As soon as Chen Wangrong walked into the stairs, he felt the light behind him gradually dim, and he knew that the door he had entered was slowly closing.

When the light behind him disappeared, the steps under his feet gradually lit up.

The staircase is not completely straight, but has made several turns.

Chen Wangrong walked all the way down, and when the noisy sound gradually became clear, the gate of the ghost market arrived.

The two muscular men standing at the door were not surprised when they saw Chen Wangrong's arrival, but nodded politely at him and made a way for him to enter.

The walls on both sides of the entrance are lined with a wide variety of masks, ranging from mythological characters to cartoon characters, as well as realistic human skin masks and animal masks.

Chen Wangrong randomly chose an old birthday boy to wear a mask and walked into the noisy crowd.

The atmosphere of this ghost market is as eerie as his name suggests, with everyone from vendors to buyers wearing masks and a myriad of things on sale.

In addition to some bizarre antique stalls, Chen Wangrong also saw stalls of Buddhist card trading, talisman trading, raising corpses and inviting ghosts, fox fairy Dafa, martial arts cheats, psychic divination, panacea, etc., and even scapegories, as well as sellers who clearly marked the price of their body parts.

It can be said that in this ghost market, there is only what you can't think of, and there is nothing you can't buy.

It's just that some of the things here can be bought with money, while others can't, and you have to exchange them for things that can impress the stall owners.

One second to remember m.

Although Chen Wangrong could see at a glance that many of these people were liars and had no real skills at all, it did not hinder the prosperity of this place at all.

There are still quite a few people who wander around and ask for a price.

Such a place also aroused Chen Wangrong's great interest.

Chen: He had just walked a few steps when he was attracted by a stall selling old medicinal herbs.

Although the stall owner was wearing a chimpanzee mask, judging from his figure, he should be a wizened old man.

Chen Wangrong's eyes swept over these old medicinal materials, and he immediately found several rare goods: a three-hundred-year-old butterfly skin, a six-hundred-year-old tiger palm mushroom, an eight-hundred-year-old bone Ganoderma lucidum, and a thousand-year-old tortoise shell.

Looking at these strange things, Chen Wangrong understood why his stall was so deserted.

Because these things are not the common ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum and other precious medicinal materials in the eyes of ordinary people, but are all strange objects.

Even if someone occasionally takes a few glances out of curiosity, most of them won't buy it.

Because compared to those fortune-telling and fortune-telling businesses that invite ghosts to raise foxes, few people will use these things.

"Stall owner, how do you sell these things?"

Chen Wangrong squatted down, selected a few of these strange things that he could use, and raised his head to ask the old man for the price.

When the old man heard Chen Wangrong's voice, he opened his eyes unhurriedly, first glanced at the things he had picked out, and then raised his eyes to look at Chen Wangrong very casually.

"I don't sell my things, but if I meet someone who is destined, I will give them all away for free."

With some old voices, wrinkled and age-spotted hands, the stall owner was indeed an old man.

Chen Wangrong became interested and asked, "What is a destined person?" ”

Seeing that Chen Wangrong seemed to be very interested in his own things, the old man asked again, "Do you really want these things?" ”

Chen Wangrong chuckled and said: "Of course, if the old gentleman still has inventory, I will also ask for it, but I don't know if I am destined?" ”

Hearing Chen Wangrong's rhetorical question, the old man was silent for a while, then reached out and took out a folded piece of paper from his clothes pocket, carefully unfolded the paper, handed it to Chen Wangrong and asked, "What do you think this is?" ”

Chen Wangrong took a closer look, and the paper was written in handwritten font with the names, weights, and preparation methods of many materials, and after reading this information, Chen Wangrong's pupils shrank suddenly.

"This is Danfang." Chen Wangrong deliberately lowered his voice.

"This still needs you to say, I wanted to ask you if you know how to refine this elixir, I tried several times and failed."

The old man shook his head as he spoke, and there was a bit of sadness in his tone.

Chen Wangrong finally understood that this old man was setting up a stall here to ask for medicine.

The strange materials he put out were some of the materials needed to refine this elixir.

And this elixir Chen Wangrong naturally knows, it is an elixir used to treat serious internal injuries.

This kind of internal injury is not an internal injury caused by fist and foot fighting, but an internal injury caused by a spell attack, such as mental power loss, dispersion of divine consciousness, etc., and the serious one is Chen Wangrong's internal pill fragmentation.

Ordinary people who have not practiced will not suffer this kind of injury at all, because one percent of the power of this kind of injury is enough to kill an ordinary person.

Chen Wangrong looked at the old man wearing an orangutan mask in front of him in silence, and the old man also looked at Chen Wangrong silently.

Finally, Chen Wangrong spoke first: "Not only do I know how to refine this elixir, but as long as you have all the materials, I can refine it for you now." ”

The eyes under the old man's mask shrank suddenly, and he looked seriously at the young man wearing the birthday mask in front of him.

