Huang Hao showed the manuscript to Bald Brush God, who immediately took it to read it. He saw that the article was fluent and fluent, describing the life in the market in detail, and he could faintly hear the sounds of vendors hawking from the article.
He also wrote a few strokes of the image of a slovenly Taoist, which makes people think of him as an outsider.
The disputes and contradictions in the article are very sharp and prominent, and it is full of highlights. Although the Taoist's pear-planting magic is only a small skill, it can't help but applaud because of the suspense set up and the perspective of the audience.
Waiting to see the back, the pear seller's pears were not only gone, but even the wheelbarrow containing the pears was cracked, which made the Bald Pen God feel angry: "This Taoist is really unreasonable, and he can't do it. He even bothers with mortals. Cultivating Taoism"
Get a small belly and chicken intestines."
"If you really want to teach someone a lesson, just teach them to be compassionate, or just show off to others and make them lose a few pears."
"He actually gave away a whole cart of pears to others to eat. He was so sorry for others that the merchant lost all his money. That's all. He even smashed up someone else's car!"
Bald Bi stared in anger.
"What does it mean to show off your supernatural power and bully an ordinary person? This Taoist must be a heretic. He claims to be playing in the world of mortals. In fact, he is an expert and eccentric. He is definitely not a member of the Shinto. The laws of the Shinto say that those who carry other people's property will be exiled.
Three thousand miles."
Huang Hao said: "I have several interpretations of this story."
"Firstly, maybe the person who planted pears had some bad karma in the past, which caused him to lose money, and the Taoist eliminated it."
"Both, the Taoist is overcoming the tribulation, to subdue the greed, anger, ignorance, pride and doubt in his heart. The pear seller he sees now is a demonic test. If the Taoist does not survive, he may not be able to improve his cultivation in the future."
"Third, this Taoist believes in the law of the jungle, so he acts as he pleases and does not recognize the rules."
"Fourth, there is no follow-up to the story. It is just an article. I only saw one side from the perspective of a spectator. It cannot be the whole cause and effect. What if the Taoist saw that the pear seller had some celestial connection, so he ended up testing it, and finally the two became masters and disciples...
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Huang Hao has buried different story lines for this story of growing pears, and plans to submit each story line once to increase the interest of the story and the dissemination of the story.
This kind of thing always comes out of the mouth. In the copy of the fairy tale channel Liaozhai in the previous life, the protagonist is either the pear-growing Taoist priest or the Laoshan Taoist priest. It should be artistically processed to avoid calling it a complete plagiarism.
The Bald Brush God nodded: "This article can be signed!" Then he took out a pocket brush and wrote his name on it: "If you submit an article in the future, I will contact you."
Huang Hao took the brush, but saw the Bald Brush God directly take out five feather coins: "I will give you the royalties first. If the royalties increase later, or the magazine is included in the story collection, I will replenish it for you."
Huang Hao was very happy when he got the money. Just after Bald Pen Mao Shen praised his article, a white light point condensed out. This white light point is the material that condenses the literary heart.
It seems this is feasible.
After leaving here, Huang Hao wandered around the market. Lu Cheng hadn't come out yet, so he probably went to visit. Huang Hao thought about the necessary plots of Xianxia novels, picked them up at the street stalls, and started browsing.
There are many hawkers on the street stalls, including low-level little demons. They sell the hair that falls off their bodies, or the teeth and scales that fall off, in exchange for cultivation materials. The slightly richer ones grow some spiritual herbs and elixirs at home, and they will also get them from the shop.
Come to the market to sell.
There are also casual cultivators from outside, and the items sold are mixed. Whatever is available is for sale. It is comparable to the flea market in the previous life, and everything is displayed whether it is useful or not.
There are also some local hairy gods and wandering gods, who look strange but very kind.
The city is opened within the spiritual realm and has a three-layer structure: the material plane, the spiritual realm, and the netherworld.
So you can still walk through the passage and look at the ghost market at the bottom. However, the ghost market usually uses other currencies, such as moonlight, yangshou, yinde, and at most incense. The system is complicated, but now Huai
Yin's 84,000 white lotus ghosts and virgins are here, killing many evil spirits who take away the Yangshou of living people, maintaining the order of the underworld in Tianzhou, and there are no longer many evil ghosts using Yangshou to do business.
Huang Hao looked very young and innocent, so the veteran stall holders tried their best to call out: "The alchemy secret book, the alchemy secret book of Jindan Earth Immortal, only costs ninety-nine yuan! Only ninety-nine yuan!"
"Shiquan Dabu Long Jing Hu Meng Xian Ling Powder! If a man uses it, a woman can't stand it. If a woman uses it, a man can't stand it! There are only two hundred and eighty-eight!"
Huang Hao almost rolled his eyes. He walked to a stall selling magical instruments, picked up a small gourd that looked quite delicate, and asked, "What kind of gourd is this?"
"This is the Nine-Nine Fierce Sun True Fire Gourd. Eighty-one types of true fire are collected inside. It is an ancient treasure and only costs 80,000!"
"Pull ten thousand?" Huang Hao put down the gourd and said secretly: People in the world of immortality are not ancient!
Huang Hao walked from the grocery area to the place where live animals are sold. The world is vast, and many monks have raised exotic animals, some for meat, some as mounts, and some as pets.
These strange beasts are all hybrids with conflicting bloodlines and are hardly intelligent, but they have extraordinary looks, delicious meat, and some have some innate magical powers.
I only saw a purple-feathered chicken being sold here. This chicken was handed down from Yiming Mountain. It was originally a descendant of the celestial chicken raised in the Sun Star Palace. When it came to the human world, it got used to crowing the sun and exhaling purple gas, so its feathers are bright and its meat is delicious.
The eggs laid are also pregnant with purple energy, so they are also called "foundation-building eggs."
There are also sellers of fragrant pigs. This one is said to be the descendant of Huang Tian's mount, but in fact the seven little fragrant pigs have no descendants. Their old father, the old wild boar, is just a pig demon at the peak level of human immortality in the Wilderness Continent.
He was also transformed into a pig demon by Mahabala.
But there must be a reason for it to sell well. After all, selling something is not as good as telling a story. Once the story is told, the leeks will be harvested by you.
After the purple feather egg was related to "Foundation Establishment", its value increased a lot. Although the monks themselves can breathe out the purple energy of the morning sun, eating an egg is not as good as exercising their own energy and gathering energy, but they are still in a state of
Before refining the Qi, it is only in the stage of nourishing the essence, returning the essence to the brain, and in the preparatory stage of cultivating the body and character, it is considered as a basic tonic, so it is right to call it foundation-building egg.
On a whim, Huang Hao thought he could raise one for fun.
I walked up to the chicken seller and saw a mutated white-feathered chicken among the purple-feathered chickens. I asked out of curiosity: "Is this another breed?"
"No, it may be mutated." The little girl said, "Of course, it may also be that the hen cheated."
Huang Hao felt that it was a bit like the black-bone chicken in his previous life. The black-bone chicken was delicious in texture. It was once a tribute in ancient times and was also called White Phoenix.
"If the shape can be stabilized and this kind of black-bone chicken is specially cultivated, it might also be a specialty income of the sect."
Immediately, I spent money to buy this little chicken.