"Shut up!" The Dragon-Surrendering Arhat glared at Fu Hu and said, "If I don't have me around you in the future, you must think twice before doing things. Don't act recklessly anymore. Tianmen Mountain, don't come again in the future."

After saying that, the Dragon Subduing Arhat clasped his hands together, lowered his hands and closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha!"

Zhou Qingyun screamed and staggered, and the long sword in his hand broke free and soared into the air, turning into a sword shadow to surround the dragon-subduing Arhat. In the blink of an eye, the dragon-subduing Arhat flew across, leaving only the jade-subduing Arhat bones sitting cross-legged, and a ghost headed towards the underworld.

The golden dragon cried out with a woe, and the arhat bones turned into blood mist with a bang, and a wisp of dragon soul chased the arhat to subdue the arhat.

The Hu Luohan murmured blankly: "Senior Brother Jianglong!" Two lines of tears flowed down.

The fairy sword flew back to Zhou Qingyun's hand, and Zhou Qingyun looked at Qi Lingyun at a loss.

Qi Lingyun sighed and said, "Let him go! The revenge of the brothers and brothers has been avenged and has been changed."

Li Qingya casually untie the seal of the Aaron of the Confusing Tiger. Zhou Qingyun threw the Aaron of the Confusing Tiger out. The Aaron of the Confusing Tiger cried out with a woe, and stumbled to chase the Aaron of the Confusing Tiger at the place where the Aaron of the Confusing Tiger fell.

Qi Lingyun murmured, "Junior brother, junior sisters, I avenge you."

Zhou Qingyun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The three of them flew towards the market below. Sun Wukong was hiding in the gap in the space, scratching his head, and then disappearing without a trace.

In a palace garden in the heavenly court, Wenqu Xingjun and Wuqu Xingjun are playing chess.

Wu Qu Xingjun said: "The Dragon Subduing Arhat is dead!"

Wenqu Xingjun nodded and said, "I know!"

"You have also sent someone to assassinate Zhang Mingxuan, be careful."

Wenqu Xingjun sneered and said, "It's just an abandoned son, used to test Zhang Mingxuan's reality and no one can find me."

Wu Qu Xingjun put down his son and said, "They all think so, but they are all dead."

Wenqu Xingjun said proudly: "I am different, I am Wenqu Xingjun in Heaven."

In the following time, with the fall of the Dragon-Surrendering Arhat, Tianmen Mountain Market became completely stable, and there was no more chaos, and it was a little calmer than before.

Three months later, an old ox pulled a ox cart and came to the entrance of Tianmen Mountain Market. The demons passing by looked at the cart curiously, and then flocked into the market with a smile.

The ox cart was parked on the side of the road. Confucius lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked out, looked at the market, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a person who can write the wonderful book "The Most Saint of Confucianism and Taoism". He has a sense of education in his heart. It is rare! It is rare!"

Confucius jumped out of the carriage, patted the old yellow cow and said, "You wait here first, I'll go in and take a look."

The old ox mooed.

Confucius carried his hands on his back and walked into the market with a smile, looking around with his eyes.

Passing through the market gate is like entering another world, with tall buildings standing in a row, neat streets coming and going in an orderly manner, and the bustling hawking sounds are heard.

Confucius walked around curiously for a while, stopped in front of each stall for a few glances, reached out to pick up the goods on the stall and looked at it for a few times. The things here are all rare treasures in the secular world.

A Taoist priest with a sword on his back came over, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "This fellow Taoist has invited you."

Confucius, who was looking at the perfume lipstick, looked up at him and said with a smile: "I am not a Taoist priest."

The Taoist priest laughed and said, "I am asking for the Taoist priest. Is it the first time that the Taoist fellow came?"

Confucius nodded, looked at the Taoist priest and smiled: "That's right!"

The Taoist priest laughed and said, "I guess it's the first time you've left! It's rare to see a human race, I'll take you around."

The Taoist priest was familiar with the wrist of Confucius and walked forward with great interest.

Confucius did not break free and said with a smile: "You think it is rare to see a human race?"

The Taoist priest sighed and said, "That's not it! Look at the surroundings, there are monsters."

Confucius glanced at it and found that it was true. Most of them came and went, were mountain spirits and wild monsters.

The Taoist priest sighed and said, "There are few human races in this market! Only when we hug each other in groups can we avoid being bullied."

Confucius raised his eyebrows and said, "Can the human race be bullied in the market?"

The Taoist smirked and said, "That's not the case. The gods treat everyone equally. And with the Black Bear King in charge, no one dares to cause trouble in the market. But there will always be some small friction during the process of getting along. If we don't hold on to each other, we won't even have a helper at that time."

After saying that, the Taoist priest subconsciously touched his mouth, and there was a tooth missing, which was the damn pig demon.

When I first bought a real estate in the market, I was very energetic and thought I should be friendly to my neighbors, so I invited my neighbors to dinner. Didn’t it just treat him to a pork waist? As for getting angry?

Because I had too few friends, I was drunk by a nest of pigs when I was fighting for alcohol to resolve conflicts with the pig demon, and my big teeth were dropped. From now on, the Taoist priest decided to make more friends and practice more alcohol.

What a person Confucius is? He can tell at a glance that the Taoist priest has not finished his words, but he has not delved into it and plans to go and see it by himself.

Confucius smiled and said, "I'll trouble fellow Taoists like this."

The Taoist priest laughed and said, "No trouble, no trouble. By the way, I call him Songjun, I don't know what my friend calls him?"

Confucius smiled and said, "Just call me Master."

The Taoist priest looked at Confucius in silence and said, "I didn't expect you to be a Confucian monk."

"Why don't it look like it?"

"I have seen some Confucian monks, wearing Confucian robes, jade pendants, and gentleman's swords hanging on their waists, so they feel a sense of righteousness. You? It doesn't look like it! It's too ordinary."

"Not every Confucian scholar needs to wear a Confucian robe and hold a gentleman's sword. I am better than them."

"Come on! Mr. Jingde teaches outside the market. He often comes to the market to play. I have seen him many times. He also wears a Confucian robe and a jade pendant hanging on his waist. It makes people admire him at first glance. Are you even more powerful than him?"

"Master, I'll tell you! You must be honest and not be able to practice. It's not embarrassing to be honest. There is no need to boast about it, are you right?"

"Yeah! I've been taught."

"Haha~ You can teach me! Come on! I believe you will be able to practice successfully. Look, we are here in the Strange Things Street."

Confucius followed Songjun to the Qiwu Street, looked at the shops on both sides of the street, and said, "What is this Qiwu Street?"

Song Jun said proudly: "The Strange Street is the characteristic of our market here. It contains thousands of strange things. Many shop owners don't know about it. Some are the inheritance of genius treasures and Taoism, and some are just some strange ordinary things. Whatever you buy depends on your eyes and luck. I once spent 10,000 coins here to buy a sealed jade slip. It actually has a magic inheritance, and it makes a lot of money."

"Will anyone with superb cultivation be able to wipe out your good things on the Strange Things Street?"

Song Jun smiled and said, "That's also the ability of others. We have nothing to complain about, but ordinary masters don't look down on the little things here, and they won't offend the gods because of these little things."

Confucius nodded with a smile. No one would offend Zhang Mingxuan, the great god because of this little benefit. If he really had something he liked, he would just buy it, but sweeping things would be provocation.

The Taoist priest laughed and said, "Teacher, what do you like?"

Confucius said, "Look!"
Chapter completed!