Luo Ning paid the entry fee of five taels of gold before he was able to enter smoothly.
How cruel. The tickets are too expensive.
Hundreds of monks gathered here tonight, and every hall and hall was filled with stalls, making it bustling like a vegetable market.
There are not only human cultivators, but also ghost cultivators, monsters, demon cultivators... all kinds of auras are blended together.
The most powerful aura among them is that of the lama carrying the coffin. In addition, hundreds of people are all ninth-grade and eighth-grade minor monks.
However, there is no need to worry about forced buying and selling in Lingshi. Since Lingshi is a market, of course there are market rules.
Any monk can trade fairly and freely under the protection of Lingshi stewards.
There were a lot of things on various stalls, but Luo Ning, who was wearing a mask, scanned them with his consciousness and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
It turns out that most of the stalls in various stalls were of eighth- and ninth-grade spiritual objects, and there were very few of seventh-grade ones. No one could see anything above seventh-grade.
The Yangshen Fruit is not only a seventh-grade spiritual fruit, but also a very precious kind among the seventh-grade spiritual fruits. There are not even ordinary seventh-grade spiritual objects in this spiritual city, let alone the Yangshen Fruit.
Luo Ning searched various stalls and found not only no Yang Shen fruit, but also no Ghost Bait fruit.
But Luo Ning saw two Mortal Transformation Grasses at a fox-tailed demon cultivator's stall.
This thing is useful to me!
It has already eaten Mortal Transformation Grass once. If it eats two more plants, it will turn into a monster. But it is almost impossible to transform into a monster. Transformation into a monster requires innate opportunities.
"Brother Taoist, this is the newly collected sloughing grass." The white fox girl who still had a fox tail said in a pleasant voice, "Two ninth-grade sloughing grasses only cost fifty taels of gold."
Fifty taels of gold?
Luo Ning almost laughed.
Two mortal grasses weighed forty taels as high as the sky. He only had forty-five taels of gold left.
Luo Ning shook his head, "Expensive."
"Brother Taoist, make a price." Fox Girl is a ninth-grade perfect demon cultivator. She is young, but looks like an old business person. "As long as you don't lose too much, I will give it to you."
Luo Ning held out three fingers and said, "Thirty taels."
"Hehe, Taoist brother knows how to joke." The fox girl giggled, revealing a pair of shiny little tiger teeth, "Fellow Taoist should know that these two fresh dewy grasses may breed a demon.
beast."
"Nowadays, there is not enough spiritual energy in the world, and there are fewer and fewer spiritual herbs. I collected this with great difficulty and almost died in the mountain. The price, Brother Tao, I'm afraid..."
After saying that, he yawned lazily, stretched out his pink tongue, licked his lips, and squatted there without speaking.
That means, if you like it, buy it or not, and if you don’t, leave it.
Luo Ning squatted down, looked at the spiritual herbs on the little fox's stall, and suddenly whispered: "These spiritual herbs are not yours, right? You stole them."
The little fox girl twitched her tail, and stared at Luo Ning with a pair of clear black jewel-like eyes in astonishment. She spoke with a hint of resentment in her voice:
"If Brother Tao is not sincere, please move away and don't entertain me."
Luo Ning's Ling Daozhu had previously sensed that she was acting. The acting part was of course the process of collecting herbs.
He also saw that the two sloughing grasses were the same size, and the soil on their roots was very similar. It didn't look like they were picked in the wild, but more like they had been stolen from a private medicine garden.
The Spiritual Grass Garden requires spiritual soil, spiritual springs, and the magical power to cultivate spiritual plants. The requirements are not low.
Those who have a private spiritual herb garden are not ordinary monks. Such monks are not short of money and rarely sell spiritual herbs in the spiritual market.
"Whose spiritual herb garden did you steal your spiritual herb from?" Luo Ning lowered his voice, a bit like a bad boy threatening the sister next door, "Tell me, whose spiritual herb garden did you steal it from? I
Let’s try our luck too.”
The little fox girl bit her bright red lips. The fox tail that was exposed outside her clothes had been completely retracted, and her snow-white face was bulging with anger.
"I understand. It turns out that Brother Dao has no intention of buying it, but is here to amuse me. Could it be that Brother Dao relies on his high cultivation level to bully me, a little monster?"
"The little girl is alone and has few stalls, but she cannot tolerate teasing."
Although the words were spoken forcefully, the tone contained resentment, grievance, and a hint of pique and coquettishness.
That clearly means: don’t entangle, beg to be let go.
Look, the little fox girl looks so pitiful and plaintive. If there is someone who cares about her, why would she hold on to her?
But Luo Ning was a hard-hearted and lazy young man. He was short of money. He wanted something but didn't want to pay a high price. He refused to be taken advantage of.
As the ancient saying goes, those who buy are better than those who sell.
So, the young man from the Luo family sat down, lifted up his mask, revealing his clear mouth, then lit the dry pipe and started smoking.
He took two breaths of "bata bata" and then spoke slowly.
"I have no intention of publicizing this matter. We are all little monks who are wandering around in the world, don't you think so?"
The little fox girl turned her little head to the side angrily, not even looking at Luo Ning, her exquisite breasts rising and falling in anger.
Where did this monk come from? He is so annoying!
Seeing that the little fox girl ignored him, Luo Ning was not in a hurry. He knocked the ashes from his dry pipe and said slowly:
"Let's do this. Thirty taels of gold, I bought it without asking where it came from."
"I have no intention of buying them at a low price. You should know that thirty taels of gold for these two plants is fair, but fifty taels of gold is really not worth it."
Although the little fox girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she snorted arrogantly and stretched out a pink palm:
"Thirty taels of gold, brother Taoist, please pay in advance."
This is consent to the transaction.
After all, these spiritual herbs were really stolen and must not be publicized by this person.
Luo Ning succeeded in bargaining, and happily took out thirty taels of gold, and then collected two grasses.
With two grasses, Lao Jianji should be able to become a ninth-grade monster this time.
Luo Ning stood up and left, not caring about the resentment spreading all over the little fox girl behind him.
"Fellow Taoist, look at this spiritual wine. It is brewed from three types of spiritual grains and two types of spiritual fruits. Not only can it nourish Zifu's spiritual veins and enhance spiritual power, the taste is also unique."
An eighth-level martial arts cultivator said to Luo Ning, "These spiritual wines are gifts from the spiritual wine shop to our elder brother Huipao..."
When Luo Ning heard about the elder brother meeting, he couldn't help but glance at the monk.
Xifan County was the westernmost county in Yizhou, and of course there was also the Ge Lao Hui organization. After Tubo occupied Xi Fan County, it changed Xi Fan County to Shunzhou, but the power of the Ge Lao Hui still existed.
Luo Ning felt a little itchy when he thought that Brother Laohui had once tyrannically extorted three thousand taels of silver from him.
Three thousand taels of silver were taken away by people from Ge Laohui.
Luo Ning had no intention of buying the spirit wine, not least because the seller was Pao Ge from Ge Laohui.
Spiritual wine is of course good for monks, but it is more of a consumer product for enjoyment.
He couldn't afford to drink this pot of spirit wine worth dozens of taels of gold.
Besides, his sense of taste and smell are all bad. Drinking spiritual wine is not like a mouse eating barley?
"I want all of these Five Spirit Brewing."
Luo Ning didn't go far when he heard a familiar voice behind him.