A year later, the originally deserted Jinghong Island suddenly became lively, and ships poured in from all directions.

The wharf, which originally seemed a little empty, was suddenly crowded with sea boats.

Only a temporary pier was opened on the north side for other seagoing vessels to dock.

Monks dressed in different costumes and speaking in different accents poured into the Central Plains, soon filling all the inns.

Fortunately, Jinghong Island is large enough, and it has been prepared in advance, and it has been agreed with ordinary residents in advance, and a large number of private houses have been requisitioned for use as temporary inns.

Just Tsukidan, of course, it is impossible to have such a momentum, even if you add Tsukikawa Island, it is not enough.

However, the communication between the sea areas is not smooth, and it is difficult to come and go.

The Tsukidan Conference is not only an auction, but also a platform that provides a bazaar, with the help of which all major forces are interested in trading, buying and selling.

This is the first time that Jinghong Island has held a foundation building conference, otherwise, there will be more people coming.

As long as Jinghong Island can successfully hold the foundation building conference several times in a row, not more, only three times, some people will regard this place as a fixed market spot.

Major forces and merchants will set up shops here, and Jinghong Island will become more and more prosperous, just like Dacheng Island.

For the current residents of Jinghong Island, no matter the shemales, as long as they open their minds and can communicate with other monks normally, they can pick up money while lying at home.

The influx of a large number of monks has brought many requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and no matter what, it can bring a lot of income to everyone.

Of course, for this conference, there is no shortage of preparations for Jinghong Island.

All the demon clans that could fly were recruited, and there were birds patrolling the sky above the island and even within a radius of ten miles.

At the same time, all the sea tribes also poured out of their nests and patrolled around.

In the central plain, there are a large number of uniformed patrols that patrol repeatedly, not letting go of any street corner.

Make sure that if there is any abnormality, there will be a patrol team to arrive at the time of tea.

At the same time, the golden statue of the Buddha and the robes of the ghost king are constantly in the air for twelve hours a day, intimidating the four directions.

Seeing such a big battle on Jinghong Island, many people wanted to laugh.

They also participated in a lot of various fairs and conferences, and it was rare to see such a big battle as Jinghong Island.

However, they also had to admit that such a large number of patrol teams, even if their cultivation was not high, greatly deterred those with bad intentions.

Those monks who were originally short-tempered and would draw their swords to fight if they disagreed with each other, after seeing this formation, their cultivation was suddenly much higher, and they were not so impulsive.

This practice is still Xu Wen's experience after experiencing various major events in his previous life.

As long as there are enough patrols, even the most irascible hooligans will become obedient dogs.

The first time he held the foundation building conference, he did not allow any failures, no flaws!

With the continuous influx of people, before the Tsukidan Conference officially began, all kinds of careful trade fairs, underground auctions, black markets, and ghost markets became lively first.

However, if you are familiar with Jinghong Island, you can find that in fact, the person behind most of the activities is Jinghong Island.

This night, Xu Wen, who was meditating, suddenly felt a little tired, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, not knowing where this feeling came from.

Jin Dan Zhenren rarely has this kind of mood, whether it is mental or physical, he is far from reaching the limit.

I tried to meditate several times, but I was interrupted by some kind of inexplicable burnout, and immediately stopped forcing it, but ended my cultivation naturally.

The divine consciousness slowly let go, slowly enveloping the whole city, feeling the excitement outside, and all the things that had been in the past suddenly came to mind.

After dressing up in disguise, Xu Wen quietly walked out of the island owner's mansion and came to the market outside.

It was already late at night, but the lights were bright, and large and small pavings were placed at the door.

At this moment, the entire Jinghong Island has entered the boom of doing business.

There is no special brigade in this world, and the easiest thing is to find a piece of cloth, put a few things, and be your own boss.

Arriving at the edge of the moat, I walked along the circle for a while, and soon some dim lanterns hanging on the branches of the trees came into view.

He couldn't help but smile slightly, and a strange feeling of comfort suddenly came.

This is the ghost market of Jinghong Island, although the pattern and appearance are very different from the Qingfeng City back then, but the familiar feeling is exactly the same.

Lowering his cultivation to the middle stage of qi refining, he slowly walked into the ghost market.

"Magic weapon fragments, magic weapon fragments, if you are interested, take a look, there will be no store in this village after this village!"

As soon as he entered, Xu Wen was almost not fooled by the merchant.

Sure enough, it's a familiar taste, I dare to say anything, and I can blow anything.

Why don't you say that it's the toilet paper that Daozu used to wipe his butt when he went to the toilet?

Looking at the small vendor who was foaming at the mouth, holding an unknown piece of paper, and facing the people around him, Xu Wen shook his head in his heart.

Sure enough, although the regions are different, the mouth of the small trader is the same as that is not credible.

The Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique was opened, and he walked slowly along the core of this ghost market as he did back then.

The vast majority of them are non-existent things without treasure light, and even mixed with many ordinary things.

