At these stalls, the Yin Mo Sect and even other forces that manage the market do not receive taxes or stall fees, but they are the basis of the market's popularity.
Most of the monks in this world are poor monks - yes, just like Chen Yang.
These poor monks will never set foot in a big store, whether it is for magic weapons, exercises, elixirs, or anything else?
They are always digging around, going to the stalls to find inferior goods that are much worse.
The good things they occasionally risk their lives to get are often sold by setting up stalls.
The power of the market management, by acquiescing to the existence of these stalls, has caused the popularity to soar, making it a habit for monks to come to the market.
As time goes by, all the treasures obtained from adventures will eventually circulate through the market, and will eventually pass through the hands of the market managers.
As time goes by, the young will grow up, and the poor will become prosperous. They will also step into the real big shops in the city and become a new generation of leeks for the city managers to harvest.
Good guy.
Chen Yang called him a good guy.
Then,
He covered the hundred gold coins in his arms.
He sadly discovered that even at the stall, this hundred gold couldn't buy anything good?
There is quite a lot of fine gold.
The particles are almost powdery, and you can tell at a glance that they are leftovers from refining something.
There are also pieces of fine gold the size of your fist.
It's just that these fine golds are either not pure enough, are mixed with some random stuff, or are extremely expensive. Casual cultivators who have never seen anything good are really selling it as a treasure.
What's even more terrible is that they are only fine gold, not Geng gold.
What Chen Yang really needs is fine gold particles mixed with the Qi of Western Geng Gold.
The latter is good, but the former is hard to find.
After Chen Yang walked back and forth in a circle, he was completely desperate.
As for those big shops, Chen Yang now has the poor mentality of casual cultivators. If he can't go in, he won't go in.
The Geng gold he wants is naturally available in big stores, and he can even say how much he wants.
This is originally the most common spiritual material used in ritual refining.
The problem is, Chen Yang can get Geng money from those big stores, and God knows what kind of sale contract he has to sign.
Thank you very much for this.
"never mind."
"I suddenly felt that actually moving the five ghosts with one trick is pretty good."
"No wonder this is the most common spell practiced by casual cultivators. Even if the practice is messy, it is not much better than pretending to be a ghost. If you practice it, just practice it hard."
“I bet you, it’s the cheapest!”
Chen Yang gave up his fantasy and was ready to leave.
At this moment, he saw a dim light deep in the alley he had casually walked into.
Under the lights, there were crowds of people, and many people actually stopped here.
"what's the situation?"
Chen Yang became curious and gave up, so he walked over.
When we got to the place and took a look, his brows were raised and he became interested.
That's a bookstore.
A shed, a few rows of shelves, and flying lanterns form a place full of the aroma of books and immortality.
Of course, from a distance it looks like a cultivator, but up close it looks like a supernatural being.
When Chen Yang got closer, he discovered that the owner of the bookstore was a fox with a bright head standing upright.
In those flying lanterns, there were balls of will-o'-the-wisps, glowing green.
Will-o'-the-wisps were flying, illuminating the spines of the books on the bookshelves everywhere, making it dark and cold.