"The ancestral high-grade magic weapon is sold cheaply!"

"Take a look, three Devil May Cry flowers only cost three hundred spirit stones!"

"Fengming grass, there is only one plant, and fifteen hundred spirit stones are not worth two prices"

......

There were shouts one after another in his ears, and Lin Zhao walked in front of the stalls with great interest, his eyes carefully identifying various items.

Lin Zhao has been shopping in the "Troubled Wind Market" for a long time, but he has never seen these loose repair stalls.

As a result, when I walked into these streets made up of loose stalls, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Most of the items here are very ordinary, and occasionally there are some treasures, but they are all identified by their own eyes, and there are many fake and real things.

Lin Zhao squatted down in front of a stall and carefully examined the various items placed on a straw mat, which were all kinds of items, there were more than ten pieces, and the stall owner looked like a bulk seller.

Among them, what caught Lin Zhao's eye was the skin of an unknown demon beast with a vague pattern on it.

The animal skin is boxy, it looks like some years, the vitality contained in it has long been dissipated, the animal skin is divided into two, cut from the middle, look at the color of the fracture, it should be done recently.

The pattern on it has mountains and rivers, and it already looks a little mottled. There are only half of the hides, so it is impossible to determine the exact terrain.

"Fellow Daoist, what is this?Treasure map?Can there be the other half?" Lin Zhao became interested and asked the owner of the stall.

"Oh, the other half is in my hands, Daoist friends are interested in this thing?"

The owner of the stall was an emaciated old monk, but his appearance was a little obscene, and his eyes were too nimble.

Lin Zhao nodded and did not make a sound.

"Daoist friendly eyesight, to tell the truth to Daoyou, this thing is said to be Zhang Baotu, which records the location of a real person in the Chengdan period.

It is rumored that this real person is the most particular about fate, and there is no heir, so he made this treasure map before his death and put it in the world, so that those who are destined can get his inheritance in the future and extend his Taoism!"

The owner of the stall looked solemn, his eyes rolled wildly, and he told Lin Zhao in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Oh, does that fellow Daoist know where this cave is?" Lin Zhao smiled slightly when he heard this.

"Haha, Daoyou said it was funny!

Don't hide it, this treasure map has been circulating for a long time, but there is no specific location marked on it, otherwise how would you see this thing now!"

Lin Zhao frowned at first, while his eyes stared at the animal skin carefully. At the same time, in his big sleeve, his left hand was quickly pinching.

After more than a dozen breaths, Lin Zhao looked at the stall owner, showed a tempting appearance, and said directly:

"What Daoyou said is very reasonable, I want this treasure map, Daoyou, please make a price!"

"Oh, I originally wanted to keep this treasure map and give it to my talented juniors, but there was a shortage of cultivation resources at home, so I had to take it out and exchange it for some spirit stones.

Therefore, if it is too cheap, the old man would rather stay by himself.

If you really want it, you can get this number. With that, the stall owner took out a black cloth, put it on his palm, and stretched it out towards Lin Zhao.

This is a sign language of trade, which is usually used in secular transactions, such as buying and selling horses and livestock, all under the placket of clothes, and the buyer and seller reach out to agree on the price.

In the cultivation world, it is rare to operate like this, and it is all about arranging the soundproofing realm, or the sound transmission of magic.

It seems that he has met the best old monk, Lin Zhao thought.

Lin Zhao scanned it with his divine sense, and found that the black cloth could actually block the detection of his divine sense, and he couldn't help but smile in his heart, such an old thing has a lot of tricks.

You come and go, after some bargaining, Lin Zhao got the whole animal skin, and then turned around and left directly.

Thinking of the shamelessness of such an old man just now, Lin Zhao was also speechless in his heart.

A piece of animal skin that didn't know the purpose, the specific location, or the authenticity dared to shout out the price of five thousand spirit stones, which once again refreshed Lin Zhao's three views on loose cultivation.

Although he finally bought the animal skin for fifty lower-grade spirit stones, the price was reduced by a hundred times, but Lin Zhao was sure that this animal skin was in the heart of the old man, as long as it exceeded five lower-grade spirit stones, he would definitely make a move.

This result seems to be a loss for Lin Zhao, but the gains and losses are difficult to define at this time.

Lin Zhao bought the treasure map at a price ten times more than his psychological price today, and if he benefited from it in the future, it would be regarded as clearing the cause and effect.

As the sky gradually slanted, Lin Zhao finally finished shopping around all the loose stalls and came to a teahouse in the center of the market.

Choosing a location facing the street by the window, Lin Zhao asked for the best spiritual tea and a few spiritual fruits in the teahouse.

Pick up the teacup and take a sip, then close your eyes and feel the charm of the spiritual tea.

The tea contains a hint of aura, the taste is very good, the drink is delicious, leaving an aftertaste, and the effect of refreshing the mind.

Picking up a green jade spirit pine nut and putting it in his mouth, Lin Zhao tasted it while quietly performing the "Heavenly Listening Dafa" and listening carefully to the conversations of the other monks in the teahouse.

"The Black Wind Ghost King of the Zhishui Lake has made a big move recently, it is said that some time ago, a large number of Yin Ghosts were driven, devouring the souls of countless mountain people in the surrounding villages, and even seven or eight low-level disciples of the Spirit Transformation Sect died. ”

Near the inside of the teahouse, there were three monks drinking tea and chatting, and one of them, an old man dressed as a scholar and with a somewhat elegant face, said softly.

