Tu Shanjun never counted how many spiritual stones he had, so he threw them all into the holding talisman.
It usually consumes very little. For other monks, spirit stones are a necessity, but Tushanjun simply uses them as currency.
In comparison, the Yinhun Dan not only helps Banner Master improve his cultivation.
The biggest function is to repair the body of the Yin Shen within the banner.
This is what Tushanjun likes the most.
Otherwise, once his physical body as a golden elixir master is gone, it will take who knows how many years to be reassembled.
Juefa opened the talisman handed to him by Tu Shanjun, only to find that there were many spiritual stones piled up into small hills inside. His consciousness swept over them, and there were about tens of thousands of them.
The divisions are very regular, with clear edges and corners, and each one is a standard size in the practice world.
Juefa's eyes were a little cloudy, and the greed in his eyes flashed past, but no more movements were seen, only the lips hidden under the mask moved slightly.
Then, the eyes became clearer and brighter, until finally there was no longer any shadow.
"It made senior laugh."
I don't know if Juefa is talking about the embarrassment of the shortage of spiritual stones in his hand, or the filth that just covered his face with greed.
"Isn't the monk quiet and inactive?"
"There are more than a million thoughts in a moment, and desires arise when the heart is excited. Although a young monk has some Taoism in his body, he is still an ordinary person, practicing in the mortal world with all sentient beings in Jambudvipa for many kalpas."
"Furthermore, my predecessors were wrong. Peace and inaction are the true words of Taoism. Buddhism teaches the emptiness of dependent origination."
Tu Shanjun was too lazy to argue with Juefa. Regardless of whether he was quiet and inactive or had an emptiness of dependent origination, the last word was the one who could become an immortal.
But Tushan Jun is always pragmatic.
It is useless to say that flowers come to him because he cannot become an immortal.
Juefa used the talisman to seal the jade box of the Thousand-year-old Epiphyllum, put it into the holding talisman, stood up and left again.
The ghost market is said to be a street market, but more like a small town gathered together.
The buildings on both sides are lined up in rows, tall and short, orderly but crowded.
There are a pair of hanging lamps every few steps, illuminating the long and narrow alley.
At the entrance of the alley, there are many vendors squatting in the corner, hawking along the street.
On both sides of the bluestone slab, there are various shops, medicine shops, paper shops, coffin shops... restaurants, restaurants, casinos and opium dens, Goulan tile houses, it is really a ghost to forget the romance.
Of course, there are more sane demons and ghosts setting up stalls.
Moreover, most of these ghosts do not hide their figures and just walk around the ghost market in such a bold manner, not caring about their true appearance being known to others.
After all, they are all acquaintances, and they have been together for a long time, so no one knows who is who.
After walking around, Juefa helped Tushanjun find some rare elixirs.
They even met ordinary monks in this ghost market.
There are many evil ways of the left and right.
These monks use masks and black robes to cover themselves, not wanting others to know where they are.
It's a pity that Juefa is too timid to take action, otherwise Tushanjun will surely overthrow the entire ghost market.
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Halfway through the journey, Juefa couldn't help but stop.
Looking at the stall owner again, although the mist was rising, it could not cover his green eyes.
Seeing Monk Juefa stopping, the man couldn't help but look up.
The green light in his eyes changed, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Fellow Taoist, you are very unfamiliar, what are you interested in?"
The stalls display nothing more than broken magic weapons, broken wine cups, and some bones. There are also some talismans used by monks, but they are different from the common yellow paper. These papers are light gray with spells drawn on them.
Following Juefa's gaze, he saw four white-bone bodhisattvas, but they were different from the white bones in his hands.
These four white bones are more rounded, like white jade.
"How much are these four bones worth?" Jue Fa asked blankly.
The ghost's eyes flickered, and he stretched out five fingers that looked like dead tree roots: "Five hundred spirit stones, no two prices."
"Okay." Juefa nodded and was about to take out the spirit stone.
Just listen to the green-eyed ghost speak quickly: "Hey, no, no, it's a thousand spirit stones. I got the price wrong."
"That's fine."
The monk did not refute and took out five hundred spirit stones again.
"I'm really sorry, it should be two thousand spirit stones."
Until the price rose to two thousand, Juefa put away the spirit stone, shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave.
"Two thousand, never a second price. Fellow Taoist can take away these two pairs of bones with the spiritual stone." Seeing that Juefa was about to leave, the green-eyed ghost shouted quickly.
Five hundred spirit stones are already asking for a sky-high price, and they dare to increase the price.
I don't know if this ghost is crazy because of poverty, or if he really understands the identity of the Buddha, so he feels that the monk is determined to get this thing.
It's a pity that I don't have that many spiritual stones in my magic bag.
"Juehfa, I will lend you the spiritual stone."
Juefa did not answer the question, but sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, this young monk must have no connection with this thing, otherwise he shouldn't have encountered it at this time."
"That fellow Taoist sold it for one thousand and fifty."
Juefa, who had already taken a few steps, turned back and silently took out the spirit stone.
This time the green-eyed ghost finally stopped raising the price, but his swollen and rolling eyes showed no good intentions.
Juefa ignored the other party, took out the Bone Bodhi and put it in his hand, wiped it with his robe, and then put it away in his sleeve robe.
Regarding this trip, Tushanjun did not say much.
The further he walked into the ghost market, the more he felt that something was attracting him. Tu Shanjun thought it was some necessary material for recasting the soul flag, and after careful investigation, he could not find the reason.
