Longevity: Beginning from the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 15 The Blind Man Lights the Lamp (Please follow up~)
Come to the edge of the spiritual realm that the fox girl said.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around, unavoidably a little surprised: "It's really a sparsely populated place."

Compared with the stalls the two passed by, there were obviously a lot fewer people here, and there were only a few scattered stalls.

After hearing Su Jincheng's words, a kind-eyed, white-clothed monk with a snow-white beard next to him explained with a smile, "We came late."

"And if the words here can't be sold in the end, you can get back a few spirit stones."

Lin Xuanzhi smiled at the old monk, and saw that what was placed in front of him were nothing but rosary beads, wooden fish, magic pestle, mantras, scriptures and other things that had been consecrated and blessed with mana.

I came to the booth that the fox girl said, just next to the monk.

The stall owner was dozing off on a pile of tattered books, and lazily opened his eyes when he heard someone coming.

The booth on the other side of him was a hunched, skinny old man. It was rare for someone to come here, and this time his ears moved slightly, and he sat up a little, cheering up a bit.

But when he turned his head to the side, Lin Xuanzhi's eyelids couldn't help twitching. There were actually two black holes in the old man's eyes, which was more mentally shocking than the hanged ghost just now.

Seeing that the two people were well-dressed, although they were not magical artifacts, they were also expensive and well-made, the owner of the bookstall immediately greeted with a smile: "Two fellow Taoists, just take a look and pick whatever you want."

"Ordinary books range from five taels of silver to 50 taels of silver."

"Gongfa, magic technique, secret technique, swordsmanship, etc., ranging from 50 yuan spirit stones to [-] yuan spirit stones."

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

The stall owner said angrily: "Why can't it be sold? Why no one dares to practice?"

"They are all real things passed down by my ancestors, how can they still lie to you!"

Hearing this, Su Jincheng was also stunned for a while, then said in a complicated tone: "You are so filial, you have sold everything from your ancestors."

Lin Xuanzhi took advantage of the time when the two were talking, and quickly "scanned" the moon floating in his eyes.

Dots of brilliance flickered in the two piles of books in a mess.

Or off-white, or light red, dark red, or reddish with sporadic two strands of yellow.

"There's actually something there."

Lin Xuanzhi originally thought that the other party was a liar, but he really didn't expect that he would actually sell his exercises and so on.

"Is there a catalog, so it's convenient for me to choose." Lin Xuanzhi asked without hope.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but glanced at him, 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 and handed it over, "Look, let's see. I'm innocent."

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

Naturally, those books have been manipulated, so they can only read the first two pages.

After half an hour.

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

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

The stall owner took a look and asked in surprise, "Bean strategy?"

Lin Xuanzhi nodded. Apart from a practice method that was glowing yellow in the hands of the stall owner, there were a few yellow lights flashing in the light red on the Bean Art of War.

There is nothing to hide, Lin Xuanzhi guesses that the secret technique itself has some potential.

Seeing that the stall owner was about to make a deal, he couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that fellow Taoists also have the dream of wanting to spread beans into soldiers, and form an army with a wave of hands."

"Chenghui 780 spirit stones, and fellow daoists can't sell them here in the future!"

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

"Five hundred, the most."

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched: "You are too ruthless, just cut three hundred?! No way!"

"This is a secret technique, do 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 just for fun." Lin Xuanzhi shook his head, pulling Su Jincheng to turn around and leave.

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

"Six hundred?"

"Yes, it's only six hundred! This is a genuine secret technique. If it wasn't for collecting spirit stones, why would I have made the decision to go against my ancestors and sell the family's collection of books." The stall owner cried with a mournful face.

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

The stall owner almost rolled his eyes, and said helplessly, "Give it a gift!"

"Only two!"

Lin Xuanshang took two books at random, and they were indeed ordinary scripts.

After all, there are so many things in the world that you can pick up cheaply.

Clear money and goods.

The stall owner complained after receiving the spirit stones: "You two seem to be from everyone, why are you so fussy?"

"The world is difficult, and the big family is not rich." Lin Xuanzhi said helplessly.

