bought this cauldron to make alchemy, but it’s purely a personal hobby, just for fun.”

The old man was stunned for a while, and took a good look at Qin Zheng. Seeing his calm face, he finally sighed and muttered to himself: "Yes, for ordinary people, monks can only be seen from a distance. How can I, Du Ruhui, be so lucky to meet an inaccessible existence. Sigh, I have worked so hard to explore the way of heaven all my life, knowing that the way is right in front of me, but I still can't touch it. "

The old man complained to himself, then stood up and said to Qin Zheng: "Young man, since you have this hobby, then we are fellow Taoists. I don't have much time, so it's a waste to keep this Panlong cauldron in my hands. If you like it, then use it."

Without giving Qin Zheng a chance to answer, the old man just left, and a verse came out of his mouth: "Watch the chess, cut the wood, walk slowly at the mouth of the valley. Sell wages and sell wine, laugh wildly from pottery..."

This song is a song taught to the woodcutter by the Bodhi ancestor. It is said that this song can prolong his life and prevent all diseases. And when the old man sang, there was also a hint of envy. A monkey can ask the way, but I can't get it in vain. The old man is envious and jealous.

Qin Zheng looked at his back and suddenly said, "Old man, wait!"

The old man turned around: "Why, young man, what else do you have to do, you don't need to pay, I told you that I will give it to you."

It is because you gave me away for nothing that I let you wait. Anyway, I am also the Holy Lord of the Desolation. I can’t afford to throw away this person with your things for nothing. I smiled wryly: "Old man, count me as a favor. Well, I didn’t just now To be honest, I’m actually a monk.”

"What did you say, young man, can you say it again?" The old man's eyeballs almost fell off.

Qin Zheng looked at the flow of people around him and said, "Old man, this is not a place to talk, there is a teahouse in front, let's go in and chat slowly." Grabbing the small tripod, Du Ruhui hurriedly followed.

After ordering a private room and ordering two cups of tea, Du Ruhui couldn't wait to ask again: "Young man, repeat what you just said, are you, are you really a monk?"

"It's absolutely true, it's as good as a fake!" Qin Zheng said, stretching out his hand, a small flame burst out from between his fingers.

Even juggling and magic can’t conjure up a fire out of thin air. Now the old man has no doubts anymore. In fact, he didn’t doubt it at all. It’s just that the surprise was so great that he couldn’t believe it. He opened his mouth wide and trembled. Looking at Qin Zheng's hand, he was speechless.

The stunned look made Qin Zheng embarrassed, "Master, I didn't mean to lie to you just now, but you also know that monks are always a special existence to ordinary people, so."

"I know, I know." Old man Du nodded quickly, "Young... Dao..." The ascetic has a good face, and Qin Zheng looks young, but he is not sure about his age, and he has changed several names in a row. I don't know what to call Qin Zheng.

Fortunately, Qin Zheng immediately announced his name: "Old man, my surname is Qin, you can call me Xiao Qin."

So Qin Zheng is really young, but old man Du dare not really say that, "Fellow Daoist Qin, I don't know how long you have practiced and what level you have reached now, yes, since you practice alchemy, are you trying to break through the realm? Fellow Daoist Qin, where did you learn from?"

Qin Zheng didn't know how to answer the series of questions for a while, so he thought for a while and said: "It's not too short a time, and now I have barely made some small achievements. As for the teacher's school, I also came into contact with it by chance. It's easy to say, old man, please forgive me."

Listening to the meaning of old man Du's words, he still knows a lot about practice, but judging by his demeanor, he doesn't have any aura at all, and he's about to die. He doesn't look like a Taoist. , you seem to have been exposed to Taoism, how did you end up in this situation?"

When he asked this question, old man Du sighed again and again, "Fellow Daoist Qin, I have indeed been exposed to Taoism, but without your good luck, I am just a casual cultivator, and the methods of cultivation are all discovered by myself."