The truth of the young whitefriar gave this gray-clothed monk a slap in the face.

They all said that it was an unscrupulous shop that was a pit monk, why didn't they believe it? Could it be that I was regarded as a real liar after a long time of persuasion by my son?

If it weren't for the fact that the man in gray was dressed ordinarily, not like a wealthy monk, who would say that this troublesome few good words would not be successful?

The young whitefriar thought about it again, and if someone persuaded him like this, he would not be able to pay attention to it.

Glancing up at the gray-clothed monk, the young white-clothed monk sighed, or chased after him, the ten entry Xuanjing that must be handed over at the gate will be wasted, and when he arrives at the black-hearted shop, he must be persuaded by words, but he can't spend those wronged Xuanjing to buy one or two things, which can be purchased at the price of only one-tenth or two.

The small black building with one and a half floors is particularly quaint and dilapidated, and on the exterior wall alone, you can see some cobwebs and worm silk in the corners and cracks of some walls that are not yet hidden.

Either it is a long time before few people clean up a thing or two, or it is deliberately used to attract monks who have special complex hobbies.

The former is too lazy, the latter is too wise, most monks think it is the latter, but Wu Chen is definitely the former.

Compared with the Sihai Xuanqi Pavilion with a small door on the side, the small black building almost occupies the two gates of the front wall of ninety percent of the area, all of which are wide open outward, and the door is strange and dim for some reason, and it is not possible to see it with the naked eye.

Wu Chen looked up at the wooden plaque hanging in the center of the two doors, the color was black, a little mottled and worn, and at a glance he knew that it was not caused by some rare and precious wood.

There are three words on the plaque, which should be four, because the penultimate word is probably due to the age, and the wood cannot withstand the passage of time and vomits, resulting in a black mass that is completely unknown to the original handwriting.

In fact, even the other words are somewhat broken, but they can also be argued "no deception", three big characters, the handwriting ink marks are a little dark red and black, like a blood book, after the traces left by air drying.

The half floor of the door protrudes slightly more than a meter in length, and there are two neck-thick and slender pillars on the left and right.

There are two wooden plaques nailed to the long pillars, and the handwriting on the plaques is particularly legible, and the wooden plaques are not as broken as the middle plaque, but they are not new, half and half.

Wu Chen's eyes crossed the two plaques, and the corners of his mouth were still reading slightly.

Xuanwu monks come and go to this shop

The real thing is that there is no deception

On the horizontal plaque in the center, you can see through the three words "no bullying shop".

It's not like the young whitefriar said before, a black shop.

"Fellow Daoists, don't believe the nonsense hanging by this store, I just believed it and took out the ten wronged Xuanjing in vain. ”

Wu Chen turned his head and saw the young white-clothed monk who had just caught up, and smiled mysteriously: "I don't need Xuanjing to enter the door." ”

The young white-clothed monk suddenly laughed, pointed to a middle-aged monk who was sitting cross-legged and meditating not far away, and said, "Do you know him?"

Wu Chen followed the fingers of the white-clothed monk and shook his head when he saw the middle-aged monk with strong qi and blood.

The young monk began to speak, "That middle-aged monk is the ...... from Zhongzhou Forget it, I don't know you anymore, in short, it's not small, a peer nephew of this predecessor just touched a worthless thing in the black-hearted shop, and was forced by the black shop to spend thousands of dollars on Amethyst to buy one, and it was only worth a few hundred Amethyst, so the patriarch, that is, the middle-aged monk, came to find reason. ”

The young white-clothed monk suddenly took a step closer to Wu Chen and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what happened in the end?"

Wu Chen pretended to be curious and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young white-clothed monk pointed to the middle-aged man who was meditating and cultivating, and said, "As a result, this senior, who has already cultivated as a half-step Xuanhuang, has just stepped into that black shop with half a foot, and he has become like this for some reason. ”

In the end, the young white-clothed monk told Wu Chen earnestly: "So, I dissuade Daoist friends from entering this black shop. ”

Wu Chen laughed, patted the shoulder of the young white-clothed monk, and said sincerely: "Don't worry, fellow Daoists, this shop is written as a non-deceptive pawnshop, no matter how you find it, you won't mess with people, besides, I have a total of more than 100 amethysts in my pocket, what if I go to the pit?"

Now the young white-clothed monk was a little crying and laughing, feeling that he was barefoot, and he was not afraid to wear shoes.

There was a white-haired old man with a smile on his face standing at the door of the shop.

He was dressed in black and was seven or eight years old, with a gray beard on his chin and more than half an inch out, and a round felt hat on his head with a slightly worn edge.

There is always a faint smile on the old man's face, if it weren't for the fact that his already small eyes were completely narrowed into a slit when he smiled, it was a little treacherous and obscene, otherwise he would be an extremely kind and kind old man no matter how he looked at it.

The young white-clothed monk suddenly remembered something, walked forward quickly, and asked suspiciously to Wu Chen, who had already walked to the wooden door of the shop, "No, where does this look like a pawnshop?" Also, if you can't read the third word clearly, don't talk nonsense. ”

The corner of his mouth silently recited the young white-clothed monk who did not bully the pawnshop, and muttered in his heart that it was quite smooth.

Wu Chen didn't turn his head to answer the young white-clothed monk, looked at the black-clothed old man standing at the door, and asked out loud, "Is it called a pawnshop?"

The old man in black, who was not very tall, began to narrow his eyes into a narrow straight line again, folded his hands together, rubbed them, and nodded with a smile.

The young white-clothed monk beside Wu Chen opened his mouth wide and said, "No, this can be guessed by you?" By the way, the old man, he wants to go in, why don't you accept him Xuanjing? Could it be that you can guess the invisible word and enter for free?"

The young white-clothed monk completely forgot that he was bitter at this time, so he almost took out his pure conscience to show Wu Chen to prevent Wu Chen from taking out this unjust money.

The old man in the hat opened his narrow eyes and looked at Wu Chen and said, "The guests are going to enter the store?"

Wu Chen nodded without hesitation.

The old man in the hat stretched out a slightly thin hand and said, "Ten purple crystals can enter." ”

The young white-clothed monk on the side covered his stomach and laughed: "Haha, fellow Daoist, I'll just say, you better don't pay this unjust money, and go to the Four Seas Xuanqi Pavilion with me to have a look." ”