This monk's name is Jiao Pengju, he is an outer disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, and more than a dozen disciples after Dabi want to buy some pills, and when they heard that the Heihefang pills are cheap and cheap, they let him run on behalf of everyone after a little total.

He was moved when he saw the benefits of ten spirit stones, and after a little thought, he readily agreed.

He also has his own little Jiujiu in his heart, if he kills some more prices, there may be dozens of harvests on this trip, and he can buy a medium-grade magic weapon with a little scraping together.

In this way, he applied for a token from the sect and left, and spent two whole months coming to Heihefang.

When he came to Heihefang and found that the pill here was really half a point cheaper than that of the sect, Jiao Peng was overjoyed and began to make a family consideration.

When he came, the Xianyuan Pavilion had just opened, and in order to attract customers, he only earned a spirit stone for the price of a bottle of low-grade elixir.

Jiao Pengju naturally chose to buy here, but he had no choice but to be greedy!

He calculated that he could earn eighty spirit stones this time, plus the fire sword he had saved over the years, it was only less than ten short of the fire sword he liked.

So he auctioned out his sect token and made the price of Xianyuan Pavilion slightly cheaper.

The young man who traded with him looked a little strange, and ran upstairs to invite a yellow-faced Zhuji senior.

The senior was very enthusiastic when he saw the token, and he was very happy to cheapen more than 20 spirit stones, and he couldn't find the north when he was happy.

The monks of the sect are more than scattered cultivators, and even the predecessors in the foundation building period have to stammer!

But on the way back, this senior in the foundation building period became extremely hideous, pierced his dantian and took him to the underground secret room, where he came to torture every night.

And after every torture, he will be coated with Shengjisan, and three times a day, he swallows some nourishing herbs, so that he can't die if he wants to.

The torture lasted for several months, and Jiao Pengju's heart had already collapsed after being tortured, and there was only one thought left in his heart, that is, he hoped to die quickly.

The yellow-faced monk looked at Jiao Pengju and said with a bloodthirsty smile, "Okay!"

Jiao Pengju just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next words made him feel distracted.

"I'll give you three days to find your fellow disciple, and if you can't find it, I'll take out your soul, maintain it with a secret method, and burn it with a soul lamp for ten years!"

Jiao Pengju was dissipated when he heard this, and immediately burst into tears and cried bitterly: "Senior, three days is too little, you give me some grace time......"

The yellow-faced monk sneered, raised two fingers and said coldly, "Then two days!"

Jiao Pengju's words begging for mercy could no longer be spoken, and he looked at the yellow-faced monk with pleading eyes. But his gaze was useless, and the yellow-faced monk didn't even look at him, pushed open the door and walked out.

The yellow-faced monk had just left, and a young man in his twenties walked in.

I saw him take out a jade bottle and smear his wound with a dark green liquid.

Jiao Pengju felt a burst of coolness from the wound, and the hideous wound on his body was slowly healing, and it would scab over in less than six hours, and it would fall off in an hour.

Jiao Pengju's heart was full of despair, and he had decided to recognize all the monks who came to Heihefang in the past two days, and if there were no monks from the Imperial Sword Sect, he would commit suicide and seek relief!

......

In the dead of night, Han Yu quietly left the inn and entered the ghost market in exchange for a mask.

The ghost market is still very lively, there is an endless stream of selling fakes, and there are some defective products in the stalls, and there are very few real boutiques.

Han Yu walked around and didn't find the golden bell on the stall. Han Yu didn't care, there were still eight days left before the agreed date.

With the intention of picking up leaks, I walked through each stall, but I saw two good objects, but the stall owner offered a staggering price.

Han Yu naturally didn't want to suffer a loss and left directly, and he didn't have the idea of killing people and grabbing treasures, the value of these two items was not enough for him to take a risk.

I didn't wait for the person to appear until the ghost market was closed, and Han Yu disappeared into the night slightly.

Han Yu plans to cultivate in the inn tomorrow, and when the ghost market opens tomorrow, he will come out to find it. If he didn't come at the appointed date, then Han Yu would leave immediately.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed and practicing the Divine Forging Technique, he stopped practicing when his head swelled slightly, and fell asleep upside down.