"You...... Are you really ...... Can it be refined? ”

The old man asked Chen Wangrong with a trembling voice, so excited that he couldn't hide his mood.

Chen Wangrong nodded lightly and took out the Taishang palm furnace he was carrying with him from the small bag on his waist.

The moment he saw the furnace in Taishang's palm, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up.

Soon, his eyes turned red again, and tears could not stop pouring out.

"I've been waiting here for three years! It's been three years! I even suspect that I am the only alchemist left in this world...... Woowoo...... Today I finally met someone who knows how to do alchemy......"

The old man's sobs attracted the attention of the guests who came and went around him, and someone stopped to look at him.

However, this kind of thing did not cause much trouble in such a place full of all kinds of strange things.

Chen Wangrong was a little inexplicable when he heard him crying like this.

He thought that this person was so excited because he recognized the furnace in the palm of Taishang's palm, but he didn't expect that it was just because he met a person who could make alchemy.

"Who are you going to heal?"

As soon as Chen Wangrong asked, the old man immediately wiped his tears with his sleeve and replied: "For my master, he has been tortured by injuries and illnesses for five years, and he has tried many methods but has not been cured. ”

Chen Wangrong was shocked in his heart, such an old man's master should be not young.

After being so seriously injured, he can still survive for so long, even if he is not an immortal cultivator, he must not be a mortal.

"Can I tell you Master's name?"

Chen Wangrong suddenly became interested in this old man's master.

The old man thought about it, but he didn't hesitate to say a name.

"My master, he is known as the Hanshan Daoist!"

Chen Wangrong was dumbfounded, the circle of immortal cultivators was really too small.

This Hanshan Daoist knew in his previous life, an old cultivator who thought that his Taoism was profound and invincible in the world.

Although he was already able to skillfully use some spells, his methods were not at all the same concept as real immortal cultivation.

Since he is a person from Hanshan Dao, it makes sense to suffer this kind of injury.

Although Chen Wangrong was not familiar with this Hanshan Daoist, for the sake of these medicinal materials, he decided to save his life.

After all, if you get these medicinal materials, you will be able to refine some pills that can repair your inner pill.

From this point of view, he would like to thank this Hanshan Daoist.

"Do you know my master?"

Seeing that Chen Wangrong didn't speak, the old man asked tentatively.

"I don't know."

Chen Wangrong had only heard of this person in his previous life, and he really didn't know him.

"Oh, then please refine the pill to save my master's life!" The old man pleaded with Chen Wangrong in some anxiety.

"How many of these herbs do you have?"

Chen Wangrong does not like to trade at a loss.

When the old man heard this, he immediately dragged out two bags of hemp from behind him.

"These are all enough for you to refine a large vat of pills, I can give them all!"

The old man said and pushed these things in front of Chen Wangrong.

As soon as Chen Wangrong's hand was placed on the sack, he felt that the things inside were not only complete in quantity, but also of quality comparable to those put out.

It seems that this Hanshan Daoist has spent a lot of effort on collecting these life-saving medicinal materials over the years.

"Are the materials ready?"

Chen Wangrong pulled a small stool next to the stall and sat down, holding the Taishang palm furnace in both hands, and began to use the heart heat faintly emitted from the palm of his hand to measure the furnace.

"I've been ready for a long time, I'm ready for it!"

The old man took out a paper bag from the bag beside him, quickly opened it and handed it to Chen Wangrong's hand.

Chen Wangrong took it and looked at it, and sure enough, all the materials were ready.

It's just that the Taishang palm furnace is a little smaller, and it is not easy to completely contain these medicinal materials, Chen Wangrong can only use a little spell to turn all these medicinal materials into powder, and then carefully put them into the Taishang furnace.

"Rootless water?"

Chen Wangrong stretched out his hand to the old man.

The old man was already stunned by Chen Wangrong's trick-like action just now, and when he heard Chen Wangrong say this, he immediately took out a small porcelain bottle from his bag.

Chen Wangrong poured the rootless water in the small porcelain bottle into the Taishang furnace, and the palm of his hand immediately began to transport the pure yang true fire to urge the alchemy furnace.

At this moment, the inner furnace of the Taishang palm furnace began to spin rapidly, making a slight friction sound.

In the several pores of the outer furnace, light shot out in an instant.

Such a scene falls in the eyes of others, and they will only feel that Chen Wangrong is holding a glowing ceramic toy in his hand, and only Chen Wangrong knows that it is a fire from his palm.

The old man in the chimpanzee mask looked at this scene and was dumbfounded.

He had seen a lot of alchemy furnaces in his lifetime from his master, Hanshan Daoren, but it was the first time he had seen this miniature version in Chen Wangrong's hand, and it would still glow.

Not just the light, he could even feel the faint heat radiating along with the bright light.

So he couldn't help but have an astonishing guess in his heart, that it was not a light, but a kind of fire.

There is such a magic weapon in the world, I wonder how the master will react when he hears about it?

The old man's mind couldn't help but think of the kind of look that the people of the Cold Mountain Dao had every time they got the treasure.