Tushanjun never counted how many spirit stones he had, and threw them into the object-taking talisman.

The amount consumed is small, and spirit stones are a necessity for other monks, while Tushanjun simply uses them as currency.

In comparison, in addition to helping the Banner Lord improve his cultivation.

The biggest function is to repair the body of the Yin God in the banner.

This is what Tushan Jun likes the most.

Otherwise, once his current body of the Golden Elixir Master is gone, it will take many years to recondensate it.

Juefa opened the talisman that Tushan Jun handed over to him, and found that the spirit stones piled up into small hills inside, and their spiritual sense swept over, about tens of thousands.

The segmentation is very regular and has clear edges and corners, and each one is the standard size of the world of practice.

Juefa's eyes were a little more turbid, and the greed in his eyes flashed by, but there was no more movement, leaving only the lips hidden under the mask slightly moving.

Then, my eyes became clearer and clearer until I saw no darkness at the end.

"Make the senior laugh."

I don’t know if Juefa is talking about the embarrassment of the shortage of spirit stones in his hands or the filth that was covered by greed just now.

"Aren't the monk clear and quiet and inaction?"

"There is more than a million thoughts in a moment. When the heart is moved, the desire arises. Although the little monk has some Taoism, he is still an ordinary person after all, and he has been practicing in the world with all living beings in the world for generations."

"And my seniors are wrong. Pure and quiet and inaction are the truth of Taoism, and Buddhism talks about dependent origination and emptiness of nature."

Tushanjun is too lazy to argue with the Dharma of Awareness. No matter whether he is quiet and inaction or incompetent, the principle is to become an immortal.

And Tushanjun is a pragmatism.

It is useless to say that the reason why you cannot become an immortal is to say that flowers are useless to him.

Juefa sealed the jade box of the thousand-year-old Epiphyllum with a spiritual talisman, put it in the object talisman and stood up and left.

The ghost market is said to be a street market, but it is more like a gathering town.

The buildings on both sides are lined up one after another, with an orderly height and a crowded appearance.

The hanging eternal lights are paired every few steps, illuminating the narrow alleys.

There are many vendors squatting in the corner of the alley at the entrance of the alley, and they are selling along the street.

On both sides of the bluestone slab are various residences, medicine shops, paper shops, coffin shops..., restaurants, casinos, tobacco shops, and tile houses. They are really a ghost and never forget to be romantic.

Of course, there are more people who are sober and silly demons and monsters setting up stalls.

Moreover, most of these ghosts did not hide their bodies, and just swayed around the ghost market, and they didn't care about their true appearance being known.

After all, they are all familiar people. After years of occupancy, who doesn’t know who?

After walking around, Juefa helped Tushanjun to find a few rare spiritual medicines.

They even met ordinary monks in this ghost market.

There are even more demonic paths.

These monks used masks and black robes to cover themselves, not wanting others to know their own feet.

It’s a pity that I feel timid and dare not take action, otherwise Mr. Tushan would have followed the flow and overturned the entire ghost market.

...

Halfway through the journey, I realized that the Dharma couldn't help but stop.

Looking at the stall owner again, although there was fog rising, it could not cover up the green eyes.

Seeing the monk Juefa staying, the man couldn't help but look up.

The green light in his eyes changed, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Fellow Daoist is very impressed, I don't know what I'm interested in?"

The stalls are nothing more than incomplete magic tools, broken wine cups, and some are thick and white bones. Some monks use talismans, but they are different from the common yellow paper. These papers are light gray with magic patterns on them.

Following the gaze of the Dharma, the goal was to see four white bones, Bodhi, which was different from the white bones in his hands.

These four white bones are more round, especially white jade.

"How much does these four white bones cost?" Juefa asked in a daze.

The ghost's eyes dripped and five fingers that looked like dead tree roots: "Five hundred spirit stones are not divalent."

"Okay." Juefa nodded and was about to take out the spirit stone.

I heard the green-eyed ghost speak quickly: "Oh, no, it's a thousand spirit stones, I saw the price wrong."

“Okay.”

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 and shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Two thousand, no two price. Fellow Daoist can take these two pairs of white bones with spirit stones." As he saw that the green-eyed ghost was about to leave, he shouted quickly.

Five hundred spirit stones are already asking for a huge price, and you still dare to increase them.

I don’t know if this ghost is crazy or if he really understands the identity of Awakening, but I feel that the monk will be determined to win this thing.

Unfortunately, I felt that the money was short of my pocket and there were not so many spirit stones.

"I lent you the spiritual stone bento for you."

Juefa did not take over the conversation, but sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, it should be that the little monk has no chance of this thing, otherwise he should not have encountered it at this time."

"That fellow Taoist, I sold it in one thousand five."

After walking several steps, I turned my body and returned, and silently took out the spirit stone.

This time, the green-eyed ghost finally stopped increasing the price, but the rolling eyes were not so good at seeing it.

Juefa ignored the other party, took out the bones and Bodhi in his hand, wiped it with his robe before putting it in his sleeves.

Tushanjun did not talk much about this trip.

The more I walked into the ghost market, the more I felt something attracting him. Tushanjun thought it was the necessary materials for the soul-casting banner, but after careful investigation, he could not find the reason.

It can be urged to find out the truth.

The sky above the ghost market is covered with gray fog.

At the end of the long street with lanterns and colorful decorations, there was a huge thing that looked like a temple.

The pavilion is made of a view, shaped like a large temple.

But the gatekeeper was a demon servile dressed in a short cloth suit.

I realized that the Dharma was strange, so I heard that Tushanjun said he wanted to come and take a look, so I came over.

After passing the gate, I stepped into the temple hall.

Golden pillars on both sides stand to support the building, bluestone bricks pave the floor, and murals stretch out to form a system.

Unlike the worshipped temples in ordinary temples, there is a black-faced ghost king wearing a colorful robe on the rose seat in front of him. His forehead is full of ghost horns, his ghost hands are pinching the magic tricks, and his scarlet ghost eyes are staring ahead.

The level of withering is indeed amazing and lifelike.

Even the fake stone statue seems to have extraordinary power.

In front of the cushion, there was a little ghost visiting, and then handed over a ten-month money to get a stick of incense from the temple Zhu, lit it and placed it in front of him that was a huge copper stove that was enough to be one person tall.

If an ordinary monk saw what he saw, he would probably break the precepts and curse people.

The temple does not worship Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, but rather worships demons.

"If you go to the temple to worship, you will naturally have to pay for indulgence and oil."

"I don't know how much?"

"Ten folks can sing a stick of incense."

Facing the temple prayer who looks like a human but is ugly, I feel a very strange feeling.

Tushanjun inside the banner was already smiling so hard that he leaned back and forth.

When a monk from the White Bone Temple came into the temple, he was charged for incense and oil. This is really a big deal.

No matter how much you smile, you can't delay your business. Tushan Jun transferred the magic power of the Dharma, and his eyes were filled with divine light.

Juefa's expression changed and he hurriedly said, "Senior, don't do it."

The monk was so timid that he was so scared that he just pulled his magic power. Of course, Tushanjun did not want to do it, but used his magic eyes to check his attraction to him in the temple, and finally focused on the tall statue of the evil ghost.

No matter how strange he is, he will have nowhere to hide under his Dharma.

This evil ghost stone is not a simple thing, it contains a small piece of fragments, and it seems to be the same as the Huaifeng City Imperial Seal in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Because of the integration of fragments, this tall evil ghost has been shaped into a container for the power of incense and wishes.

However, most of the incense worshipers are demons and monsters, so these incense powers are also contaminated with filth.

There is nothing wrong with Tushanjun.
To be continued...