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Huang Hao showed the manuscript to the Bald Brush God, who immediately took it to read it. He saw that the article was fluent and fluent, describing the life in the market in detail, and he could faintly hear the sounds of vendors hawking from the article.

He also wrote a few strokes of the image of a slovenly Taoist, making people think of him as an outsider.

The disputes and contradictions in the article are very sharp and prominent, and it is full of highlights. Although the Taoist's pear-growing magic is only a minor one, it can't help but applaud because of the suspense created and the perspective of the audience.

Waiting to see the back, the pear seller's pears were not only gone, but even the wheelbarrow containing the pears was hacked, but the Bald Brush God was angry: "This Taoist is really unreasonable, and he can't force himself to do it. He even bothers with mortals. Cultivating Taoism" Get a small belly and chicken intestines."

"If you really want to teach someone a lesson, you can just teach them to be compassionate. You can just show off your skills and make them lose a few pears."

"He actually gave away a whole cart of pears to others to eat. He was so generous to others that the merchant lost all his money. That's all. He actually smashed up someone else's car!"

Bald Bi stared in anger.

"What does it mean to show off your magical powers and bully an ordinary person? This Taoist must be a heretic. He claims to be playing in the world of mortals. In fact, he is an expert and eccentric. He is definitely not a member of the Shinto. The laws of the Shinto say that those who carry other people's property will be exiled. Three thousand miles.”

Huang Hao said: "I have several interpretations of this story."

"Firstly, maybe the pear farmer had some bad karma in the past, which caused him to lose money, and the Taoist eliminated it."

"Both, the Taoist is overcoming the tribulation in order to subdue the greed, anger, ignorance, pride and doubt in his heart. The pear seller he saw now is a demonic test. If the Taoist does not survive, he may not be able to improve his cultivation in the future."

"Third, this Taoist believes in the law of the jungle, so he acts as he pleases and does not recognize the rules."

"Fourth, there is no follow-up to the story. It is just an article. I only saw one side from the perspective of a spectator, and it cannot be the whole cause and effect. What if the Taoist saw that the pear seller had some immortal connection, so he ended up testing it, and finally the two became masters and disciples... …”

Huang Hao has buried different story lines for this story of growing pears, and plans to submit each story line once to increase the interest of the story and the dissemination of the story.

This kind of thing always comes out of the mouth. In the copy of the fairy tale channel Liaozhai in the previous life, the protagonist is either the pear-growing Taoist priest or the Laoshan Taoist priest. It should be artistically processed to avoid calling it a complete plagiarism.

The Bald Brush God nodded: "This article can be signed!" Then he took out a pocket brush and wrote his name on it: "If you submit an article in the future, I will set up an incense table and I will know that I will contact you."

Huang Hao took the brush and saw the Bald Brush God directly take out five feather coins: "I will give you the royalties first. If the royalties increase later, or the magazine is included in the story collection, I will replenish it."

Huang Hao was very happy when he got the money. Just after the Bald Brush God praised his article, a white light point had condensed. This white light point was the material that condensed the literary heart.

It seems possible.

After leaving here, Huang Hao wandered around the market. Lu Cheng hadn't come out yet, so he might have gone to visit. Huang Hao thought about the necessary plots of Xianxia novels and picked them up at street stalls, so he started browsing.

There are many hawkers on the street stalls, including low-level little demons. They sell the hair, teeth, and scales that fall off their bodies in exchange for spiritual materials. Those who are a little richer will also get some spiritual herbs and elixirs that they grow at home. Come to the market to sell.

There are also casual cultivators from outside, and the items for sale are mixed. They sell whatever they have. It is comparable to the flea market in the previous life, and everything is displayed whether it is useful or not.

There are also some local hairy gods and wandering gods, who look strange but very kind.

The market is opened in the spiritual realm, and it also has a three-layer structure, the material plane, the spiritual realm, and the netherworld.

So you can still walk through the passage and look at the ghost market at the bottom. However, the ghost market usually uses other currencies, such as moonlight, yangshou, yinde, and at most incense. The system is complicated, but now Huai Yin's eighty-four thousand white lotus ghosts and virgins are here, and they have killed many evil spirits who take away the Yangshou of the living people, and have maintained the order of the underworld in Tianzhou. There are no longer many evil ghosts using Yangshou to do business.

Huang Hao looked very young and innocent, so the veteran stall holders tried their best to call out: "The alchemy secret book, the alchemy secret book of Jindan Earth Immortal, only costs ninety-nine yuan! Only ninety-nine yuan!"

"Shiquan Dabu Long Jing Hu Meng Xian Ling Powder! If a man uses it, a woman can't stand it. If a woman uses it, a man can't stand it! There are only two hundred and eighty-eight!"

Huang Hao almost rolled his eyes when he walked to a stall selling magical artifacts, picked up a small gourd that looked quite delicate, and asked, "What kind of gourd is this?"

"This is the Nine-Nine Fierce Sun True Fire Gourd. Eighty-one types of true fire are collected inside. It is an ancient treasure and only costs 80,000!"

"Pull ten thousand?" Huang Hao put down the gourd and said secretly: People in the world of immortality are not ancient!

Huang Hao walked from the grocery area to the place where live animals are sold. The world is vast, and many monks have raised exotic animals, some for meat, some as mounts, and some as pets.

These strange beasts are all hybrids, and their bloodline conflict makes it difficult for them to have intelligence. However, they have extraordinary looks, delicious meat, and some have some innate magical powers.

I only saw a purple-feathered chicken selling here. This chicken was handed down from Yiming Mountain. It was originally a descendant of the celestial chicken raised in the Sun Star Palace. When it came to the world, it got used to crowing the sun and exhaling purple gas, so the feathers are bright and the meat is delicious. The eggs laid are also pregnant with purple energy, so they are also called "foundation-building eggs."

There are also people selling fragrant pigs. This one is said to be the descendant of Huang Tian's mount, but in fact the seven little fragrant pigs have no descendants. Their old father, the old wild boar, is just a pig demon at the peak level of human immortality in the Wilderness Continent. He was also transformed into a pig demon by Mahabala.

But there must be a reason for it to sell well. After all, selling things is not as good as telling a story. Once the story is told, the leeks will be harvested by you.

After the purple feather egg was related to "Foundation Establishment", its value has increased a lot. Although the monk himself can also breathe out the purple energy of the morning sun, eating an egg is not as easy as exercising energy and gathering energy by himself, but he has not yet When it comes to refining qi, it is only in the stage of nourishing the essence, returning the essence to the brain, and in the preparatory stage of cultivating the body and character, it can be regarded as a basic tonic, so it is right to call it foundation building egg.

On a whim, Huang Hao thought he could raise one for fun.

He walked up to the chicken seller and saw a mutated white-feathered chicken among the purple-feathered chickens. He asked out of curiosity: "Is this another breed?"

"No, it may be mutated." The little girl said, "Of course, it may also be that the hen cheated."

Huang Hao felt that it was a bit like the black-bone chicken in his previous life. The black-bone chicken was delicious in texture. It was once a tribute in ancient times and was also called White Phoenix.

"If the shape can be stabilized and this kind of black-bone chicken is specially cultivated, it might also be a specialty income of the sect."

Immediately, I paid for this little chicken.