"Calm down first, even if this is a relic, you can't break the rules of the ghost market!" Li Qiufan pressed the shoulder of the monk of the first ring, looked at the stall owner and said, "How can this thing be sold?" ”

The stall owner glanced at Li Qiufan, spread out his palm and shook it: "Fifty thousand ghost coins!" ”

"What!" Li Qiufan frowned, this price is too exaggerated, the twelfth Hundred Ghost Hades King Armor is only 8,000 ghost coins, and this relic actually costs 50,000!

"Can it be cheaper?"

The stall owner said impatiently: "No, there are a lot of ghost coins, if you want to take the money, if you don't have money, get out!" ”

Li Qiufan frowned, 50,000 ghost coins, how many spirit runes he has to draw to make it up, even if he squeezes himself dry, it may not work...

The monk of the first ring said in a firm tone: "Go to the business, I sold these two magic weapons of mine, see how much I can exchange, I must bring back the relics, even if I sell blood, I have to buy them!" ”

Li Qiufan said helplessly: "There's no need to sell blood so extremely, there are so many of us, let's find a way for you together." He turned to the stall owner and said, "We have booked this thing first, I hope you don't sell it to others, I still have some ghost coins here, all of them will be given to you as a deposit, do you think it's okay?" ”

The stall owner said happily: "No problem, this thing has been in my hands for many years, and no one has cared about it. ”

"Thank you very much! Let's go, go and make up the money..."Li Qiufan rubbed his temples and walked in the direction of the business with 'heavy' steps.

"Thank you..."The monk said in a low voice.

"It's not free, you have to get less money in the future."

"Okay, as long as I can bring back the Buddha bone relics, I don't need money in the future, I can give you a thug for free!"

"You're done!"

"Hmmm! Monks don't speak! But... Have you figured out how you're going to make up ghost coins? ”

Li Qiufan said: "How else can you make up, sell your art." ”

"Draw a talisman?"

"That's right, but it's not a rune, I want to try to see if I can draw a rune, if I can, it should be about the same, but I don't have the materials to draw runes, so I have to go to the store to buy some."

Everyone walked while talking, the business can not only exchange ghost coins, but also buy a lot of things, and the materials for drawing runes are also everything, but since all the ghost coins were paid to the stall owner just now, Li Qiufan had to draw some spirit runes on the spot to exchange materials, and after finishing it, he returned to his residence and prepared to start drawing runes.

The rune is the strongest talisman between heaven and earth, and it is also one of the most powerful attack methods of the Daomen mage, each rune contains extremely terrifying power, but the rune flying drawing conditions are also unimaginably harsh.

Li Qiufan has never tried it, and now he has to try it for the sake of a monk.

The rune paper of the rune is dark gold, which is made of a spirit grass called Shenqi grass and other ingredients, and the ink used to draw the rune is immersed gold, supplemented by French silver, psychic jade powder, and the water used for blending is rootless water, that is, rainwater.

Before drawing the talisman, Li Qiufan asked the stinger to temporarily borrow the rune that Qinghuizi gave her to cover her breath, and felt the above thoughts for a while, and then returned the talisman to the sting, and told everyone not to disturb no matter what, and then locked himself in the house and locked the door.

Spread paper, grind ink, add pen...

After doing it, Li Qiufan sat cross-legged at the table, pinched the trick and recited the meditation mantra: "Taishang Xingxing, strain without stopping, drive away evil spirits and bind charms, protect life and body, wisdom and purity, peace of mind, three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of spirit..."

After all this, Li Qiufan took a deep breath, dipped his pen in ink, and began to draw talismans on the blank rune paper, but as soon as the tip of the pen touched the Dao rune paper, a mysterious one appeared

Force, the rune paper directly spontaneously combusted and turned into a cloud of ashes.

Seeing this, Li Qiufan's eyes did not have a trace of waves, and his mind was as calm as water, failure was expected, otherwise the runes would not be so rare, only by constantly failing can we sum up experience.

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After fixing his mind, Li Qiufan started writing again, but he still failed...

Time passed little by little, and everyone guarding around the courtyard did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing Li Qiufan.

In the ghost city, all the electronic devices have lost their effect and there is no reference, so no one knows the time, and when they are hungry, they send one person out to buy food, and they keep watch every step of the way.

I don't know how long later, a thunderbolt suddenly crossed the sky over the ghost market, and this kind of vision really scared the evil people hiding in the ghost market, but fortunately, the thunder was only a flash, as if it was not coming at them.

However, before they could relax their vigilance, thunder appeared more and more frequently, and the heaven and earth aura somewhere in the ghost city also became boiling and rioting.

Such visions make many evil gods curl up and hide, not daring to show their heads, for fear that the divine thunder containing the terrifying heavenly power will split on their heads, and most of the evil spirits in the ghost market have committed crimes in the outside world, and the desperate ones who are chased and killed have no way to hide in and survive, and the appearance of the divine thunder undoubtedly makes these guys tremble one by one.

For this reason, the evil cults that are rampant in the ghost market on weekdays have not appeared again during this time, and the lively ghost market has become deserted, and many stores and stalls have directly chosen to close, and one after another enchantments have also risen into the air.

The cause of all this is Li Qiufan, although he did not succeed in drawing a rune, but as he continued to try, the heaven and earth god thunder has been triggered, entrenched, and after consuming nearly a hundred rune papers, he was finally able to draw the rune head, but every time he reached the last step of the rune, he inexplicably failed.

