Chen Yang cursed a few words and could only turn around and walk towards Fangshi.
You can't use the bone whistle that calls Yin He back to the mountain to control Yin He and beat him up.
He doesn't have such a small belly and chicken intestines, why should he care about it with a beast?
The market in front of him was Chen Yang's goal.
The gate of Fangshi is just around the corner.
It is a tall pillar, with stone lions clamped on both sides to resist wind and vibration.
There is a sign hanging across several pillars, which reads:
Teng Shefang!
The names of various markets are decided by the actual controllers. In fact, as long as order can be maintained, any monk is qualified to establish his own market.
The problem is, how difficult it is to maintain order.
The owner of the market here was built by a descendant of a supreme elder from the Yin Mo Sect.
With the support of the Supreme Elder and his disciples and disciples, Tengshefang City has become peaceful.
The Black Demon Mountain is right next to it, and the Yin Demon Sect is overlooking it.
No matter how senior Daxiu is, he would not dare to cause trouble here.
With this premise, Tengshefang City exists.
Otherwise, no matter how many times in three days, this demon or that monster has passed the Tooth Festival and the Autumn Wind, ghosts will not come to such a market.
Chen Yang also knew that the Supreme Elder's Taoist name was: Teng She.
He is known as the Soaring Snake Demon Lord.
The snake-playing sect under his sect is unique among the Yin Demon Sect. Chen Yang saw many spells related to their lineage in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.
Strictly speaking, the Hydra bones forced by the Bull Demon King in the boiler room that Chen Yang used were also one of the introductory spells of the Soaring Snake series.
Chen Yang walked past the Tengshefang sign and stepped inside, when he saw a large snake coiled up, occupying most of the street.
Anyone who wants to enter Tengshefang must pass by it.
This big snake has money snake patterns all over its body, and there is also a huge money stick on its forehead. It is coiled up, with its head held high, overlooking every monk who enters the market. Drops of snake saliva drip down, making a splash.
There was a loud noise, and pits were corroded on the Yinshi ground. It looked extremely poisonous at first glance.
Poisonous snake.
It's also incredibly big.
If in other places, if such a poisonous snake appeared, the monks would either turn around and run as far as they could, or they would use magic weapons and spells on it to kill the monster and obtain elixirs.
But it's different here.
This is Teng Shefang.
Isn't it natural for a big snake to appear in Teng Shefang?
The monks who came to Teng Shefang one by one, whether they were casual cultivators from the side sect, monks from small sects, or disciples from other large sects, all knew the rules.
Even if they don’t understand the rules, newcomers like Chen Yang will still follow their example.
The monks who passed by this huge poisonous snake all obediently offered gold coins and jade silk.
Whether it is gold coins or jade silk, either the shadow of the Black Demon Mountain or the mark of the Yin Demon Sect is printed on it.
Astonishingly, it is the currency produced by the Yin Mo Sect.
As long as the markets within the Yin Mo Sect's influence are only allowed to use them for transactions, naturally they can be exchanged for spiritual stones and other materials at any time when leaving.
As for the so-called fire consumption generated in this process, of course there is no need for it.
"Dark, really dark!"
Chen Yang clicked his tongue in admiration.
There is no better way to make money than this.
Much darker than a gambling den.
The truth is, isn’t it just pumping water?
Forget about pumping water, admission fees are still charged.
Chen Yang saw with his own eyes that every monk who passed by the poisonous snake was presented with different amounts of gold coins and jade silk.
The big snake's belly seemed to have no bottom, and gold coins or jade silk flew up for it to suck into its mouth and swallow.
During this process, its snake breath kept spitting out, as if it was recording the breath of these monks.
When it was Chen Yang's turn, he didn't take out anything, he just raised his hands and saluted the big snake.
The big snake stretched and contracted, and the snake's face looked like a human's, showing a look of boredom, and waved its hands, as if to say: