A rather handsome young man, dressed in Baiyunmen's standard robe, walked slowly along the path between the stalls casually.
Not long after.
Cheng Buzheng noticed a stall out of the corner of his eye.
In front, not far away, a middle-aged man in green clothes was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating.
There was a wooden sign on the small stall, which read, "Selling refined iron, copper, clear spiritual water, spiritual grain..."
Cheng Buzheng was moved in his heart. He walked slowly across several stalls and came to this stall. He asked casually,
"Huangya Linggu, how many spiritual stones are there in one bucket?"
The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes and glanced at Cheng Bu Zhengdao,
"Huangya Linggu, ten spiritual stones for a fight." He looked at Cheng Buzheng with a smile.
Cheng Bu Zheng frowned and spoke slowly.
"Fellow Taoist, did you say the price wrong? Eight spiritual stones per bucket, see if you can sell it!"
The middle-aged man in green clothes quickly shook his head and said,
"On the street stalls, there is no lower price than mine."
When the middle-aged man in green saw the young man in front of him, who was wearing the clothes of an outside disciple of Baiyun Sect and who was in the early stages of Qi training, he knew that this young man must be the group of monks who joined Baiyun Sect more than two years ago.
Seeing the middle-aged monk's appearance, Cheng Buzheng was too lazy to say any more.
If you treat others as fools, you are the real fool!
Cheng Buzheng said nothing, raised his feet and walked forward.
"My friend, is the price negotiable? How about nine yuan?" The middle-aged man in Qingyi saw that Cheng Buzheng had really left and shouted hurriedly.
After Cheng Buzheng heard this, he still didn't stop.
"Eight pieces, just eight spiritual stones."
Hear the words.
Stopping, Cheng Buzheng turned around, came to the middle-aged monk in Qingyi again, and said coldly.
"If you confirm eight spiritual stones, I will buy a bucket."
The middle-aged monk in green clothes looked like he had suffered a big loss and said.
"Little friend, you are my first order today...otherwise, I would not sell it anyway."
Cheng Buzheng watched quietly while the middle-aged man in Qingyi talked to himself.
He thought to himself, "Those unscrupulous merchants in the past life, when they opened their mouths... they either broke the bones and sold them... otherwise, they just jumped at the price... You are still too young."
When they met the middle-aged man in Qingyi, Cheng Buzheng didn't say a word and just looked at him quietly. Then his voice gradually became softer, his face became embarrassed, and finally he stopped talking.
After the transaction was completed, Cheng Buzheng continued shopping in the street stall area.
The middle-aged monk in green clothes looked at Cheng Buzheng's retreating figure and thought to himself.
"What a talented person~ Such a vicious and sophisticated character! It's incredible... I had a bit of grace back then..."
Cheng Buzheng continued to browse the street stalls with brisk steps, but at this time, there were only three spiritual stones in the storage bag and could no longer be used. He could only experience the prosperous scene of Baiyun City.
It took half an hour to walk around the entire street stall area.
Cheng Buzheng was walking back when he suddenly heard a middle-aged man and a young monk walking towards him, talking to each other.
"Second brother, are you participating in the selection of Baiyun Sect's handyman disciples?" The middle-aged man turned his head and said to the young monk beside him.
"Hey... I thought about it, but it's really too dangerous!" the young monk lowered his head and said with some frustration.
"Five Spiritual Roots, there is no chance to join Baiyun Sect?... Now, there is a God-given opportunity, don't you want to try it?"
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As the two monks gradually walked away, Cheng Buzheng could no longer hear their conversation.
However, he found that many monks were heading north.
Cheng Buzheng was slightly startled. He followed the crowd and walked slowly to the north. He also heard the chatter of many monks.
"The selection of handymen, once every twelve years, will begin tomorrow!"
"Yes!... For the sake of that illusory path to immortality, how many monks were crushed to pieces by that flesh and blood mill, and their bones were left behind."
"For one pill, Foundation Building Pill..."
"This is also the greatest hope for us casual cultivators to join a sect and obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill!"
"I wonder...whether the number of people selected by Baiyun Sect this year is the same as twelve years ago!"
"It should be the same!...But we have no hope!"
"In the Jin Kingdom, the candidates selected by any of the three sects are all late-stage Qi-training monks with extremely amazing combat capabilities."
"I won't participate. There's almost no life left if you go in... What about you!"
"Come to participate in the selection of the Baiyun Sect's handyman disciples... Basically they are all casual cultivators at the peak of Qi training, so I won't join in the fun!"
"Many Qi-training Dzogchen monks and monks who come to participate in the selection are all for a foundation-building pill.
Now there is only one Foundation Establishment Pill left to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm. Can you give up this opportunity?
······After all, if you obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill and fail when attacking the Foundation Establishment Realm, you can at least save your life, otherwise, you will only die!"
"As long as you get enough elixir inside, you can exchange it for a foundation-building pill when you come out. After you advance to the foundation-building stage, you can directly become an inner disciple of Baiyun Sect.
Even if you are lucky, you can worship under the Golden Core Stage monk of Baiyun Sect... That is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step!"
"I want this life too!"
"I heard that the Beicang Sect has already selected the candidates for the handyman disciples in Beicang City. I wonder if this is true?"
"I've also heard that, it's true. Now in the Jin Kingdom, there are only Baiyun Sect and Qingmu Sect, and they haven't selected the handyman disciples yet?"
"Now that Baiyun City has started, the Qingmu Sect will probably be here soon!"
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Cheng Buzheng quietly followed the movement of the monks and learned the general story of the matter, which was all for the sake of the 'Seed Trial' in the near future.
otherwise.
The sect will not select handyman disciples at this time, and they are all casual cultivators in the late stage of Qi training with astonishing combat power.
The so-called "three out of ten" is probably a better way of saying it. Cheng Buzheng guessed that the chance of survival would be even lower.
It can be seen how fierce the battle inside is. I am afraid that whenever you encounter one, it will be a life-or-death situation.
Cheng Buzheng was guessing in his mind.
Not long after.
Cheng Buzheng followed the crowd to the square to the north and saw Wu Yangyang's heads all around.
In the center of the square, there is an uncle wearing a black robe from the sect. This person is Master Ding, followed by several late-stage Qi-training brothers wearing gray robes from the sect.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng murmured in his heart.
"Master Uncle Ding is truly a representative figure in the sect as a model worker. Two years ago, he was in charge of recruiting disciples. Today, it is he who is in charge of recruiting disciples who are responsible for charging into battle..."