Li Qiufan exhaled a breath of turbidity, closed his eyes and began to meditate on what went wrong, and if he failed, the rune paper ran out.

"Is it because the ghost market is special and can't summon divine power to come?"

Li Qiufan suddenly felt as if he had grasped a certain point, and hurriedly replaced the 'Four Justice' talisman with the incommonly used 'Twenty-Eight Constellations' gall, the twenty-eight constellations, representing the Sanqing and the Big Dipper Seven Yuan Xingjun, no matter how strange your ghost city is, you can't stop the Sanqing Shenwei!

Sure enough, this time it worked!

Suppressing his excitement, Li Qiufan began to draw the talismans, flowing smoothly, with one stroke!

In the moment of Fu Cheng, a deafening divine thunder resounded through the ghost city, and the dark ghost market was illuminated as bright as day, accompanied by countless terrified screams, the divine thunder tore through the darkness, brutally blew up the roof of the house where Li Qiufan was, and fell into the Fu!

The gods order the lower realm, and the runes are ready!

Li Qiufan's fists clenched excitedly, his nails pierced into his palms without realizing it, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar up to the sky when he looked at the dark golden runes on the table.

In the ghost city, a strong and coercive aura spread towards Li Qiufan's residence almost at the same time, but before they could snoop, they immediately retracted their breath with a cold snort, and did not dare to make the slightest move.

Such a big movement, the most frightening thing, in fact, is to count the monk and others, witnessed the divine thunder breaking through the air and blasting into the room, worried about Li Qiufan's safety, hurriedly rushed into the room, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Li Qiufan safe and sound, and then found the rune attached to the air that exuded golden divine radiance, and they were shocked for a long time without saying a word.

"It's... This is the rune? The fat man stumbled and asked.

"That's right! After wasting more than 100 pieces of rune paper, it was finally drawn, fat man, you take this rune to the merchant and ask, see how much ghost coins are worth! Li Qiufan bit his finger and lowered a drop of blood on the talisman, and the brilliance of the rune converged and fell into the fat man's hand.

"It's... It's a shame to sell it, right? It's a rune! The fat man held the rune and stiffened.

"No, you can't

It's a pity, anyway, I can draw now, although it takes a lot of effort and energy, but I can still bear it, go and ask, and come back to know how many more I have to draw to buy relics. ”

"Okay..."The fat man held the rune, worried that someone would rob him on the road, and called Twelve to go with him.

After waiting for a while, the fat man and the twelve rushed back, and as soon as they entered the door, the former couldn't wait to say: "Brother Fan, don't draw!" One rune is enough! ”

"One is enough?" Li Qiufan said dumbly: "Meaning, this rune can be exchanged for 50,000 ghost coins?!" ”

"More than that!" The fat man handed Li Qiufan a ghost market card and said, "Eighty thousand!" The firm directly offered a sky-high price of 80,000 yuan, and said, how much you will charge! ”

"! So valuable? Li Qiufan was startled, and immediately his eyes became hot, and two words appeared in his mind, 'Fa!

"Hahaha,, let's go and buy relics!" The monk said excitedly.

"Good!" Regardless of the roof that was split by the divine thunder with a big hole, the group went out majestically and went straight to the stall of the old man selling Buddha bone relics.

When I arrived, I found that on the main street, which was usually bustling with people, there was no stall at this time, and almost all the shops on the street were closed, only a few were still open.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to it, because on the empty street, the old man who sold Buddha bone relics was still there, and that was enough.

"Smack!" Li Qiufan slapped the ghost market card in front of the old man, and said arrogantly: "Bring the things, you don't need to discount them, I will buy them at the original price!" ”

The old man looked up at Li Qiufan, and looked at the monk with a cloudy gaze: "Little monk, you have found a good friend, in order to help you, the runes are willing to be sold, if he also runs into trouble in the future, will you help him like this?" ”

The monk of the first ring didn't think about it: "Naturally, it will!" Buddha, I have always been grateful for gratitude, don't talk nonsense, bring the Buddha bone relics! Also, the deposit was also refunded to us, what you said you want to discount, how much discount? If you don't have it, I'll give you a discount first! ”

The old man showed a mouthful of sparse yellow teeth, laughed silently, and then suddenly sat cross-legged, folded his hands, and proclaimed a Buddha name: "Amitabha... Good, good, remember what you say! ”

The words fell, under the jaw-dropping gaze of Yijie, the dim ghost market suddenly bloomed with golden lotuses, and then the Sanskrit sound sounded, and a boundless golden Buddha continued to grow and spread from behind the old man, and finally the entire ghost market was bathed in golden Buddha light.

The old man smiled with flowers, and the golden giant Buddha also smiled with flowers, peaceful and peaceful.

The monk of the first ring trembled, and before he knew it, he had burst into tears, and then, as if he was out of control, he laughed with flowers...

"Good!"

Buzzing and booming, the old man raised his fingers and lightly tapped the eyebrows of the monk who was kneeling in front of him.

The golden Buddha collapsed, and a stream of Buddha thoughts poured into the eyebrows of the monk like a surging river.

After a few moments, the Buddha statue collapsed, many visions disappeared, and the ghost market was dark again, and the blood-red lantern still emitted a faint red light.

"Who are you... Who? ”

The monk asked blankly.

"It's just a wild fox Zen in the world, I haven't crossed the sea of suffering for thousands of years, and finally I will wait for you, little guy, although I inherit it, but I don't have to be obsessed, he will have an epiphany one day."