On the second floor of the Star Tower, he said to Zhang Chu for a while: "Master, why don't you let me take a look at the outside world, the layout method of the killing array is different, and the method of cracking it will be different." ”

Zhang Chu nodded: "Yes." ”

At this moment, Zhang Chu's heart moved, and he released part of the soul that broke the array.

In an instant, Zhang Chu's breath became extremely cold.

Although he is not a fighting ghost, he can survive the endless years in the exile area, and the strength of his divine soul is naturally terrifying.

Therefore, although he only came out partially, Mr. Lin suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and suddenly his face turned pale.

Ninety-nine felt something unusual, and immediately approached Mr. Lin slightly, and at the same time chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha, the Buddha told Su Bodhi, and all Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas should subdue their hearts as such......"

Ninety-nine recited the scriptures, his surroundings were suddenly peaceful and calm, and bursts of serene breath spread out, and Mr. Lin hurriedly approached ninety-nine.

Zhang Chu suddenly scolded secretly, damn it, Lao Tzu worked hard to see feng shui, how could he create opportunities for this pair of dog men and women?

Fortunately, Po Array's attainments in formation were extraordinary, and he only observed for a while before returning to the Star Tower's exile ground.

At this time, Zhang Chu asked, "How is it?" Do you see it clearly? ”

Breaking the array and suddenly said: "See clearly, the arranger of this killing array is a bit vicious, and it belongs to a spell." ”

Zhang Chu nodded: "Well, I can also see that if I dare to break ground in this mountainous area, I am afraid that not only I will be cursed, but all my friends, elders, and relatives related to me may be implicated." ”

After breaking the moment, he suddenly said: "Since the other party is so vicious, then we can't get used to him." ”

"Say, how do you break this killing array?" Zhang Chu asked.

At this time, he said for a while: "Master, if you want to crack this thing, I need two things." ”

"What's that?" Zhang Chu asked.

After a while, he said: "A soul nail that is more than 100 years old, a soul suppression bottle that is more than 300 years old, and then another mud inkstone." ”

Zhang Chu suddenly smiled: "Hey, nail soul nail, soul suppression bottle?" Break the pattern, you're a little ruthless. ”

He smiled for a while: "Didn't you learn it all from your master." ”

"Okay, I'll go find these things." After speaking, Zhang Chu's spirit returned.

At this moment, Zhang Chu looked at Mr. Lin: "Mr. Lin, do you have an antique street in Qiyuan City?" I'm going to buy something. ”

"Yes!" Mr. Lin hurriedly said.

Something like this kind of soul suppression bottle, soul nail and the like, is not valuable in itself, but ordinary people can't get it, and they can only get it if they find some tomb robbers.

Therefore, Zhang Chu wanted to try his luck in the antique street.

Soon, Mr. Lin drove and took Zhang Chu and the monk back to Qiyuan City and came to an old street.

It can be seen that on both sides of this old street, there are many small vendors setting up stalls.

There is a young couple, driving a car, selling pirated books.

There are old men and old ladies who make an iron cage and dye the puppies and kittens black and white and sell them as cubs for giant pandas.

There was also a girl, dressed in a sailor suit and long white socks, with her head bowed, kneeling on the ground, writing on the ground with chalk, begging for fifty yuan for food......

Of course, more often than not, the old man put copper coins, porcelain vases, and bronze utensils on the ground, and sold them as antiques.

At this time, Zhang Chu smiled and said: "Ninety-nine, this place, are you familiar with it?" ”

The monk smiled slightly: "Of course! ”

At this time, Zhang Chu came to an uncle's stall, and his eyes suddenly lit up, there was an inkstone on this uncle's stall.

Moreover, the color of the inkstone is eel yellow, which looks very similar to the legendary Chengni inkstone.

At this moment, Zhang Chu looked carefully, this inkstone looked very exquisite, and there was also an interesting pattern engraved on the inkstone, which seemed to be two yellow orioles.

However, Zhang Chu has never touched antiques, so he really doesn't know if this is a Chengni inkstone.

