I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 261
Tu Shanjun never counted how many spirit stones he had, and threw them into the Nawu Talisman.

The usual consumption is less, and spirit stones are a necessity for other monks, but Tu Shanjun simply uses them as currency.

In comparison, Yinhun Pill not only helps Banzhu to improve his cultivation.

The biggest function is to repair the body of Yinshen in the banner.

This is what Tu Shanjun likes most.

Otherwise, with his current golden core master's physical body, once it is gone, it will take how many years it will take to condense again.

Juefa opened the Nawu Talisman given to him by Mr. Tu Shan, only to find the spiritual stones piled up into a small hill inside, and his spiritual sense swept over, there were about tens of thousands of them.

The division is very regular, with sharp edges and corners, and each one is the standard size of the practice world.

Juefa's gaze became a little cloudy, and the greed in his eyes flashed past, but there were no more movements, only the lips hidden under the mask moved slightly.
Afterwards, the eyes became clearer, until finally there was no shadow.

"Let the seniors laugh."

I don't know whether Juefa is talking about the embarrassment caused by the shortage of spirit stones in his hand, or the filth just covered by greed.

"Aren't monks quiet and inactive?"

"There are more than a million thoughts in a person's moment, and when the heart is moving, the desire will arise. Although the little monk has some Taoism in his body, he is still an ordinary person after all, and he will practice together with all living beings in the world of mortals."

"Moreover, senior is wrong. Tranquility and inaction are the mantra of Taoism, and Buddhism talks about dependent origin and emptiness."

Tu Shanjun is too lazy to argue with Juefa, whether he is quiet and inaction or dependent origin and emptiness, the only way to become a fairy is the last word.

But Tu Shanjun is used to pragmatism.

It is useless to him to tell the truth about not being able to become a fairy.

Juefa sealed the thousand-year-old epiphyllum jade box with a magic talisman, put it in the Nawu talisman, got up and left again.

The ghost market is said to be a street market, but it is more like a small town gathered together.

There are row upon row of buildings on both sides, tall and short in order but crowded.

There are a pair of hanging lanterns every few steps, illuminating the narrow alley.

At the entrance of the alley, there are many hawkers squatting against the corner, selling along the street.

Along the two sides of the bluestone slab, there are all kinds of mansions and shops, medicine shops, paper-making shops, coffin shops..., restaurants, restaurants, casinos, smokehouses, and Goulan tile houses.

Of course, more sane demons and ghosts are setting up stalls.

Moreover, most of these ghosts don't hide their bodies, they just walk around the ghost city in such a swaggering manner, and they don't care if their real appearance is known.

After all, they are all acquaintances, and they have been entrenched for a long time, so no one knows who.

After shopping around, Juefa helped Tu Shanjun find some rare elixir plants.

They even met ordinary monks in this ghost city.

There are many leftists and demons.

These monks use masks and black robes to cover themselves, not wanting to be known by others.

It's a pity that Jue Fa is timid and dare not do anything, otherwise Mr. Tu Shan will definitely follow the trend and overturn the entire ghost market.

……

Halfway through the journey, Juefa couldn't help but stop.

Looking at the stall owner again, although there is mist rising, it can't cover the green eyes.

Seeing Monk Juefa staying, the man couldn't help but looked up.

There was a change in the green light in his eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Fellow Daoist is very unfamiliar, what are you interested in?"

The stalls are nothing more than incomplete instruments, dilapidated wine cups, and some bones.There are also talismans used by some monks, but they are different from the common yellow paper. These papers are all light gray and have spells drawn on them.

Following Juefa's eyes, the goal is the four bones of Bodhi, but they are different from the bones in his hand.

These four white bones are more rounded, like white jade.

"What is the price of these four bones?" Jue Fa asked the price in a daze.

The ghost rolled its eyeballs, and stretched out five fingers that looked like dead tree roots: "Five hundred spirit stones, the same price."

"Okay." Juefa nodded and was about to take out the spirit stone.

I only heard the green-eyed ghost speak hurriedly: "Hey, that's not right, it's a thousand spirit stones, so someone misjudged the price."

