The two newly cast swords were still handed over to Elder Lu Wanfang to handle the rest of the process.

One can imagine how shocked Elder Lu was when he got these two swords.

When did the young hall master's sword-casting technique become so advanced that he was able to cast a Lingwu-level mid-grade and a Lingwu-level low-grade in such a short period of time?

These two swords are perfect!

Elder Lu didn't dare to be careless this time, and the old man of the Ye family was in charge, and under the personal supervision of the retainers, he polished and carved the two swords day and night.

In the midst of the busyness, it was less than three days before Liu Lao's birthday.

In the early morning of this day, Ye Changsheng took the cast Mochou sword, escorted by Qiu Tianzuo, and went north by boat to arrive at the county seat of Liuhe County, Liuhe City.

Liuhe City is a county town after all, and it is much more lively than Sanshui Town, with a population of more than 200,000.

The streets are lined with shops, pennants flying, people come and go, and the shouts of hawkers come and go.

After buying a greeting gift for the treasurer, Changsheng simply stopped by to go shopping on Tianbao Street.

Tianbao Street is actually a black market, and many shady things are traded here.

A famous sword in the Ye family's treasure room was bought by his father from a tomb robber.

As soon as he arrived at the street, Ye Changsheng was stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and many hawkers came up to test the tone, but Changsheng refused with a smile.

In order to avoid the carriage, a young vendor stood on the side of the road a little nervously, and when he saw Ye Changsheng coming in a wheelchair, he hurriedly ran up to talk to him.

"Childe, there are good things here, have you seen it?" the vendor carried a large package on his back and said mysteriously towards Ye Changsheng.

"Okay. Ye Changsheng said with a smile.

With Changsheng's sensitivity to evil qi, he can clearly sense the yin aura emanating from the package.

Most of the "good things" in the peddlers' packages are things that have just been pulled out of the grave.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've been in contact with evil qi, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, Changsheng has an indescribable kindness.

Walking into the uninhabited alley, the vendor couldn't wait to open the package, spread the things on the ground, and looked at Ye Changsheng expectantly.

Changsheng glanced at it and said lightly: "I want it all, let's make a price." ”

Of the seven or eight funeral items, he only had one on his eye, but these things were too evil, and it would be troublesome to disperse, so it was better to collect them all.

"It's all overjoyed?!" the peddler was overjoyed, he never thought that the first time he entered the city, he would make a big deal.

After struggling for a long time, the vendor timidly stretched out a finger and gritted his teeth: "One hundred taels!"

Changsheng nodded, and asked Qiu Tianzuo behind him to take out a silver ticket of five hundred taels and hand it to the vendor.

Looking at the hawker's surprised and puzzled expression, Ye Changsheng said coldly: "Go back and soak it in glutinous rice water for three days to get rid of the corpse poison in your body, and do something else in the future!"

Corpses, corpse poison?!

The peddler's face turned pale with fright, and he came back to his senses for a moment, bowed to Ye Changsheng, turned around and ran.

Ye Changsheng smiled and asked Qiu Tianzuo to put away the package, and the two were about to leave, but they found that there was one more person in the alley.

A tall old man stood in front, dressed in a cultivation robe, with long hair scattered and a string of red sandalwood Zen beads hanging in his hand.

Maybe it's because the plate has been played for a long time, and the surface of the Zen beads is wrapped with a layer of delicate pulp, exuding a round luster, which makes people feel very comfortable when they look at it, and even has a faint aroma between the nasal cavities.

Ye Changsheng knew very well that the string of Zen beads was a Buddhist magic weapon that had been cultivated for many years!

Worshipping Qiu Tianzuo couldn't help but feel Ling Ran in his heart, with a look of vigilance.

With his cultivation, he didn't even notice the appearance of this old man, which shows that the old man's strength is not weak.

The old man held the Zen beads in his palm, looked at Ye Changsheng with soft eyes, and said in a compassionate tone: "The so-called saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the donor is really a bodhisattva." ”

Ye Changsheng replied: "Tuas praise is just a matter of effort." ”

The fat master said very seriously: "The charity that has no place to live is the real charity, and the donor does not need to be humble. ”

The so-called non-dwelling means that it comes from the heart, not for the sake of giving.

Ye Changsheng was surprised: "What does the priest mean is that those high-rollers who ask for something, donate tens of thousands of taels of incense money to the temple, is it a fake almsgiving?"

"This ......" Even if the fat man thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say so, if it was spread out, it would offend people.

The corners of Ye Changsheng's mouth curled slightly, in the memory of Wuji Demon Venerable, there were a lot of sophistries in Zen Dharma, and it was more than enough to deal with a casual cultivation.

Seeing that the fat master was speechless, Ye Changsheng lowered his head slightly, and was about to leave.

"Donor, please stay!"

The fat man took a step forward and said, "Donor, the contents of the package are gloomy, why don't you hand them over to the old man, lest they be poisoned in the world and mislead the donor's practice." ”

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned, took out a black metal block from the package, and said with a smile: "What the master is referring to, it shouldn't be this piece of ink silver, right?"

The fat man looked embarrassed, and said, "It turns out that the donor knows the goods, but it is the old man Meng Lang." ”

"Master, greed, anger, ignorance, slowness, and suspicion, you have all committed these five poisons, and it is better to practice at home today. Ye Changsheng saluted with one palm, turned around and walked away.

The fat man looked bitter, confessed his sins, sat cross-legged on the ground, and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

On the carriage heading to the county guard's mansion, Ye Changsheng recalled the previous scene and couldn't help but smile.

No wonder Wuji Demon Venerable is so unkind to see people in Buddhism, obviously he is playing with the idea of ink and silver, but he wants to make a look of helping the people, what is this not hypocrisy?

Ink silver is a rare metal material that is highly flexible and malleable, making it an excellent material for casting maiden swords and assassin swords.

The piece of ink silver that Changsheng received was worth at least five thousand taels or more!

Ye Changsheng didn't know at all, because his words made the fat master usher in an epiphany.

In the empty alley, the fat man sat cross-legged, his eyes lowered, and his wide robe danced in the wind.

One thought of a person gives rise to eighty-four thousand troubles.

The so-called five poisons, between this thought, affect the whole body.

If one poison is broken, it is the five poisons that are broken, and this thought is broken.

The heart has no place to live, and happiness comes from the heart.

The Buddha light looms above the fat man's head, and the mighty Buddha power flows all over his body.

His wrinkled and aging skin quickly became smooth and smooth, and his appearance suddenly became twenty years younger.

It seems that it is not me, it seems that I am not me, I am a fat master, but I am no longer a fat master.

The first merit phase, the great achievement!

The fat man slowly opened his eyes, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he immediately returned to clarity.

People in Buddhism and Taoism, cultivating merit and cultivating the law, have great magical powers, inconceivable, and incredible.

The so-called merits are nothing but the natural retribution of people who feel good karma.

The "merit phase" is more than 108,000 miles away from the real "Dharma phase"?

But for Fat Master, cultivating the first meritorious appearance is already a major breakthrough in cultivation.

Looking at the direction of Changsheng's departure, the fat master said silently in his heart: "Little friend, you are my destined person." ”