Lanke Chess Edge

After the people from Yuhuai Mountain left, all the nuns of Weimei Sect stepped into the building with blue bricks and glazed tiles under the leadership of the elder at the front, but the latter still looked back to see the monk Yuhuaishan leaving. direction.

She couldn't see through the man with the pale eyes just now. Obviously, the other party couldn't really be a mortal, and he seemed to know what the younger generation said through sound transmission.

Regarding this situation, the leading woman of the Weimei Sect knew that it was not that the person was deliberately casting spells to find out something, but that the cultivation base had reached a certain level, and she was also a person with a clear state of mind and a clear spiritual platform. For myself, I will feel it.

"Master, I didn't expect Yu Huaishan, a group of people who didn't like to go out for hundreds of years, sent so many people this time, and there are a few people with unfathomable skills. I underestimated them before."

The woman who spoke just now obviously also noticed Ji Yuan's slight sideways glance before, after all, the other party was looking at her, and Ju Yuanzi, who was beside Ji Yuan, also had a bottomless cultivation level, that's why he felt emotional at this moment.

Hearing what the monks of his disciples and grandchildren said, the leading female nun was slightly taken aback, and turned to look at her.

"Do you know what they're here for?"

"Uh... Master, it's the year of 1898, and it's this time of year again, so naturally I'm going to participate in the Fairy Tour Conference."

The leading nun nodded suddenly.

"Oh...it's another sixty years..."

Several people stopped talking, and walked slowly into the interior of the building. The space inside is much larger than it looks from the outside, and it should have been refined using some kind of formation that condenses the universe.

The first floor is an empty hall. There are pieces of magic cards hanging on the walls, some are glowing and others are dim. Brother Lushan was in charge of the surrounding affairs.

Seeing this group of female cultivators with obvious characteristics coming in from the Weimei Sect, a monk from Yuelushan hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"My surname is Li, and I'm one of the governors of Yuelu Mountain who is in charge of the summit crossing. The fellow Daoists of the Weimei Sect have worked hard!"

"Well, Li Daoyou doesn't need to be too polite, just tell me the people who want to take the Sky Swallowing Beast and whether there is any extra cargo."

People in the Weimei Sect don't like to talk too much, and they don't like to have too much contact with outsiders. As the governor, the monk surnamed Li knows it well, so he quickly took out a bundle of jade slips that were specially in charge of recording, and found the one that arrived today with a swipe of his fingers. The column of the swallowing beast, and then pulled out the jade slip with a single twitch, and handed it to the Weimei sect monk with both hands.

"Fellow daoists, please take a look. It's all on the top. If there is no urgent matter, I hope that the swallowing beast will stay at the peak for two days, so that people who want to take it can also be picked up. If you need a place to cultivate, you can go upstairs. Please!"

"Oh, I see!"

The people of Weimei Sect are not interested in going to the upper floors, and they just plan to turn around and leave. If they want to practice, it would be better to go to the Heaven Swallowing Beast at home.

But when he turned around, the disciple and grandson of the leading female cultivator suddenly asked the governor surnamed Li.

"Li Daoyou is the governor of Dingfengdu, and he knows all the seniors who have come and gone, so I would like to ask, there were two seniors in Yuhuai Mountain before, can Li Daoyou recognize them?"

Fellow Daoist surnamed Li thought for a while and replied.

"Among them, the long-bearded old man is Yuhuaishanju Yuanziju real person. This old man seldom goes out. The earliest record of Yuelushan was 600 years ago. The real age is unknown, but the depth of Taoism can be imagined."

Age may not be the criterion for measuring cultivation. For example, due to talent and other reasons, a 60-year-old monk may not have a lower cultivation level than a 100-year-old monk, but if he is older than a certain level, it will be fine. If not, he would have died of old age.

After talking about Ju Yuanzi, the monk surnamed Li thought of Ji Yuan and continued to speak.

"There is also a senior who Li has never met, but Yuhuaishan monks respect him very much, even Ju Yuanzi, and they all call him 'Mr. Ji'. Judging by Li, that person Senior should not be Yuhuaishan monk, but he has a good personal relationship with Yuhuaishan."

"Okay, thank you fellow daoist for letting me know!"

"You are Welcome!"

After asking the question, they left. The female cultivators of the Weimei Sect seemed to be more aggressive than many men. When they left, the governor surnamed Li over there was slightly relieved. People in the Weimei Sect don't like to deal with outsiders. Outsiders who are accustomed to Buddhism are similar.

It's not that people from the Weimei Sect are unreasonable, there are actually a small number of those who are really unreasonable in the cultivation of immortality, but there are quite a few people who admit death or can't rub the sand in their eyes. The Weimei Sect belongs to the former and the latter , the method of cultivation emphasizes tranquility, spirituality, and mind as still water, so sometimes the attitude seems to be very indifferent. If there is a disagreement, the kind of expressionless and careless female cultivator of the Weimei sect who refuses to give in is the most terrifying.

In the Dingfengdu market, a group of monks from Yuhuai Mountain also wandered together. Ji Yuan, Ju Yuanzi and Qiu Feng walked together. Qiu Feng, who arrived first, was introducing some special things in the market to Ji Yuan and Ju Yuanzi. architecture.

It is mainly a place hosted by some practitioners, most of which are about the sale of various treasures and spiritual objects. There are also monks who rely on their own unique vision to identify spiritual objects for people's eyes, so as to form good relationships.

Some are stalls in bazaars, while others are single-family buildings, which obviously have begun to have a certain "brand effect".

The bazaar here is obviously much more lively than the small bazaar on the Jiufeng Mountain Flying Boat that Ji Yuan had been to, and the things are much richer, with all kinds of strange things.

