After going around the West Market, Bai Ze was carrying a large bag of Lingmi Lingguo, with dust on his body, and he looked more and more like an old farmer who had entered the city. Fortunately, there were many monks who were just as embarrassed as he was, and their eyes were full of curiosity and timidity, and they carefully used the silver to buy the items they needed.

Monks dressed in this way usually come from remote areas and buy them every year during the busy season, so the big bags and small wraps seem to be out of status.

When the well-dressed monks who lived near the capital saw them, they often looked up and down with disdain, raised their heads proudly, and secretly spat on the dirt buns in remote areas.

In the single room of the bear demon wine shop, the wine worm drank two jars of spirit wine, Xiao Yuan's face was red and transparent, his mouth was blowing bubbles, and he fell drunk on the table.

This kind of spirit wine is very intoxicating, with Bai Ze's physique, two mouthfuls have to be poured, on weekdays, those monsters come here to buy wine and drink, and the bear demon who sells wine today can also be regarded as a special "big family" to buy wine.

Bai Ze took out the gourd from his waist and poured twenty jars of spiritual wine into the gourd one by one, these spiritual wines cost him more than 4,000 taels of silver, which was the ration for the wine worm for a period of time in the future.

Hanging a gourd-bottom wine on his waist, Bai Ze took out a small wooden tube with a delicate style and the thickness of two fingers from his arms. This wooden barrel was made by an old sheep demon who made furniture for three hundred taels of silver.

This small wooden tube is made of thousand-year-old elm, and it is so hard that Bai Ze can't break it even if he tries hard. There are several small holes in the tube, and the bird's down is stored inside, which is warm and comfortable. There is a thin snake belt hanging on the outside, which is extremely strong.

Bai Ze put the sleeping wine worm into a small wooden tube and hung it next to the gourd on his waist. The purpose of making this thing is to be the dwelling place of the wine worm on weekdays. Otherwise, he always kept the wine worm in his arms, and Bai Ze was tied up in battle, always worried about its safety.

Although it was late at night, the mountain market was still brightly lit and full of people. Bai Ze left the tavern, basically everything he wanted to purchase was in hand, and all that was left was to see if he could buy a few affordable spells.

Following the flow of people, Bai Ze came to the most lively Nanshi. There aren't many monsters here, most of them are monks buying and selling, and the streets are full of stalls selling things with powerful names, but no one knows the truth or utility.

These people may not really want to make this money, most of them have the mentality of straight bait fishing, and it is better for a fool to buy it, and it doesn't matter if they can't sell it.

With the backdrop of these treacherous and fraudsters, a few stalls that really sell good things are very precious, and most of the monks gather there, and those who have money come forward to buy and sell, and those who have no money also look at the excitement, and they can also have some talking points for bragging in the future.

Bai Ze relied on his strength and carried a broken bag on his back to unimpeded in the crowd. The surrounding monks glared angrily, but they couldn't squeeze and squeeze, and because of the rules that they couldn't do it, they could only scold the hillbillies angrily, slap the sleeves of their clothes, and find the field from their mouths.

It's a peddler's stall, and it's different from the East Market, which sells livestock, and it's all high-end livestock, just like the livestock market is different from a pet store.

The trafficked people were not so tattered in their clothes, they were all dressed in clothes that matched their identity, and they came out of the carriage instead of a blank painting of Xianzhai.

Listening to the fat man next to him, this is also exquisite. Although the blank paintings of Xianzhai can transport living and dead things, they are quite restrictive.

First, whether you live or die, you can't have aura, otherwise it will burst the picture. The second is that the soul of the living creature will gradually be tied to the painting and become a half-dead thing like a horse figure, without eating or drinking, and without consciousness.

Therefore, in order to bring in these high-end "two-legged sheep", the stall owner paid money to the monsters, and only then did he get a special permit to drive in three carriages.

Now the stall owner has sold to the second half, and what is being sold is an ugly girl. Bai Ze squeezed in just in time to see the stall owner take off his mask, and under the light of the lights, the woman showed her face, which was really ugly and terrifying.

Bai Ze looked at it twice, and couldn't help but feel a little dazzling, this woman really didn't look like a human at all except that she also had a nose and eyes.

Everything on her face that should be symmetrical is asymmetrical, all of them are big on the left and small on the right, and they are also densely covered with pits. Her hair is still very vigorous, not to mention the armpit hair, nose hair, neck hair, just the blink of her eyelashes like a big brush, which makes people feel frightened.

The onlookers took a neat step back, startled by the sight of the world.

Bai Ze also took a step back, and complained in his heart: If you look like this bear, it is estimated that even if you have plastic surgery and makeup PS three-in-one, it will be difficult to save!

"Traffickers, I thought this was a good thing, this thing looks so bad, you have to look at it and vomit it in the East City, you can let it out and disgust people!" a bejeweled monk standing in front of him began.

The stall owner put on the mask of an ugly woman, ending the visual impact, and introducing it with a little unconfidence.

It turned out that although the woman's parents were both very handsome, they were brother and sister marriage. This woman was born on the lunar day of the lunar year, and because she was deformed, she was thrown into the lonely forest in the countryside by her parents, and it happened that there was a surplus of yin qi, so she was soaked in yin qi like this.

If you want to say what the role of this woman is, one is that no matter who she marries, she will definitely kill her husband. Of course, it is not ordinary for her to marry with her appearance.

In addition, with this woman's pure yin life, it is easy to attract ghosts, and Yin Kui and essence blood are even more loved by ghosts. In addition, practicing certain secret methods, the Yuan Yin of the Daughter of Pure Yin may be helpful.

There were a few prodigals in the crowd who practiced the secret method of Hehuan, but when they saw the woman's dignity, they couldn't help but prefer not to seek progress in their cultivation. And summoning ghosts is even more useless, there are fewer ghosts in this world than men who are willing to marry her.

The crowd quieted down, making it clear that no one wanted to buy. The stall owner sighed, planning to put this woman in the East Market for a while, this pure yin body can be sold to monsters to eat, and it can also be sold for a good price.

"Nice character, resentful soul, sell this woman to me. ”

A slightly weak voice came from outside the crowd, and people looked sideways and looked back, a thin Taoist priest with a green fang's ghost face tied to a small cloth bag around his waist, and a colorful bird standing on his shoulder, slowly walked over.

Several old rivers and lakes that have been in the mountain market for a long time frowned, feeling that this side is somewhat familiar.

The trafficker's eyes showed shock, and he immediately bent down and said flatteringly: "It turned out to be Lord Ghost Disciple! Oh, no! Lord Ghost King passed all the masks to you, and the little one should be called Lord Ghost King now!"

The thin man coughed twice, waved his hand, and said, "It's not time yet, so call me a ghost." After all, you traffickers are in love with the painting immortals, and you are friends and enemies with my ghost king. ”