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

Passing by the booth next to this bookstall, he saw a bronze palace lantern burning in front of the skinny blind old Taoist priest, and the lavender flame of the wick flickered twice as Lin Xuanzhi walked.

The old Taoist sniffed his nose, seemed to be looking up at the two of them, and said in a hoarse voice: "This little friend, don't you take some magic charms to protect yourself? The world is in chaos, and the ghosts and ghosts are about to come out."

"Besides, there are dark clouds gathering above the heads of the little friends of the Poor Taoist Temple. I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe in the near future!"

The owner of the bookstall heard the words and said at the top of his voice: "The old blind man is talking crazy again, how can there be any monsters and ghosts at the feet of the emperor."

"Open your mouth and keep your mouth shut. Do you think you are the real person of Yuanshen, so you have a clever plan? If you have a bad temper, you will be beaten. Only the two young masters are handsome and handsome, and you are not as knowledgeable as you."

The blind old Taoist priest held the old bronze palace lantern in front of his eyes, and leaned over as if he was looking carefully at Lin Xuanzhi's way: "I have three magic talismans that can solve the fate of my little friend."

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

His eyes swept over the talisman at the booth, and he shook his head in his heart: "It's not as full of aura as my painting."

The blind old Taoist looked at Lin Xuanzhi through the two black holes, and shook his head: "Sell? You and I are destined, so what if this talisman gives you three? Choose."

"deliver?"

Lin Xuanzhi, Su Jincheng and the book stall owner were quite surprised.

The book seller was even more annoyed: "We have been neighbors for several months, and last month I gave you an erotic book by a celebrity in the previous dynasty. Why didn't you say you would give me one?"

"You and I have nothing to do with each other."

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

Lin Xuanzhi wanted to refuse, but saw that the old Taoist grabbed three magic talismans from the stall, and stuffed them into his hands without refusing.

"I don't want anything for free, there are still such fools in the world." The old Taoist muttered in a hoarse voice.

Lin Xuanzhi was holding the three talismans with rough yellow paper and clumsy strokes. He didn't know whether to hold them or return them back. After looking carefully, he found that he didn't recognize these three talismans, and he didn't dare to take them immediately. I know what ghost characters are.

"Senior, don't you know that what is free is the most expensive?"

"The juniors have never liked not to take advantage of others since they were young."

The old Taoist didn't pay attention to him, and sat back in front of the stall with his hunched back and said slowly: "Golden Light, Wuying, Wulei."

"Golden light escapes far away, invisible without shadow, five thunders defeat the enemy."

"Hua Jie said otherwise, I will give you a meeting gift today."

"After half a step, go out from Beicheng and wait behind the old locust tree five miles outside the city gate. Remember to stick the shadowless talisman and wait."

"As soon as the time comes, something will fall from the sky. Remember to stick the golden light talisman on the item as soon as you take it. You must clearly think about where you are going, and don't lose it by yourself."

Lin Xuanzhi was a little dazed, only to realize that the others didn't seem to have heard the conversation between the two of them at all.

I suddenly realized in my heart, did I meet an expert?

Fortunately, he was calm in the end, he didn't panic, nor was he excited, but his thoughts were flying around, thinking about the tricks.

In addition to pies falling from the sky, disasters may also occur!

The old Taoist turned his neck and "looked" at Lin Xuanzhi, as if he had seen through what was in his heart, his tone was a little disgusted unconsciously, he pointed at the bronze lamp helplessly and said, "Do you know what the old Taoist's lamp is called?"

"It's so special, could it be a coffin lamp?"

Lin Xuanzhi said hesitantly after careful guessing.

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

This means that the spiritual realm is in the daytime, otherwise people would believe that it came from below!
The blind old Taoist choked, and almost wanted to borrow two eyeballs from the owner of the bookstall to roll his eyes, and said angrily.

"Old Taoist, this is called the Eight Views Palace Lantern!"

"Go, you go!"

"The person that the guy who didn't care about is so unlikable!"

"Grinding and chirping, fearing the head and the tail."

"That's the only way I can get by!"

"I'm still pretending to be an old Taoist here with the taste of Xuandu."

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　Thanks to book friend Gongsun Huiqin for the reward of 666 starting point coins~

　　
　
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