Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 212 What a big show

The cabin of the pagoda extends in all directions, and there are corridors and aisles everywhere.

The moment Chen Ping went out, Foundation Establishment cultivators appeared one after another in the rooms on the third floor and walked in the same direction.

Obviously also a guest invited to the trade fair.

After turning a few turns, Chen Ping walked up to the fifth floor.

The space on this floor is much smaller, there are only six Liao Liao stone houses, lined up two by two, and a dense lavender fog is shrouded outside the door.

Tang Lilin lived in a stone house on the fifth floor.

After a while, more than 30 foundation-building monks in different clothes came up from the fourth and fifth floors, and many of them were masters at the peak of the Dzogchen realm.

"Tang Lilin has a lot of face."

Chen Ping pursed his lips, thinking secretly.

There seemed to be only thirty or forty Foundation Establishment members in this boat class, but almost all of them arrived after the invitation from Young Master Tang.

Presumably these people had the same purpose as him, but they had taken a fancy to Tang Lilin's background.

After all, it is very difficult for an ordinary Foundation Establishment to come into contact with a big shot from the Baodan Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and blue clothes appeared from the stairs on the sixth floor, and after just a few steps, he stood in front of everyone.

"Turn friendly."

"Fellow Daoist Qu is here too?"

Seeing the old man, all the cultivators saluted and greeted with shallow smiles.

"Well, everyone is friendly."

The old man surnamed Qu responded to a few acquaintances, then closed his eyes and stood quietly, as if thinking about something.

Chen Ping glanced at him calmly.

This person's name is Qu Moqi, one of the monks who guard the boat, and he is the elder of the Qu family in Xianhudao.

The Qu family sent three Dzogchen monks who established the foundation to guard the Canglang. They have been hiding on the top floor of the pagoda cabin and rarely show up.

But it's normal to think about it.

Tang Feng called him by his last name as soon as he came up earlier, which should be the information provided by the Qu family.

When he boarded the ship, he lied that his name was "Ye Mofan".

Except for Qu Jia, he didn't communicate with anyone on board.

What's more, Tang Lilin held a trade fair on the Canglang, and gathered dozens of foundation-building fellows at once, and he always knew that the Qu family would be next.

Of course, even if the Qu family was unwilling, they would not dare to violate Tang Lilin's decision.

Compared with the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, the Qu family is just a slightly stronger grasshopper.

In case the leader of the Tang Dynasty is displeased, if nothing else, the cornucopia-like deep-sea route of the Qu family may be hard to keep.

Originally, in order to prevent boat passengers from gathering and making trouble, the Canglang has always strictly prohibited such trade fairs.

Qu Moqi sighed deeply in his heart, although his Qu clan was mighty and powerful, but this was the perception of the majority of casual cultivators and small forces.

In this vast sea area, only Lanyue Sect is the real master.

The Baodan Chamber of Commerce and Dan Huizong occasionally unite to resist one or two in a decent manner.

The other forces are as insignificant as ants.

……

A quarter of an hour later, with a burst of "click" and "click" notes, the stone door in the middle on the left opened without wind.

Then, the thick purple fog penetrated into the ground and disappeared, completely exposing everything in the stone house.

The space of this stone house is very spacious, with a radius of two miles, it is estimated to be more than ten times larger than the third floor where Chen Ping lived.

On the floor of the stone house, fifty to sixty white jade futons were arranged neatly, braving a bit of cold air.

"Suet clear jade."

Chen Ping squinted his eyes. Cultivators usually choose high-quality and cheap spiritual grass futons for meditation, and the futons made of second-order spiritual material mutton fat and jade have the effect of clearing the mind and nourishing the mind and assisting luck.

A futon made of suet clear jade is worth four or five thousand spirit stones.

It seems that there are dozens of them that don't need money, and after a rough calculation, they are more than 20.

Looking again, there is a two-foot-long small tree planted at the top corner of the stone house.

The tree is straight and straight, only the main trunk has no branches, and it is covered with snowflake-like leaves as thick as fingers.

Moreover, the entire tree was so golden that it seemed to be made of pure gold.

Under the tree, there were three monks lying or standing.

Two of them stood one on the left and one on the right, looking towards the door with their arms folded, with vigilant expressions on their expressions.

Judging from the aura they exuded, they were all cultivation bases in the late foundation establishment period.

Including Tang Feng, the big man who invited guests before, and another middle-aged man with a red face.

And in an open space between the two Foundation Builders, an obese young man with fair skin was leaning against the root of a tree.

The man's eyes were squeezed by the fat on his face until there was only a gap left, and the flesh on his chin and waist was piled up in layers, like a swollen pork, which was suffocating.

