Come to the edge of the spiritual realm that the fox girl said.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around, and was inevitably a little surprised: "It's really a lot of people here." ”

Compared to the stalls that the two of them passed by, there were obviously a lot fewer people here, and there were only a few scattered stalls at a glance.

After listening to Su Jincheng's words, a white-clothed monk with kind eyebrows and a snow-white beard next to him explained with a smile: "We are late. ”

"And if you can't sell it in the end, you can return a few spirit stones."

Lin Xuanzhi smiled at the old monk, only to see that all that was in front of him were prayer beads, wooden fish, demon-slaying pestles, incantations, scriptures and other things that had been blessed with mana.

I came to the stall that the fox girl said, right next to the monk.

The stall owner was napping against a pile of broken books, and only lazily opened his eyes when he heard someone coming.

On the other side of the stall is a thin old man with a rickety body, it is rare for someone to come here, this will also be a slight movement of the ears, sit up slightly, and cheer up a little.

But when he turned his head sideways, Lin Xuanzhi's eyelids couldn't help jumping, and the position of Lao Dao's eyes was actually two black holes, which was even more mentally impactful than the hanged ghost just now.

Seeing that the two of them were well-dressed, although they were not magic weapons, they were also worth a lot of money, and the workmanship was exquisite, the owner of the bookstall immediately greeted with a smile: "The two Taoist friends can look at it and pick it at will." ”

"Ordinary books range from five taels of silver to fifty taels of silver."

"Exercises, spells, secret arts, swordsmanship, etc., ranging from fifty spirit stones to five thousand spirit stones."

Hearing this, Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around casually, and asked hesitantly, "Exercises?" Secret arts? Can it be sold? Does anyone dare to practice? ”

The stall owner said angrily: "Why can't you sell it?" Why doesn't anyone dare to practice? ”

"It's all the real things handed down by my ancestors, and I can't fool you!"

When Su Jincheng heard this, he was also stunned for a long time, and then said in a complicated tone: "You are really filial, and all the things of your ancestors have been taken out and sold." ”

Lin Xuanzhi took advantage of the two of them to speak, and the jade wheel in his eyes floated and quickly "scanned".

A little bit of light shimmered in the two piles of books.

It may be grayish-white, pale red, crimson, or reddish with two strands of yellow.

"There's actually something."

Lin Xuanzhi only thought that the other party was a liar, but he really didn't expect that he would really take out the exercises or something to sell.

"There's a catalog, so it's easy for me to choose." Lin Xuanzhi asked hopelessly.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but glance at him, and the meaning of that look was: Do you really want to buy it?

Hearing this, the stall owner took out a warm booklet from under his buttocks, handed it over, and said, "Look, look." I'm a kid who doesn't deceive. ”

Lin Xuanzhi took it with a smile and flipped through the booklet.

Naturally, those books were used to read the first two pages.

Half an hour later.

Lin Xuanzhi picked out a thin book and handed it to the stall owner.

"That's it, it's kind of interesting."

The stall owner took a look and said in surprise: "The art of bean war? ”

Lin Xuanzhi nodded, except for a cultivation technique in the hand of this stall owner that was glowing with yellow light, it was a few yellow lights flashing sporadically in the light red of this bean art of war.

There is nothing hidden, Lin Xuanzhi estimates that it is just that this secret technique itself has some potential.

The stall owner saw that he was about to make a deal, and immediately couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that Daoyou also has the dream of spreading beans into soldiers and waving their hands to arrange troops." ”

"Chenghui seven hundred and eighty spirit stones, and Daoist friends can't sell them here in the future!"

Lin Xuanyi smiled: "The upper limit of your method is not high, and it takes time, effort and resources. ”

"Five hundred, that's the most."

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched: "You're too ruthless, don't you, just cut three hundred?!" No, no, no! ”

"It's a secret technique, you know the secret technique? Seven hundred and five is the lowest! ”

"Five hundred and five, if it doesn't work, forget it, it's meant to be played." Lin Xuanzhi shook his head, pulled Su Jincheng and was about to turn around and leave.

Seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly said: "Don't don't, six hundred, six hundred!" ”

"Six hundred?"

"Yes, six hundred! This is a genuine secret technique, if it weren't for the purpose of making spirit stones, why would I do that against the decision of my ancestors to sell the family collection. The stall owner cried out with a sad face.

Lin Xuanzhi smiled slightly, and looked at the ordinary books on the side: "Don't give two copies?" ”

The stall owner almost rolled his eyes, and said helplessly: "Give away, give away!" ”

"Just two!"

Lin Xuan casually took two copies in front of him, and they were indeed ordinary books.

After all, there are so many things in the world that make you cheaper.

Money and goods are cleared.

