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It is said that there are usually some newly unearthed things on this kind of stall, which is why Fang Zheng came over.

Originally, the street lights were dim at night, and there was an awning to block the light, and the lights on the stalls were even darker.

First, you can take a clear look at the treasures on the stall; Second, it can interfere with the sight of others, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

When Fang Zheng came, there was already a middle-aged man in his forties squatting there to watch, and according to the rules, Fang Zheng was honestly waiting on the side.

The stalls are mainly placed with copper, iron, and jade products, and some even have patina and rust on them, and the top of the jade is also stained with earth, which looks like it has just been unearthed.

After turning it through carefully, the middle-aged man finally picked out a copper bowl, weighed it in his hand, and then pointed at the copper bowl with his finger.

"One hundred thousand." The stall owner lowered his voice, sounding a little hoarse, like a shovel on the ground, apparently deliberately pretending.

The middle-aged man shook his head, stretched out five fingers, and bargained for 50,000 yuan.

The stall owner stared at him, then shook his head, and this time he didn't speak, but directly stretched out the thumb and index finger of his right hand and posed in a posture of eight.

After thinking for a few seconds, the middle-aged man nodded, counted eight stacks of RMB directly from his satchel, and handed it to the stall owner.

These things are traded on the black market, and in order to have trouble in the future, they are basically traded in cash.

At the entrance to the black market, there are naturally people who provide cash, and there is a group of people who specialize in this, and they are also responsible for releasing wind and dealing with the police.

Of course, this kind of thing is not done in vain, like the cash handed by the middle-aged man to the stall owner, each pile is 10,000 yuan, but in fact there are only ninety-nine, and the remaining one is drawn.

And the cash exchanged from them, every pile is wrapped in paper, and the place where the paper is sealed is a special label.

Over the years, as long as the label has not been broken, there has never been any counterfeit money or lack of money, so the reputation of these local snakes is still trustworthy.

The stall owner checked the label, there was no trace of it being torn, and he didn't even count, and threw it directly into the plastic basket on the side.

Seeing that the stall owner had collected the money, the middle-aged man didn't let the stall owner wrap it again, and directly stuffed the copper bowl into the satchel, and then got up and left.

After he left, Fang Zheng also squatted in front of the stall in style, and directly picked up a bell placed at the front.

The bell is larger than a duck's egg, smaller than a goose's egg, has a handle and a tongue, and is stained with a lot of black dirt, and looks like a modern artifact compared to those products with a surface of cyan patina.

In fact, this bell was privately received by the stall owner, and it is said to be an old object in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

The antiques full of stalls, Fang Zheng didn't understand them, and he wasn't interested; On the contrary, for this copper bell, Founder still has a soft spot.

Checking it in his hand, Fang Zheng looked at the stall owner, although he didn't speak, but the meaning was very clear, he was asking the price.

Glancing at the copper bell, the stall owner lowered his voice: "A thousand yuan."

This thing, there is no casting of the style and year on it, when the other party said that it was an old object of the Ming and Qing dynasties, but said that it was a handicraft in recent years, and there were a lot of people who believed it.

When this thing was collected, the stall owner only spent twenty yuan.

"Five hundred." Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Fang Zheng tried to make himself appear calm.

"Deal." The twenty-five times profit has already satisfied the stall owner and immediately agreed.

Fang Zheng checked the five hundred yuan, and after the stall owner confirmed that it was genuine, he stuffed the bell into his arms and got up and left, but the smile on his face could not be concealed.

Looking at the smile on Fang Zheng's face, the stall owner's heart jumped, could it be that he had lost his eyes? That bell is a baby?

Without waiting for the stall owner to think about it any further, another customer began to pick and choose, and he could only take his mind back.

Walking in the dim light, Fangzheng's heart blossomed happily. For antiques or something, he has seven tricks and six tricks, and he doesn't know anything; But he is very familiar with some standards and popular styles of magic weapons.

Although it has been thousands of years since Lu Zu's cultivation, the appearance of some classic magic weapons has not changed much, such as the shape of a bell, such as a ruler, and a sword.

So seeing a few familiar runes engraved on the bell, Fang Zheng's heart moved suddenly, and when he got it, Fang Zheng confirmed the identity of the bell's magic weapon.

Dharma utensils, utensils that can be used by the Dharma. For monks, most of the magic weapons are driven by true qi, and the difference is whether they understand the left and right of the magic weapons.

For example, even if the compass can be used by ordinary monks, they may not know what the pointer of the compass means.

Another example is rune paper, monks can use rune paper, the only difference is that some people can guess the purpose from the runes on it; Some people don't even know what a charm does.

This is the magic weapon of thousands of kinds, and there is a specialization in the art industry.

What exactly is the function of the bell, Fang Zheng didn't know, after he determined that the bell was a magic weapon, he restrained his movements, otherwise, if there was a big movement, such as the bell setting fire, it would not end well.

But in any case, after accepting the bell for five hundred yuan, Fang Zheng was still very satisfied, which was a complete surprise for him.