And when the uncle saw Zhang Chu pick it up, he immediately shouted: "Young man has good eyesight, this is the treasure I just received, uncle, the inkstone of the Shang Dynasty, antiques, take it home and pass it on for hundreds of generations." ”

Zhang Chu smiled slightly: "Uncle, how much does this thing cost?" ”

"Young man, I see that you are a knowledgeable person, and I won't lie to you, eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand, take it at a fixed price, and the uncle will not make your money."

Zhang Chu's face suddenly darkened: "Uncle, although I don't know what year this inkstone was produced, I heard that the brush seems to have been invented by Meng Tian, a general of the Qin Dynasty." ”

"You tell me that this inkstone belongs to the Shang Dynasty, and the people who co-authored the Shang Dynasty first invented the inkstone and waited for Meng Tian there?"

The uncle smiled and said heartily: "Hey, young man, you don't understand this, right?" The person who invented the inkstone in the Shang Dynasty was a woman, and the Meng Tian she told you was the ninth resentful couple, she just invented the inkstone, waiting for Meng Tian. ”

At this time, Zhang Chu took the inkstone to Ninety-Nine Observation: "Take a look." ”

Ninety-nine didn't even look at it, and said directly: "Things don't work." ”

"It's not a Chengni inkstone?" Zhang Chu asked.

Ninety-nine smiled: "How can the Chengni inkstone be bought at the stall, this is resin." ”

When the uncle heard this, he was immediately unhappy: "I said that monk, monks can't talk nonsense, my inkstone was collected from the farmers at a high price, don't talk nonsense." ”

Ninety-nine smiled and said, "Amitabha, uncle, I will ask you about a person." ”

"Who?"

"Huang Yulei Boss Huang, do you know each other?" As he spoke, Ninety-Nine also pointed to his chin: "There's a little mole here." ”

When the uncle heard this, he was immediately embarrassed: "Oh, it turned out to be an expert, hehe, you can throw things on the ground for me." ”

Because, the uncle's things are the goods purchased from Boss Huang, so when he heard the name of Ninety-Nine mention, the uncle suddenly stopped fooling Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu threw the inkstone to the ground, and asked at the same time, "Uncle, if I want to buy a few real items, who will I look for?" ”

The uncle was enthusiastic, he pointed to an alley not far away: "Go to that alley, Wutongju, there is a boss surnamed Wu in it, and he has genuine goods in his hand." ”

Zhang Chu suddenly said: "Thank you! ”

Soon, Zhang Chu and the three of them came to an antique shop with classical decoration.

The shopkeeper is short and fat, with a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck, and the store enshrines the statue of Guanyin, and the Buddha incense in front of the statue of Guanyin is still lit.

At first glance, the shopkeeper is a believer.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper saw that Ninety-Nine was a monk, and Zhang Chuqi was very lofty, and he immediately stood up, with a pious face:

"Amitabha, please sit down, masters."

"Mr. Lin, I really can't imagine that you also came to my small shop!"

The shopkeeper was very polite, although he recognized Mr. Lin, he was more respectful to Ninety-Nine and very religious.

Without waiting for Zhang Chu and a few people to speak, Boss Wu first served a few people good tea.

Then, the boss sat down and asked very respectfully: "Mr. Lin, two masters, I don't know what to do in my small shop?" ”

Ninety-nine looked at Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu said directly: "Boss Wu, we want to buy a few antiquities from you, they must be genuine." ”

"You say!" Boss Wu said.

At this time, Zhang Chu said: "A soul suppression bottle, a soul nail, and a mud inkstone." ”

After Zhang Chu said this, Boss Wu suddenly frowned: "I have a few pieces of this soul bottle here, but the soul nail is ......."

At this time, Boss Wu smiled bitterly: "Who has nothing to do with that." ”

In fact, whether it is a soul suppression bottle or a soul nail, it is something that comes out of the tomb.

The soul bottle is a kind of slender ceramic, which is generally placed in the corner of the tomb, and is more common in some tombs of the Yuan Dynasty.

This thing, some say, is to collect the soul of the tomb owner and guide the way to some mysterious world.

Some people also say that this thing is to contain the lonely ghosts passing by and prevent the tomb owner from being harassed.

But in any case, this kind of soul bottle is quite common, and people like Boss Wu, who open an antique shop, will occasionally collect some "Ming utensils", so they naturally have inventory.

But nail the soul, this thing is a bit evil.