Occasionally, one or two rays of precious light rise, but they are basically low-level spiritual objects.

"Ten lower-grade spirit stones, I only have ten lower-grade spirit stones, I want ten!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rose in my ears, and it seemed to be mixed with something indescribable.

Turning his head, a Taoist dressed in a gray monk's robe suddenly came into view.

There are many people in the ghost market, and there are all kinds of people who are cleaner than him, dirtier than him, and more special than him, but Xu Wen's eyes are attracted by the other party.

Because, this is a Jindan real person.

Although his aura convergence technique was very high, and he could hardly see the peculiarity, Xu Wen still saw the other party at a glance.

Because there are only a few black spots on the other party's body, and they are constantly changing.

Compared to the ordinary low-level monks, the pitiful conjuring spells with black dots all over the body, this person's spells are extremely superb.

A monk who can cast such a superb spell can only be a Jindan monk.

The small vendor opposite the Taoist didn't know what kind of master he was facing, so he snatched the things in the other party's hand, and waved his hand impatiently and drove away:

"Let's go, don't affect my business, I can't take out fifteen lower-grade spirit stones, what else can I buy?"

"I'm telling you, except for me, there's nothing less than ten spirit stones here!"

Looking at the various gadgets on his stall, Xu Wen couldn't help but smile.

This is another Nie Laojiu and Kou Laoxi-style character.

Looking at what the two were arguing about, it was a broken picture scroll, Xu Wen's heart moved, and he suddenly felt a little familiar.

"This little brother, what do you like, just look, I'm not bullied, I'm not bullied!"

Spotting Xu Wen's gaze, the vendor ignored the Taoist priest and instead greeted Xu Wen.

The Taoist priest also saw Xu Wen, nodded and smiled, no longer entangled, and walked away slowly.

Xu Wen also returned a kind smile, stepped forward, flipped through it casually, and then picked up the picture scroll thrown by the stall owner in a corner, and asked in a low voice:

"Shopkeeper, what's the origin of this thing?"

"Ha, my little brother is really good eyesight, this thing is handed down from my ancestors, and it is said that my grandfather has an adventure ......"

The stall owner immediately bragged at the mouth, telling the story while repeatedly emphasizing that he was not a bully.

On the other hand, he waved his hand again and again, asking Xu Wen to inquire about his reputation among the surrounding vendors.

This kind of peddler, until others have inquired about him, is always full of confidence, as long as you really inquire, it will immediately show its true form.

However, most people don't really bother to inquire about these things for the sake of face.

In line with the good habit of being in the ghost market for a long time, Xu Wen patiently listened to his nonsense for a while before taking the scroll in his hand.

When I opened it, it was indeed a portrait of a Taoist, but there was only a middle section, and even the face was only a chin.

Surrounded by many shrunken figures, each surrounded by various thunderbolts, it is the Thunder Department Thirty-six Righteous Gods.

Just at a glance, Xu Wen knew that this was another part of the scroll that could absorb thunder and lightning.

However, the two cannot be directly opposed, and some positions of the Taoist's body are most likely completely lost.

At first glance, this picture scroll doesn't seem to be anything different, but it can be favored by cultivators, and naturally there are some special features.

The picture quality is very tough, and even if ordinary people tear it hard, it is difficult to damage it in the slightest.

Of course, that's all there is to it, otherwise it wouldn't have appeared in the ghost market.

"How many spirit stones?"

Xu Wen asked with a light smile.

"Thirty spirit stones, you saw it, the Daoist just now also took a fancy to this picture, but when I saw the Daoist, I was very familiar with it, and I had an unusual sense of closeness......"

The price doubled in a blink of an eye, Xu Wen smiled, and said in a low voice:

"Ten pieces!"

It is not possible not to make a counteroffer, if you want it directly, it is possible that the other party will raise the price to three hundred.

"Twenty, twenty, can't be lower!"

The peddler shouted again and again, and then quickly snatched the spirit stone handed over by Xu Wen.

Without waiting for him to sell anything else, Xu Wen waved his hand with a smile and walked in another direction.

"Fellow Daoist, please!"

A few steps later, a voice sounded, and Hu Xiaoxing turned from the side, arched his hand at Xu Wen, and said:

"I like that picture very much, I don't know if friends can cut love, I am willing to ......"

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Xu Wen smiled slightly, releasing a trace of the aura that belonged to Jindan Zhenren.

The breath flashed away, and the people around him knew nothing, but it was impossible for Jin Dan Zhenren not to perceive it.

Hu Xiaoxing was stunned for a moment, his face was suddenly a little embarrassed, the other party had obviously discovered his identity, but he didn't notice it.

Although there is no fight, the strength has already been decided.

"The contemptible tiger roars apricots, making Taoist friends smile!"

After a few glances, Xu asked, and a different color suddenly flashed from the eyes of the old man, and he arched his hand and said:

"I know most of the Jindan real people near this sea area, fellow Daoists... But there are some faces, but the famous owner of Jinghong Island, Xu asked? ”

(End of chapter)