Ji Yuan even saw Xianxiu selling all kinds of rare little monsters. These little monsters are very weak, and some of them are the kind that can be killed by mortals if they are not careful, but they have their own magical effects. At a stall, an old fairy was selling a kind of dark blue spirit.

This is a small person the size of a thumb, with a pair of transparent blue wings on the back. It is being locked in a black metal cage, covered with a black cloth, but because of the magic, people can see through the black. Bu saw the three villains inside who were arguing with each other, but the villains inside could not see outside.

The stalls of the cultivators are very different from the secular markets, that is, the stall owners basically seldom yell, but concentrate on meditating in the stalls, and only speak when interested Taoists come.

Seeing Ji Yuan and a group of Yuhuaishan monks staying, the old monk introduced a few words.

"Fellow daoists, the one in this cage is Lan Mengmei, who likes to steal dreams from people's ear orifices when they are deep asleep, that is, to steal spirits. Some people have enough sleep, but they wake up with a lack of energy. They're at work."

"Then what's the use of them?"

Ji Yuan asked, and the stall owner thought about it carefully.

"If they are willing, they can help people go back to their dreams, redo or continue the same dream, but they are also very fragile and are often crushed to death by people who turn over in their sleep."

Because it is a ghost born between the spirit and the dream, most of the body will soon dissipate and become invisible after death, leaving only a little blood. Some people wake up in the morning and find blood on the pillow mat, and there is no scar on their body. Maybe It was the spirit monster that was crushed to death last night.

"How about it, are the three fellow Taoists interested in buying them? This cage is also given as a gift. It's enough for me to condense one or two pieces of wood, and it's also fine to regenerate pills and other pills to replenish vitality."

Qiu Feng couldn't help but speak.

"Such spirits are of no use to us. What's there to buy, but this thing looks a little special."

As Qiu Feng said, he picked up a golden-red feather from the booth, about the length of a forearm, and after entering the spiritual energy, it faintly radiated heat towards the surroundings.

"I don't know what kind of monster left this feather, and there is no unusual monster aura on it. It was picked up in the East China Sea back then. Occasionally, there is heat flowing out, but it is only to the extent that fellow Taoists are now aroused. The sacrificial artifacts cannot help others in their cultivation, and they may have other magical uses, but I don’t know about it.”

Ji Yuan didn't care about the feather at first, until Qiu Fengfeng's spiritual energy stimulated the heat flow above, a feeling that made him feel extremely palpitating came out from the feather, and Ji Yuan almost took a few steps back in horror. Only then did he hold back.

'Are you kidding me... no evil spirit? It's just monstrous! '

Ji Yuan's eyes widened, staring fixedly at the feather in Qiu Feng's hand. The feather that Qiu Feng and the stall owner were chatting with calmly exuded a black-red horrifying demonic aura, which was very faint. But it's scary.

In the past few years, Ji Yuan has rarely experienced any real fear.

Even if a feather is like this, Ji Yuan can't imagine what kind of monster it would be if the owner of the feather was here, could it be...

Thinking about it, Ji Yuan couldn't help but look up at the sky, as if he saw the sun on that day through the clouds and mist that lingered all year round above the peak.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji?"

"Huh?"

Ji Yuan came to his senses in a flash, the demonic aura emanating from the feather just now caused his spirit to diverge, and he was rarely in a trance.

Ju Yuanzi and Qiu Feng were a group of monks Yu Huaishan was more familiar with Ji Yuan. They knew that Mr. Ji looked at the feather in a daze. It was very likely that the feather was unusual, but the stall owner didn't know.

"Well, Mr. Ji, this feather seems to be quite beautiful, do you want to buy it back for decoration?"

When Qiu Feng asked such a question, Ji Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and replied with a smile.

"That's right, but it's not for decoration. Since this feather can absorb spiritual energy, Ji doesn't believe in evil. He wants to go back and cast spells to find out if it has other magical effects. By the way, fellow daoist, how do you sell this feather?"

The old monk glanced at the three of them and stretched out two fingers.

"Two catties of wood element condensate, or other condensed extracts in the five elements, two catties of eight liang, and elixir such as Huansheng Pill to replenish vitality are also acceptable!"

"So expensive? Didn't you say it's useless?"

Qiu Feng couldn't help asking, and the old monk smiled.

"Things are rare and precious. I can't do anything about it, but I can't find its source. Besides, these two fellow Taoists have profound Taoism, so maybe there is a rule."

"You also..."

Qiu Feng still wanted to speak, but Ji Yuan stopped him.

"Fellow Daoist is right, and I don't want to bargain, but I don't have the essence of wood on my body, and I don't have any pills to replenish my vitality. Do you think this thing can be bought?"

With that said, Ji Yuan took out two newly refined French coins from his sleeve.

As soon as the dharma coin came out, the surrounding spiritual energy was faintly affected, and the deep brass-colored streamer flowed past the edge of the dharma coin, and a breath of Dao accumulation condensed and did not disperse.

The old monk subconsciously moved closer.

"May I take a closer look?"

"Take it."

Ji Yuan handed over one of the dharma money, and after the old monk took it, he felt the magic, and the mystery in it gradually became clear but not entirely clear.

"This thing is called a dharma coin, and it is a carefully refined item. It can only be said that it has many wonderful uses. Can two such dharma coins be worth the price?"

Qiu Feng stared at the money, subconsciously raised his hand.

"Mr. Ji, I have wood and condensate, I have it! This method of money, if you don't want to..."

"If you sell it, you need these two dharma coins. Now I don't want it if you give it to me. I need dharma coins!"

As a cultivator of immortals, the stall owner was a little impatient at the moment, watching Qiu Feng vigilantly, for fear that the money he was about to get would change hands.

"Hehe, okay, I'll give you this one too, please keep it."

Ji Yuan handed over another French coin, and then reached out to take the feather.