After all, the monk's hard work in making the magic weapon alone is more than five hundred yuan. If someone stood in front of Fang Zheng and paid 500 yuan for Fang Zheng to make a peace charm, Fang Zheng would slap him to death, how could the monk's labor be so cheap?

Lu Dongbin has dabbled in a wide range of activities in his life, but what has been passed down is related to cultivation, except for some antiques involving cultivation, the others have not been passed down at all.

So looking at the various objects that were placed in the roadside stalls, Fang Zheng said that he couldn't understand it at all. The only thing that can be understood is probably jade, but the price of jade is not affordable at all now, and it is tens of thousands of pieces casually.

Walking around the stalls, there is nothing that is of interest and affordability, and of course, there are still things that are interested in and cannot be bought.

For example, the wild ginseng with the thickness of two fingers, but it is a good thing to replenish vitality, and it was taken away for one million; Another example is a stall that sells tigers, and the tigers are sold at a clear price, with tiger skins priced at 200,000 yuan and tiger whips priced at 30,000 yuan...... Fang Zheng is interested in tiger bones, which can greatly replenish vitality after being used in medicine, but unfortunately Fang Zheng can't afford them.

After walking around again, he really couldn't find anything to pick up the leak, and he didn't encounter the bell again, a relatively recognizable magic weapon, so Fang Zheng had to announce that his journey of picking up the leak was over.

The black market is not formal, and the stalls are also early to come, and those who come early choose the place first, and others will avoid it; If you come late, you can only go to the rest of the place that others pick.

That's kind of fairness.

Founder's journey to the black market continues in another way. He sat down on the side of the road, then found a newspaper, put the peace charm on it, and pressed it with the bell that had just arrived.

That's right, Fang Zheng was setting up a stall, although only two objects were put out: a peace charm and a bell.

As for the Dao Talisman, it was placed squarely on his lap, and he was about to use it to call out to the monks around him.

After all, bells and peace charms are not mortal things, and ordinary people do not know their value, and only by selling them to monks can they maximize their profits.

If you come to an ordinary person and see the unsightly peace charms and bells, you may not even bother to ask, let alone give a satisfactory price.

A wisp of true qi was fed into the Dao Talisman, and the rune that had been set in advance was activated.

The Dao Charm is a one-time device, and this one-time refers to the irreversible process in the process of use, rather than being used only once.

The vitality of heaven and earth is originally pure vitality, but impurities are everywhere in the world, which makes the vitality of heaven and earth become turbid, and practicing qi is a process of removing the turnip and preserving the essence.

The paper talisman accelerates the flow of heaven and earth vitality, but it does not have the function of "training" qi training, so impurities will be deposited on the paper talisman, and over time, the effectiveness of the paper talisman will become worse and worse until it finally becomes invalid.

Feeling the acceleration of the flow of the vitality of the heaven and earth around him, Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction, and then sat on the side of the road with peace of mind.

However, a few people also stopped in front of Fang Zheng for a while, but when they saw that there was a dragon flying and phoenix dancing talisman in front of Fang Zheng, a bell that looked at most more than ten years old, they left without even asking the price.

Fang Zheng didn't care, compared to Lu Zu's experience of pretending to be a beggar, his situation was already much better.

Business was a little bleak, so Fang Zheng directly closed his eyes, silently ran the exercises, and began to refine his vitality. It just so happened that at this moment, the Dao Fu was also working, and the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was much more active than other places, and it was not a waste of this opportunity to sit here and practice Qi.

Seeing that the stall owner even closed his eyes, the few people who wanted to come over to take a look left without a word.

Hong Tianyi took his two sons and walked around this street. The two sons, one in his thirties and the other in his twenties, were the first time they had come to a place like the ghost market, and they were very curious about it.

With the current net worth of the Hong family, it is still very easy to buy antiques, and even the things in the big auction houses can be bought if you want to.

But the ghost market is different from the auction house, antiques are placed anywhere, real or fake, depending on the eyesight, it is quite attractive to the two brothers.

Just now, more than 200,000 yuan were smashed one after another, and two or three more promising objects were received.

Of course, the two brothers were more concerned about the old father, who walked around and didn't buy anything except a single ginseng, and he didn't know what the father wanted.

"Is it going to be useless again?" Walking from the end of the street to the end, Hong Tianyi shook his head with some disappointment, and then beckoned to his two sons: "You guys go back first, I'll go around again."

"Dad, we're with you." Hong Zhen shook his head, what are you kidding, they don't feel at ease when they put their old father in such a place.

"Okay, let's go one more round." Walking from the street to the end of the street, Hong Tianyi reached into his pocket with one hand and hastily browsed the roadside stalls.

It wasn't until he passed by the square stall that Hong Tianyi sighed and stopped.

Fangzheng, who was practicing qi, naturally felt that someone was standing in front of him, and smiled secretly in his heart: planting a plane tree, attracting a phoenix, his own Taoist charm, let alone attract one or two business.

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