Ren Qing came to the phantom of Master Dameng and said, "Senior Dameng, do you have any materials for forging?"
When Dameng Zhenren raised his hand, the store changed again, with various ores placed on the counter.
There are jade and mercury-like substances among them, but there are less seemingly ordinary iron ores.
Ren Qing looked happy and quickly touched a gold and red stone.
【Fifty-three Dou】
[The Taotie Method: It is engraved on the stomach of the strange beast Taotie and obtained by the Taoist Taoist Master of Wine and Meat. To practice this method, you need to eat a lot until the stomach expands to more than six times, then you can practice it. 】
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an ore formed by the Taotie method. It should be related to the food people, maybe it was excavated from the mountain spirit.
But the price is a bit expensive. Only five stones can buy a fist-sized ore, and it will cost at least a hundred stones to forge the entire weapon.
Ren Qing quickly checked the rest of the materials and found that they generally cost about one stone, and some expensive ones even cost more than ten stones.
He realized that the output of ore may not be high, and the demand for jailers was relatively high, so the price was somewhat artificially high.
Of course, there are cheap materials, which are refined from ordinary iron ore, but they can't meet Ren Qing's requirements at all, and the forged magic weapon is better than the Damiao Dao.
Ren Qing pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, planning to find an opportunity to ask Song Zongwu, but suddenly a thought came to his mind.
Why bother with ores? It is actually more suitable to directly choose those unpopular materials.
"Senior Dameng, spine."
Suddenly, there was a difference on the counter.
The spines of beasts or monks are arranged neatly, and some are even dripping with blood. It is unknown who they came from.
In Ren Qing's thoughts.
The natal magic weapon should be similar to a chain, which can cooperate with the prison in the belly.
In a sense, chains and spines are indeed not that different.
Ren Qing carefully selected the spines, trying to find ones with a higher degree of alienation, which in disguise showed that the original jailer had a higher level of cultivation.
And it cannot be damaged at all, so as not to affect the quality of the natal magic weapon.
Not to mention that there was actually a discovery.
[Dragon Snake Spine: Created by Taoist Dragon Snake. During cultivation, the spine needs to be pulled out from the body and then implanted into the body of the strange beast Dragon Snake. It cannot be completed until it is retrieved in three years. 】
The bones of the Dragon Snake Spine are silvery white in color, and the overall shape is relatively slender, somewhat similar to those of snakes. It has obviously been placed in the Dameng Pavilion for a long time.
The rest of the spine is somewhat less interesting, or completely inconsistent with the chain.
Dragon Snake Spine only requires ten stone blood crystals, but it is indeed very suitable for those with backbones.
It's a pity that his blood crystals are not enough to buy it.
"We have to find a way to make money."
Ren Qing touched his chin and asked tentatively: "Senior Dameng, how do we collect the materials?"
After Master Dameng heard this, the light and shadow became even more distorted, as if he was examining Ren Qing.
"Three feet of human skin...seven buckets..."
"One liter of beast blood...two buckets..."
Ren Qing couldn't help but sigh, even if he sold all of himself, he still wouldn't be able to get enough blood crystals, so he had no choice but to give up.
He immediately gave up and simply spent six dou of blood crystals to buy twenty stone eyes, which reduced his salary to fifteen dou by nearly half.
Ren Qing sighed again.
The ghost market only lasts for twelve hours, and there is only one opportunity to enter and exit, otherwise it should not be difficult to borrow ten stone blood crystals from Song Zongwu.
As for Huang Ziwan, forget it, the relationship between the two is not that good yet, and making demands will easily make the other person angry.
Ren Qing was just about to leave the shop when suddenly the voice of Dameng Zhenren came, which was mixed with a bit of laziness, as if he had just woken up from a long sleep.
"One pupil...a hundred stones..."
Ren Qing was stunned for a moment, why would Master Dameng be so interested in the double pupil? To be honest, the blind man cannot reach the half-corpse state.
Could it be related to twin nightmares?
He has always had speculations about the ghost messenger ability of those with double eyes.
It is rumored that the nightmare is an evil ghost in the dream. The twin nightmares may be involved in the dream, so they attracted the attention of the real dreamer.
Ren Qing wanted to agree, but the problem was that people with double pupils were different from people with hundreds of eyes. If their eyes were gouged, they would not be able to regenerate.
Dameng Zhenren said lightly: "Spells... ten stones..."
Ren Qing had a complicated expression after hearing this.
The price of ten stones is too high. Why do you think you want to recover the blood crystal through the dragon and snake spine?
However, he had no reason to refuse. I am afraid that many monks in Sanxiang City have no purpose.
Ren Qing took the book out of Yi's mouth. The book disappeared in an instant, and the dragon and snake spine were immediately placed in front of him.
Good guy, you won’t even let me handle the blood crystal?
Ren Qingsheng was afraid that Master Dameng would regret it, so he quickly put away the dragon and snake spine.
It's good now. You can be promoted to Spine Master when you return to the Fireworks Hall.
"Senior Dameng, the person with double pupils is..."
Just as Ren Qing was about to open his mouth to explain, in the blink of an eye he had left the Dameng Pavilion and returned to the streets of the ghost market where crowds of people were coming and going.
"How can a little person like me get into the eyes of Da Meng Zhenren?"
He smiled and didn't leave in a hurry, but just wandered around.
Ren Qing found that the shops in the ghost market were not much different from those in Sanxiang City, but only the Dameng Pavilion and the wine shop had the most jailers.
More than a dozen jailers were all very drunk, and Huang Ziwan was among them, half-lying and snoring while holding a wine jar.
Ren Qing came to Huang Ziwan, who immediately opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Huang Ziwan relaxed. He handed over the wine jar and said, "Brother Ren, let's have a drink."
Ren Qing was confused. In fact, it was difficult to get drunk after being promoted to the Half-Zombie Realm, let alone the Ghost Envoy Realm.
Why is alcohol in the ghost market an exception?
And looking at the jailers around him, he could still keep his mind clear.
He tried to take a sip, and suddenly felt that his consciousness fell into a trance.
When Ren Qing resisted a little, the drunkenness dissipated in an instant, lasting only a few minutes and leaving endless aftertaste.
"What's the name of this wine?"
"Drunk to death."
"Forget it, just give it back to me. You're wasting it by drinking. It's boring to wake up too quickly."
Huang Ziwan grabbed the wine jar and drank several sips, then fell into drunkenness again.
Ren Qing subconsciously summoned the information flow and immediately discovered something strange. His lifespan had actually decreased insignificantly.
It means that when you are drunk, your longevity will be taken away by Dameng Zhenren.
"Dream Butterfly Method..."
Ren Qing murmured to himself, if there is such a technique hidden in the Prison Hall, then he must find a way to master it in order to prolong his life.
It’s just that Dameng Zhenren’s life extension is really free of charge.
Or is it that he is approaching his longevity, so that he puts all his hopes of being promoted to the Yang God Realm on his twin nightmares?
Ren Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head. The lifespan of a Yin Chai monk who is about to run out might even be longer than his thirty-nine years.
Why care about this.
Ren Qing walked into the wine shop and saw an illusory figure on the counter.
After checking the price of the drinks, he was immediately shocked. Zui Sheng Meng Sheng wanted a stone of blood crystal, which was simply ridiculously expensive.
Ren Qing soon felt relieved. There were many monks in the jail who were driven crazy by magic. It would be great if they could stay drunk for a moment without worries.