Chapter 14 Ghost City in Three Counties

In the evening, in the Zheng family's guest room, Maruki lay on Meng Huan's chest and watched him quietly. After a while, the kitten's ears moved, and she leaned her head over and rubbed it on Meng Huan's face.

Soon, Meng Huan was woken up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the pill was teasing him, and he was not angry, so he held it in his arms and rubbed it.

"Don't make a fuss! Bad master, someone is coming outside. ”

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door, and Meng Huan secretly hated that he had just woken up, and he didn't even have this vigilance, if it was his enemy who was close, then he would be in danger.

"Brother Meng, are you awake?"

"Wake up! Please wait a moment. ”

Meng Huan stretched his body and slept for a day, full of energy, which was completely different from the feeling he felt after waking up from practice.

Tao Te Ching says: Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature. What the sage said is true, the cultivation of Xuanmen still has to follow nature to be the right path. It seems that after all the star aperture is lit up, it is better to sleep, and it can't just be spent in cultivation, Meng Huan thought.

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"Brother Meng, do you know the ghost market?"

After the two of them finished dinner, they walked down the street.

"I also want to ask Brother Zheng. ”

"The three counties of Binh Duong meet, and a ghost market is opened every month for three days, and today is the last day. ”

"As soon as this ghost market opens, whether it is a demon or a fairy Buddha monk, you can go there. took care of some ghosts and immortals with low cultivation, so the ghost market was set at night. Brother Meng should be a monk, so he is still interested in this place where monks trade. ”

Hehe, when you find out that you want to buy something but don't have anything to exchange, that puppet must be in my pocket.

"Brother Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh? It's okay, I'm just thinking about what treasures will appear in the ghost market today. "Zheng Jitong didn't leak his voice, so he wouldn't tell Meng Huan that I wanted your puppet.

Who believes! Meng Huan remembered the treacherous smile he had just now, and he became vigilant against him in his heart.

The two walked to a corner of the old city, Meng Huan swept his eyes, there was no life in other places in the city, it seemed that this area had been abandoned for a long time, and the surrounding area was still fenced.

Sure enough, the monks here are like peddlers' pawns, some are selling, some are bargaining, some are just looking, not asking or buying. But even those who didn't do it seemed to be afraid of the mysterious existence in the ghost market.

"Brother Zheng, those bull heads, tiger heads, and other demons who have completely transformed are also asked to come in through the city gate?" Meng Huan pointed to those little demons and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, there is a Thousand Runes Sect stronghold outside the city, which specializes in selling such illusion talismans that conceal their own aura. And every three days, the lord of this ghost city will seal some of the humane aura in the city to prevent some weak ghosts from being injured by human luck. ”

The ghost city has such a great power that it can seal the humane luck of a city, so if there is a treasure, it will not belong to him.

"I see, let's take a look. ”

Meng Huan walked around by himself, what he had on him were all heavy treasures, none of which could be exchanged for them, so he could only take a casual look. He didn't know how to preserve the spiritual objects, the spiritual grass collected in the Tiger Demon Cave, he didn't move, he knew it was like this, he directly sealed it, and there were always one or two well-preserved.

Meng Huan walked for half an hour, but he didn't find any treasures that could enter his eyes, these were all forbidden magic weapons by some people, mortal elixirs, hundred-year elixirs and the like, he wanted them uselessly.

Meng Huan had just walked to a stall, and the compass in his arms actually reacted, remembering the name of the compass, Meng Huan squatted down and checked the things in the stall one by one.

This stall is also strange, it turned out to be some strange stones, when Meng Huan picked up one of the gray-white stones, the treasure compass reacted a little more violently, and a message was transmitted to Meng Huan.

It turned out that this stone actually sealed the Emperor Flowing Pulp, which was transformed by the essence of the moonlight, which was of great benefit to the cultivation of the Divine Soul, and Meng Huan could not use it at this time, but he was absorbing the cultivation of the Moonlight in the third realm, and the importance of this thing to him could be imagined.

Meng Huan remained silent, put down the stones, and continued to pick up the stones one by one, making the appearance of inquiry, instead of directly asking the price of the stone, it was too obvious that he might lose the treasure.

It doesn't matter if you don't check, you found another strange treasure, and the treasure compass named it Ice Spirit, which was absorbed by the wisps of cold qi that was acquired after tomorrow, which was a spiritual material that could be used to refine magic weapons.

"This fellow Taoist friend is invited, please ask what are the origins of these stones. ”

"You don't have to ask me, since you asked about the origin of these stones, I think you have taken a fancy to something in them, and you want to set my price, say, which one do you want?" In fact, he just learned from the practices of other stall owners in the ghost market, these stones were placed on the stall by him, and no one cared about them, and now that someone has taken a fancy to them, he will naturally not let go of this opportunity.

"This one, and this one. Meng Huan said bluntly, lit those two stones, if this situation is to play with him the way of fiction and reality, there is no point.

"Okay, then what do you get in exchange? ”

This time it was Meng Huan's turn to be embarrassed, he had nothing to exchange, and just as he was about to come out with the iron armor Dao soldiers, Zheng Jitong, who had been following behind to find an opportunity, took the lead.

He threw a piece of jade to the stall owner and said, "This jade contains a set of spirit gathering magic arrays, which can be carried with you, or you can arrange the cave mansion, how about exchanging two broken stones for you?"

Meng Huan looked at this piece of jade and found that it was just an ordinary thing, and when he cultivated the true fire, he could also refine it, and then he could repay the favor, so he didn't care about it.

But Zheng Jitong was a little distressed, in the inheritance he obtained, only this piece of jade could be taken out and exchanged, like some rune paper and the like, all of which he played. For example, if the previous glider hadn't been pasted with rune paper and acted as a spirit array, where would the eagle monster fly. And because of his qualifications, he can't practice, let alone depict the spirit array.

"Yes, please take it well, and the money and goods will be cleared. ”

Before Meng Huan could collect the stone, a man and a woman ran over next to him, and the woman snatched his piece of Emperor Liquid Pulp, and said, "Senior brother, it was this stone that caused the reaction of the Medicinal Exploration Stone." ”

"Oh, then I want this stone, this is a three-turn elixir, how about changing this stone for you. He threw a jade bottle to the stall owner, picked up the emperor and was about to leave.

The stall owner hurriedly returned Yu Jue to Meng Huan and the others, not giving them a chance to speak.

"Senior brother, since that kid has this vision, that stone may also be a treasure. The woman pointed to the stone in Meng Huan's hand.

The male cultivator snatched another stone and threw a jade bottle to the stall owner.

Meng Huan was about to release the Dao soldier on his waist, but Zheng Jitong stopped him and pointed to the sky.

Only then did Meng Huan remember that there must be immortal-level monks in this ghost market, and he also stopped thinking about doing it.

The female cultivator smiled sarcastically and told the male cultivator to leave.

"Waste! hillbilly. She didn't forget to mock.

"Brother Zheng, how did you find that eagle monster?" Meng Huan asked in a low voice.

Zheng Jitong looked at Meng Huan and immediately knew what he thought.