Instead, you can urge Juefa to find out.
The sky above the ghost market is filled with gray fog.
There is a huge temple-like thing at the end of the long street decorated with lights and colorful decorations.
The pavilion looks like a large temple.
It's just that the gatekeepers are ghost servants wearing coarse shorts.
Jue Fa was also strange, so he came over after hearing Tu Shanjun said he wanted to come over and have a look.
After passing the gate, you enter the temple hall.
Golden pillars stand on both sides to support the building, bluestone bricks pave the floor, and murals stretch to form a system.
Different from those enshrined in ordinary temples and Taoist temples, there is a black-faced ghost king wearing colorful robes entrenched on the rosette in front of him, with ghost horns rising from his forehead, holding magic spells in his ghost hands, and staring ahead with scarlet ghost eyes.
The level of carving is really impressive and lifelike.
Even if it is a fake stone statue, it seems to possess extraordinary power.
In front of the futon, there was a kid worshiping, and then he handed over ten coins to get a stick of incense from the temple blessing, lit it, and placed it in front of a huge copper stove that was tall enough for a person.
If an ordinary monk saw what he saw in front of him, he would probably break his precepts and curse others.
Instead of worshiping Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, temples worship demons.
"When you enter a temple to pay homage, you naturally need money for sesame oil."
"I wonder how much it costs?"
"Ten articles can be worth one stick of incense."
Facing the temple Zhu who looked like a human but was extremely ugly, Jue Fa had a very strange feeling.
Tu Shanjun inside the banner was already laughing so hard.
The dignified monks of Baigu Temple were charged money for sesame oil when they entered the temple. This is really the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Laughter is a smile, business cannot be delayed. Tu Shanjun mobilized the power of Juefa, with a faint divine light in his eyes.
Juefa's expression changed and he quickly said: "Senior, don't do anything."
The monk was so cowardly that he was so frightened just by using his magic power. Of course, Tushanjun really didn't want to do anything. Instead, he used his magic eyes to see what attracted him in the temple, and finally focused on the tall evil ghost statue.
No matter how weird he is, there is nothing he can do to hide from his eyes.
This evil ghost stone statue is not a simple thing. It contains a small fragment, which seems to be the same kind of thing as the imperial seal of Huaifeng City in his sea of consciousness.
Because of the integration of the fragments, this tall evil ghost sculpture has been turned into a container that holds the power of incense and wishes.
However, most of the people who offer incense and worship are demons and ghosts, so the power of these incense is also contaminated with filth.
There is nothing wrong with Tu Shanjun.
The Zunhun Banner absorbs evil spirits. Everything in this world contains evil spirits, Yin evil, blood evil, calamity evil... Even the authentic magic power of Xuanmen also carries Dharma evil, not to mention that the evil of incense and fire is just the right match.
However, Tushanjun did not take action to collect the power of these incense.
Causing trouble carelessly can easily bring unnecessary disaster to the banner owner, so it is not worth taking the risk.
If you can build such a large temple and allow the little ghosts under your control to come and worship, you must have a good cultivation level.
No matter how strong Tushanjun is, he can't do it without magic support.
However, the Awakening Master is only in the early stage of foundation building. If he really comes face to face with the golden elixir, Tushanjun will be able to protect him for a while but not for the rest of his life.
Without the money for the sesame oil, Juefa was kicked out by the temple priest.
Before leaving, he cursed and said: "Poor guy."
…
As the sky became brighter, the ghost market dispersed and disappeared into the mist.
Tu Shanjun picked a foundation-building Yin Shen and walked out of the soul flag.
"senior?"
Ji Zhu Yin Shen said: "You wait here for a while, I will go do something."
After saying that, the black mist turned into light and disappeared.
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"Hey, now that I'm rich, I never thought that those broken bones could still be sold at a high price."
"Today I had good luck, and I finally encountered someone who was taken advantage of."
"I wonder if they succeeded?"
The green-eyed ghost who was walking towards the river stopped immediately and felt a strong wind blowing behind him, and then his body was like a tattered sack being blown out of control by the strong wind.
All I heard was scolding in my ears: "You are so fat and courageous. You are blackmailing others and it is my fault."
With a bang, the fog around him was crushed by a punch.
Even with that ugly face, he opened a dyeing workshop.
"error……"
Another punch and his head shriveled up completely.
Seeing that the body was dying, the ghost immediately ran away and wanted to jump into the wide river not far away.
His body is a simulation of condensed evil spirits, and his true body is hidden inside. It doesn't matter if he loses his physical body.
"Want to leave?"
The ghost's hand suddenly opened and he held it in his hand.
Then the light flashed and turned into black mist and disappeared.
Come back after finishing your work.
The Foundation-Building Yin Shen, together with the Drowned Ghost who practiced Qi Perfection in his hand, had no time to return to the soul flag.
It's not a good time to enter the market.
It turned out that the monk Juefa was surrounded by several ghosts, including a leftist monk who practiced evil.
Juefa asked: "Amitabha, why are you blocking the path of this young monk?"
Could it be that the ghosts he saved had these relatives, so they came to take revenge?
"I never thought I was a monk."
"Monk, keep the things you bought in the ghost market and hand over all the spirit stones. We might let you live."
"Otherwise this will be your burial place."
Jue Fa said calmly: "That's it."
"Since all the donors have been blinded by greed, I have no choice but to help you wake up."
This chapter has been completed!