"Black Wind Ghost King, is this true?" another monk on the side, who looked fierce, like a secular bandit, suddenly asked in a rhetorical voice.

Immediately, he seemed to feel that he was a little too surprised, and when he turned his head, he glanced around, and saw that no one was paying attention, and then he relaxed.

"Lu Daoyou, the news is true, and it is estimated that the well-informed Daoists in the bazaar already know. The monk surnamed Min looked at the fierce-looking monk and said in a deep voice.

"I don't know what kind of opportunity this evil obstacle has had in the past hundred years, it is said that its strength has greatly improved, but how could the small stone peak that has been lurking in the Zhishui Lake with peace of mind suddenly harm the world?"

Another ordinary-looking monk with a hint of green on his face held a teacup in his hand and frowned with a contemplative expression.

"This is unknown, but it is said that the Avatar Sect is uniting several sects to go to Zhishui Lake to kill it.

This place is far away from the location of the Black Wind Ghost King, as long as it is far away from the range of the Water Stopping Lake, it must not affect our scattered cultivation. ”

The monk surnamed Min smiled and said in a determined tone.

"Brother Min Dao, no matter how rampant the Black Wind Ghost King is, there are several sects in front, and we still have to protect our own safety!"

After the monk surnamed Lu finished speaking, he drank all the tea, and did not even let go of the spiritual tea in the cup, chewing and swallowing it.

Then he shouted loudly:

"Xiao Er, Xiao Er, how can I put less spirit tea today, do you think that a certain family can't afford to pay the spirit stone? Or is it cutting corners again?"

Lin Zhao slowly drank the spiritual tea, revealing a thoughtful look.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Min seemed to sense something, turned around and glanced at Lin Zhao deeply.

Lin Zhao didn't rush that night, but stayed in an inn in the practice bazaar.

Early the next morning, he left the bazaar and headed south.

Although he heard some news of the Black Wind Ghost King in the teahouse, Lin Zhao was not afraid, and of course he did not have a sense of justice, and he lost his mind to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

According to its plan, the Fuzang Mountains are a major area for the search for the Devil.

Changing one's itinerary for the sake of a few words is of no use except to appear to be overly cautious.

What's more, if you really want to encounter the Ghost King and the like, you have to do it once, and the thing that the Shenxiao Sect is not afraid of is the evil things of the Yin Ghost Sect.

As he traveled south, Lin Zhao gradually entered the Chaofeng Mountains, and villages appeared from time to time along the way, all relying on the mountain, with high stone walls, thick and solid.

When I saw the mountain people hunting, they were all in groups, all with fierce faces and strong bows and sharp blades.

As soon as he saw Lin Zhao, he showed a vigilant gaze, but he just saw that he was dressed in a Taoist robe, and he seemed to be dressed as an immortal master, and he didn't dare to provoke him.

All the way through the mountains and mountains, with martial arts and body methods, the speed is not slow. Occasionally, monks flew by in the air, either for casual cultivation or for disciples of nearby sects, and no one paid attention to Lin Zhao when they saw him.

In fact, Lin Zhao Zhenyuan is introverted, and his qi is deeply hidden, and ordinary monks can't see through his identity at all, and they will only think that they have met a mortal martial arts master.

Lin Zhao still used methods such as searching for the dragon and chasing the pulse to check the terrain, and also distinguished the yin and yang on the spot, looking for the evil qi of the earth's veins.

Of course, the possibility of finding the earth demon here is very small, but Lin Zhao is not here, but to look for the trend of the earth leyline, in preparation for entering the Fuzang Mountain Range.

Three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the evening of this day, Lin Zhao stood on the top of a mountain, watching the red sun gradually sink in the west, scattering the afterglow, and there were faint villages built on the mountain in the distance.

This place is only two or three thousand miles away from Zhishui Lake, and there is a small sect here.

Lin Zhao flew up, went directly into the sky, flew over the village for a while, and saw a land temple standing on a hill below.

He lowered his body and prepared to spend the night in the temple to practice his homework.

When I arrived at the Land Temple, I found that it had long been abandoned.

The land temple originally had the main hall and the east and west wings, but at this time it was deserted, only cobwebs were all over and full of dust.

Lin Zhao didn't care, a few spells were used, and the temple was suddenly clean.

Standing in the courtyard of the Land Temple, except for the sound of the wind, no other sounds can be heard, and a sense of silence arises spontaneously.

I remember in my previous life, I once saw an article that said that when you go out, it is best not to enter the abandoned ancient house and ancient temple.

What is it if you are like this?

Thinking of this, Lin Zhao couldn't help but laugh dumbly, but the idea of baking delicious food suddenly came to his heart.

"Do what you think" has always been Lin Zhao's creed.

Walking out of the temple gate directly, Lin Zhao knocked down the two big trees next to the land temple with a spell, cut the thick trunks into symmetrical wood, and baked them with fire magic to remove the moisture in them before putting them away.

After a while, a bonfire was lit in the center of the courtyard of the Land Temple, and after some operation, the aroma of barbecue began to spread.

Chewing the barbecue, Lin Zhao raised the jade gourd in his hand, and as the spirit wine entered his throat, he suddenly felt that the thoughts of sleepiness were gone, and the meaning of forgetting worries was suddenly born.

The night is getting darker, and there are only a few sparks left around him, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Lin Zhao sat cross-legged and practiced on a futon.

Suddenly, the wind in the land temple was loud, gloomy and pressing, and there seemed to be a terrible howl and cry in the wind, which seduced the soul and caused people to feel cold.

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