Everything on the floor was filled with books, piled on top of each other, numbering at least several hundred volumes.
It's a breath of fresh air among the many stalls selling miscellaneous items.
The stall owner is a thin young casual cultivator.
Seeing Wang Chen stopping in front of his stall, he immediately gave out a big smile: "Fellow Taoist, do you read any books? I have all kinds of books here!"
What kind of books are there?
Wang Chen knelt down and asked, "Can I take a look?"
The young casual cultivator raised three fingers: "You can only read the first three pages."
Wang Chen nodded, indicating that he recognized the other party's rules.
The memory of monks is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and their photographic memory is only casual. If they are allowed to read it casually, it is impossible to sell these books.
In fact, the other party's business was extremely bleak, with no one patronizing it at all.
Most of the people who come here to go to the market are casual cultivators from outside areas and monks from low-level sects. Daily practice is already very difficult, so there is no time to relax and spend time buying books and reading.
Moreover, there is also a book club in Yunshan City, where the collection of books and classics is truly complete!
Wang Chen then took a thick book.
I saw the four characters "Nine Transformations of Yunlong" written on the cover!
Wang Chen: "..."
There is no Yunyang sect disciple who does not know about "The Nine Transformations of Yunlong".
Because this is the secret code of the Yunyang Sect, which is said to have been created by the Yunyang Patriarch and is extremely profound, profound and mysterious.
This technique directly points to the Yuanying Dao, and only the disciples of the master can obtain its true inheritance!
Such an important exercise secret book actually appeared on a street stall in the market?
etc!
Wang Chen took a closer look and immediately discovered the problem.
It's not "Nine Transformations of Yunlong", but "Nine Transformations of Yunyou"!
It's just that the word "you" is written a bit wildly, and you really can't tell it without looking carefully.
A fake with a high imitation book title!
"This book is not for sale."
The young casual cultivator had quick eyesight and quick hands. He grabbed "Yunyou Nine Transformations" and stuffed it behind his butt. He smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, what book do you want to buy? I can help you choose it."
This kind of copycat Kung Fu secret book can only fool Xiaobai. Wang Chen has a Yunyang Sect disciple nameplate hanging on his waist, which is not something he, a casual cultivator from the outside world, can offend!
The young casual cultivator looked around and said furtively: "I have colorful copies of the Nine-tailed Turtle, Youxian Cave, Mad Woman, Xinghuatian, and the Hairpin..."
"stop!"
Wang Chen's head hurt when he heard this: "I don't need your recommendation, I will choose it myself."
What are these things...
If he didn’t practice the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Zhengfa, he would have it all covered!
Wang Chen: "How much are the books you have here worth a pound?"
The young casual cultivator was confused: "Ah?"
Can this book still be sold by the pound?
Wang Chen smiled and said: "It's okay, how many pieces of Broken Spirits are there?"
In his previous life, Wang Chen actually bought a lot of stall books worth nine yuan a pound, filling a large bookcase.
The young casual cultivator scratched his head: "How about four or three broken spirits?"
He suddenly felt that Wang Chen's algorithm was very good, because books vary from thick to thin, so selling them by the pound is the most reasonable.
"Fine."
Wang Chen did not bargain with the other party.
This young monk is wretched and wretched, but some of the books he presents are quite good.
After some selection, Wang Chen selected a total of fifty books.
These books include not only the monks’ travels and experiences, but also records about monsters and evil spirits.
Wang Chen even found a notebook of Master Zi’s chats among them!
It should have been recorded and compiled by the master's descendants.
These books cannot help Wang Chen improve his strength, but they can increase his insight and knowledge.
Who knows when it will come in handy!
As for those books related to exercises and techniques, Wang Chen was not even interested in reading them.
Because almost all of the secrets of the exercises sold at street stalls are fake and incorrect copies, and there is no genuine one out of ten!
In the final settlement, he only spent one spirit and fifty broken spirits.
After paying for the book, Wang Chen stood up and prepared to leave.
The young casual cultivator suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "Fellow Taoist, I have a treasure map here..."
Wang Chenli was too lazy to pay attention to him and left on his own.
Treasure Map?
That is definitely something more deceptive than the secret manual of exercises!
It is said that some demonic cultivators like to fish with treasure maps, making hundreds of copies and distributing them, waiting for the new cultivators who think they have a chance to come over in a hurry, and then capture them, knock them to the bone, suck out the marrow, and deprive them of their souls.
This picture is probably real, pointing to a cultivation cave left behind by a certain master or even a real person.
But apart from traps, there can't be any treasures inside!
These Jianghu experiences were all told to the original owner by Wang Shaoyuan.
As for this young casual cultivator trying to sell the treasure map.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Wang Chen has blacklisted him.
He continued to walk around the market for almost half an hour and bought some things that were needed for daily life.
Then headed back home.
Going back is still a ride on the dragon scale carriage.
There was a long row of cars parked next to the driveway. When one car was full, it drove away, and the one behind it immediately took over and continued to pick up passengers.
It's very similar to the urban and rural buses in Wang Chen's previous life.
Among the passengers in the same car with him, there were many monks at the level of uncles and aunties.
They talked and laughed along the way and seemed very happy.
Everyone's face is filled with happiness and satisfaction.
Although overall this year was not satisfactory.
In the summer, a large number of spiritual fields were infested by insects, and gray-eyed bandits made the countryside uneasy.
But these disasters were all eliminated by the sect.
The second-season rice harvest in early winter was very good, and everyone can finally breathe a sigh of relief and have a prosperous New Year.
It snowed heavily in the past few days.
As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year, and next year is guaranteed to be even better.
As for whether you are happy or not, just take a look at those casual cultivators in other areas. Their lives are miserable!
Everyone clicked their tongues.
Another uncle said that his youngest son joined the land reclamation camp a few months ago.
Not only did it save the family the rent of ten acres of spiritual land, but they also came back with dividends and rewards from land reclamation two days ago, and even their cultivation level improved!
Everyone is envious and jealous.
Several aunts and wives inquired about their children's marriage prospects and promoted their daughters and nieces.
The old man smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.
His life is getting more and more promising!
Suddenly someone in the corner muttered: "I heard that the land rent will be increased next year."
The surroundings instantly became very quiet.
Regarding the rent increase next year, I don’t know who spread the news.
Recently it has spread all over the country.
Everyone couldn't believe it.
At present, most Lingzhifu and tenants pay 75% of the rent to the sect.
It is equivalent to paying 75 jins of land rent for 100 jins of spiritual grain.
The twenty-five kilograms of food rations I keep for myself are really not much.
If the rent is increased to 80% or even higher, it will be difficult for everyone to fill their stomachs with Linggu.
Although cheap tribute rice can satisfy hunger.
But if there is not enough food in the Ziluling Valley, how can there be any leftover to exchange for the resources needed for practice!
What if something happens again next year...
A shadow cast over everyone's minds, and they all lost interest in talking.
Too disappointing.
In the carriage, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of wheels running over the stone road.