After the stall owner received the spirit stone, he complained: "The two of you seem to be from everyone's background, how can you be so careful." ”

"The world is difficult, and the big family is not rich." Lin Xuanzhi seemed to be helpless.

Su Jincheng only felt funny, and pulled Lin Xuanzhi to leave.

When I passed by the stall next to this bookstall, I saw a bronze palace lamp lit in front of the thin blind old Taoist priest, and the lilac flame of the wick suddenly swayed twice with Lin Xuanzhi's approach.

The old Taoist priest sniffed his nose, seemed to be looking up at the two, and said in a hoarse voice: "Doesn't this little friend take some spirit talismans to protect himself?" The world is in chaos, and the demons and monsters are about to come out. ”

"And the dark clouds above the heads of the poor Taoist temple friends, I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe in the near future!"

When the bookstall owner heard this, he said in his throat: "The old blind man is talking crazy again, how can there be any demons and monsters at the feet of the Son of Heaven." ”

"Open your mouth and close your mouth to kill the calamity, thinking that you are a real person, what about the magic trick? Those with a bad temper are going to beat you, and the two sons are talented and personable, and they are not as knowledgeable as you. ”

The blind old Taoist priest held the old bronze palace lamp in front of him, leaning over as if he was carefully looking at Lin Xuandao: "I have three spirit runes to solve the calamity of Xiaoyou." ”

Lin Xuanzhi quietly took a half step back, and said patiently: "No need senior, my house is close, someone will come when you shout, your spirit talisman should be sold to those who need it." ”

His eyes swept over the stall spirit rune, and he shook his head in his heart: "It's not as good as the spiritual light I painted." ”

The blind old Taoist priest looked at Lin Xuanzhi with two black holes and shook his head: "Sell? You and I are destined, what about this spirit rune giving you three paths? Pick it. ”

"Send?"

Lin Xuanzhi, Su Jincheng and the owner of the bookstall were quite surprised.

The book seller was even more angry and said: "We have been neighbors for several months, and last month I also gave you the Spring Palace book of the famous man of the previous dynasty, why didn't you say that you would give me one?" ”

"You and I don't have a chance."

The old Taoist priest said slowly, and the broken book has no artistic conception at all, a bad review.

Lin Xuanzhi wanted to refuse, but he saw that the old Taoist priest directly grabbed three spirit runes from the stall at random, and stuffed them into his hands that could not be refused.

"Don't give it for nothing, there are still such fools in the world." The old Taoist priest muttered in a hoarse voice.

Lin Xuanzhi took the three spirit runes with rough yellow paper and clumsy strokes, he didn't take it, and he didn't go back, and after looking closely, he found that he didn't even recognize these three kinds of talismans, and he didn't dare to take them immediately, who knows what ghost talismans.

"Don't you know that the free ones are the most expensive."

"The younger generation doesn't love or take advantage of others since they were young."

The old Taoist priest didn't pay attention to him, sat back in front of the stall and said slowly: "Golden light, no shadow, five thunders." ”

"The golden light is far away, there is no shadow, and the five rays defeat the enemy."

"The calamity said that I will give you a welcome gift today."

"Later, after more than half a step, go out from the north city, and wait on the back of the old locust tree five miles outside the city gate, remember to paste the shadowless charm and wait."

"As soon as the time comes, something will fall from the sky, remember to take the thing and quickly paste the golden light talisman, and think clearly about where to go in your head, don't lose it yourself."

Lin Xuanzhi was a little stunned, and only then did he realize that the others didn't seem to hear the conversation between the two of them at all.

I suddenly realized in my heart that I had met a master?

Fortunately, he was calm in the end, he didn't panic, and he didn't get excited, but his thoughts flew around, thinking about it.

In addition to pies, there may also be misfortune in the sky!

The old Taoist priest turned his neck to "look" at Lin Xuanzhi, as if he had seen through what he was thinking, his tone unconsciously felt a little disgusted, and he helplessly pointed to the bronze lamp and said, "Do you know what the old Taoist lamp is called?" ”

"Such a feature, could it be a coffin lamp?"

Lin Xuanzhi said hesitantly after carefully guessing.

Not to mention anything else, just this skinny old Taoist priest with two black holes on his face, with the blue-black copper lamp, the painting style is more than just down-to-earth.

This means that the spiritual realm is in the daytime, otherwise everyone believes that it comes from below!

The blind old Taoist priest choked, and almost wanted to borrow two eyeballs from the bookstall owner to roll his eyes, and immediately said angrily.

"Old Dao, this is called the Eight Views Palace Lamp!"

"Let's go, you go!"

"The person that didn't care about the guy who fell in love with him is also unlikable!"

"Grinding and chirping, timid."

"It's just this skin!"

"The taste of Xuandu is still pretending to be the same as the old way."

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