Just looking at its appearance, it might weigh five hundred catties.

"I'm going to Tang Lilin, I'm very guilty of keeping my comrades waiting for a long time."

The fat body moved a bit, and he raised his hand with difficulty to pick a gold leaf and put it in his mouth, and said cynically: "What are you doing in a daze, come in, although Tang is fat, he doesn't eat people."

"I've met Young Master Tang."

"Blessings, Young Master Tang."

The cultivators outside the door walked into the stone chamber one after another, saluting respectfully.

They will not laugh at it because of its strange size.

It was especially easy for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to change his body shape. Tang Lilin maintained an extremely obese figure, which must be his personal preference.

What's more, this Tang Lilin had an extraordinary background, even if he despised him, no one dared to show it.

"Sure enough, it's a third-tier golden bergamot tree."

Stepping into the stone house, Chen Ping took a few breaths of air, feeling refreshed.

Consciously or unintentionally looking at the golden tree at the corner, a ray of fire ignited in his heart.

The golden bergamot tree is a first-class good thing.

Once the spiritual consciousness of a high-level monk is exhausted, it will take a long time to recover.

And the golden bergamot tree can make the soul clear and greatly speed up the recovery process.

This tree also has other wonderful uses.

Meditating at the bottom of the tree for a whole year can permanently increase the power of spiritual consciousness.

Although the limit of increase is two hundred feet, it is not a small increase for Qi training and foundation building monks.

Tang Lilin must have carried this tree with him.

Otherwise, with millions of treasures, how could the Qu family generously donate them to the passengers.

There were obviously a lot of building foundations who had the same idea as him, but seeing the harmless fat man staring at them with a smile, they quickly pretended to look down to find a seat.

Although the golden bergamot tree is good, it is Tang Lilin's forbidden property.

Everyone probably understood the strength of the Tang family, and after a while they were greedy, and then put out any thoughts they shouldn't have.

"This fat man is very pompous."

Chen Ping looked around and found a corner seat.

As expected of a person with real power in the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, the part of the financial resources displayed right now far exceeds that of ordinary Dzogchen monks.

If they met alone outside, Tang Lilin's fat would be cut off several layers by him.

"Thank you fellow daoists for showing your face."

Tang Lilin put his foot on the tree trunk, and said lazily: "There is still a distinguished guest who has not arrived, and the start of the fair will be postponed."

"It's okay, I'm looking forward to the trade fair organized by Fellow Daoist Tang, so what if you wait a lot."

A male cultivator with triangular eyes and a high nose said flatteringly.

"That's right. Anyway, the journey is boring. I lack everything, but I don't lack time."

Another female cultivator with good looks and figure couldn't wait to answer. At the same time, she deliberately puffed out her full breasts and cast a few winks at the "pork".

"Two thigh pendants from the Foundation Establishment period."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling amused in his heart.

"Old man Qu, what are you doing hiding in a corner? Come sit here with Tang."

Stretching out his fingers like grinding sticks, Tang Lilin muttered dissatisfiedly as he looked at Qu Moqi who was silent under the stone wall to the east.

"Follow your orders, Young Master Tang."

With embarrassment on his face, Qu Moqi moved a few steps with a wry smile and sat on the front.

Looking at his tangled and depressed expression, it seemed as if he was being forced into prostitution.

"Fellow Daoist Tang, here comes my concubine."

After half a stick of incense time, the stone house on the opposite side opened suddenly, followed by an extremely charming voice.

Then, before anyone entered the room, a wave of spiritual consciousness suddenly swept out without any cover, and stayed on each of the cultivators for a while.

"What a powerful soul power."

Chen Ping was secretly surprised, although the female cultivator's spiritual consciousness just now was not as good as his, but she was also close to the three thousand zhang mark, far from being comparable to the likes of the sea.

Presumably, he either practiced some kind of divine soul secret technique like him, or consumed a huge amount of resources to swallow many treasures from heaven and earth, which made his spiritual consciousness extremely powerful.

Regardless of the possibility, this woman's identity must be astonishing, not under Tang Lilin.

After a while, the door was finally pushed open, and a 27-year-old female cultivator walked in.

This woman was wearing a light blue tulle dress, and a white belt was tied around her uncontrollable slender waist. Her eyes were like waves in autumn, and she was full of affection.

The cuteness of a young girl and the elegant charm of a woman seem to be a perfect combination of nature.

With every frown and smile, she is charming, bright and charming, even more alluring than Li Miaoqi who had a charming body back then.

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(End of this chapter)