The next day, before the door of the inner city was opened, the yellow-faced monk took Jiao Pengju to change into a set of law enforcement team clothes, and stuffed some spirit stones for the captain who had completed the qi refining to take care of it.

The captain accepted the spirit stone and asked him to go to the gate of the inner city to stand guard, which was also exactly in line with Jiao Pengju's intentions.

The sun slowly rose and fell, and soon a red sun hung on the western mountain.

When the door of the inner door was closed for a moment, Jiao Pengju was like a deflated ball, and all his spirit was gone.

On this day, Jiao Pengju didn't eat a mouthful of food, didn't drink half a mouthful of water, and stared at the monks who came in and out, but he didn't feel familiar.

Jiao Pengju's heart began to despair.

The yellow-faced monk walked to the door, looking at the muddy Jiao Peng, with some disappointment in his eyes.

"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely be able to find out the same door tomorrow!" Seeing the yellow-faced monk, Jiao Peng trembled in fright, and hurriedly stood up and said,

The yellow-faced monk ignored him, took him directly to the secret room, and vented it fiercely.

......

Han Yu stayed in the inn for a day today and lived a very fulfilling life. After waking up in the morning, I ate some special breakfasts after cultivating, and then spent the rest of the time studying the quotations of the three classics, and called eight dishes and one soup to eat and drink at noon.

As long as there are conditions, Han Yu will never treat himself badly, and if there are no conditions, he can be hungry for leftovers.

In the afternoon, he picked up a piece of fine yellow wood, sat on a rattan chair and took out a sharp carved knife, thought for a while and began to do it.

Han Yu's movements were very slow, and he had to think for a moment for each carving knife, and the sawdust slowly scattered from above.

Two hours later, a lifelike Qingfeng bird appeared in his hand.

Han Yu took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but shake his head. Ordinary people would feel lifelike in their eyes, but in the eyes of him, the carver, it is full of loopholes, and there are problems everywhere.

Han Yu sighed, and a fireball floated from his fingertips, burning the Qingfeng Bird to ashes.

He also understands that this kind of craft cannot be rushed, as long as he insists on slowly precipitating every day, he can always meet the requirements of the spirit puppet.

Came to the window and stretched, looking at the sunset that was about to set in mid-air, Han Yu turned his head and fell on the bed.

This carving is a very laborious job, and it is just the opportunity to be lazy, and returning to the Edgeworth School is not so relaxed.

After sleeping for an hour, Han Yu asked Xiao Er to bring some light food, and after eating a few bites, he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated silently.

When I came to the ghost market, I found that it was as lively as yesterday, Han Yu was still wandering until the market closed, and the figure still didn't appear.

"This guy won't have any accidents, right?" Han Yu thought silently in his heart.

Han Yu plans to continue to stay at the inn tomorrow and have a few days of relaxation.

......

The sun set the next evening, and Jiao Pengju's heart was completely desperate.

The thought of suicide was swirling in his mind countless times, but when it was time to really attack him, he was scared and couldn't do it.

As soon as one of the nuns in the workshop left, the yellow-faced monk looked at him with a smile.

Jiao Peng raised his legs trembling and followed him to the secret room, and as soon as he entered, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, but he was still forcibly tied up.

I saw the yellow-faced monk take out a pitch-black jade bottle from the rental bag, and took out a black ancient lamp, and as soon as he took it out, the temperature in the room dropped, and a cold aura swept over, and Jiao Pengju couldn't help but shiver.

"The appointed time has come. The yellow-faced monk said calmly, and suddenly his nose smelled a faint foul smell.

The yellow-faced monk took a closer look and saw that he had been frightened into incontinence.

However, he didn't care, took out the black sharp cone from the rental bag, and slowly walked towards Jiao Peng.

"Senior, you don't do what you say!" Jiao Pengju shouted in horror.

The yellow-faced monk paused, and Jiao Pengju also fought desperately in the face of death, only to hear him say loudly: "I asked to go to the ghost market yesterday, but the seniors tortured me in order to vent the resentment in my heart!