"Alright."

The monk did not refute, and took out five hundred spirit stones again.

"I'm really sorry, it should be two thousand spirit stones."

Until the price rose to two thousand, Juefa put away the Lingshi and shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Two thousand, no second price, you can get these two pairs of bones with the spirit stone." The green-eyed ghost hurriedly shouted seeing that Juefa was about to leave.

Five hundred spiritual stones is already a sky-high asking price, and he dares to increase it.

I don't know if this ghost is poor and crazy, or if he really understands Juefa's identity, he feels that the monk is determined to obtain this thing.

It's a pity that I feel shy in my pocket and don't have so many spirit stones.

"Juefa, I will lend you the Lingshi Bento."

Juefa didn't take up the quarrel, but sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, it must be that this little monk has no predestined relationship with this thing, otherwise I shouldn't have encountered it at this time."

"That fellow Taoist, I'll sell it for one thousand and five."

Juefa, who had already walked a few steps, turned back and took out the spirit stone silently.

This time the green-eyed ghost finally didn't raise the price, but the rolling eyes didn't look good no matter what.

Juefa also ignored the other party, took out the bone bodhi and covered it in his hand, wiped it with his robe before putting it back into the sleeve robe.

Regarding this trip, Tu Shanjun didn't say much about it.

The more he walked into the ghost city, the more he felt something was attracting him.Tu Shanjun thought it was some necessary material for recasting the soul banner, but after careful investigation, he couldn't find the reason.

Instead, it can urge Juefa to find out.

The sky above the ghost market is filled with gray fog.

At the end of the long street decorated with lights and festoons, there is a huge temple-like thing.

The pavilions are viewed as big temples.

It's just that the gatekeeper is a ghost handyman in coarse cloth and short clothes.

Jue Faben was also strange, so he came over when he heard Tu Shanjun said he wanted to come and have a look.

After passing the gate, Fang stepped into the temple hall.

The golden pillars on both sides stand upright and support the view of the building, the bluestone bricks pave the ground, and the murals stretch to form a system.

Unlike the ones enshrined in ordinary temples and Taoist temples, there is a black-faced ghost king in colorful robes sitting on the lotus seat in front of him, with ghost horns reaching the sky on his forehead, ghost hands holding magic formulas, and scarlet ghost eyes staring ahead.

The level of engraving is really powerful and lifelike.

Even if it is a fake stone statue, it seems to possess extraordinary power.

In front of the futon, there were still little ghosts paying homage, and then they handed over ten cash to get a stick of high incense from the temple wisher, lit it and placed it in front of a huge copper stove that was tall enough for a person.

If an ordinary monk saw the appearance in front of him, he would probably break the precepts and curse others.

Temples do not enshrine Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, but demons.

"When you enter a temple to pay homage, you must have sesame oil money."

"I don't know how much?"

"Ten essays are worth a stick of incense."

Facing the human-looking but ugly Miao Zhu, Jue Fa had a very strange feeling.

Tu Shanjun in the banner was already laughing.

The dignified monks of the Temple of White Bone were charged for sesame oil when they came into the temple. This is really a joke in the world.

Laughter is a laugh, business can't be delayed.Tu Shanjun summoned Jue Fa's magic power, and his eyes were dimly lit.

Juefa's complexion changed, and he hurriedly said: "Senior, don't do anything."

The monk is too timid to be scared like this just by drawing mana. Of course, Mr. Tu Shan didn't want to do anything. Instead, he used his magic eyes to check the attraction to him in the temple, and finally fixed his eyes on the tall evil spirit statue.

No matter how weird he is, there is nothing to hide from his eyes.

This evil ghost stone statue is not a simple thing, it contains a small fragment, which seems to be the same kind of thing as the Huaifeng City God Seal in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Because of the fusion of fragments, this tall evil ghost sculpture has been turned into a container for incense and wish power.

However, most of the worshipers who come to incense are demons and ghosts, so the power of these incense sticks is also contaminated with filth.

There is nothing wrong with Tu Shanjun.

What the Zunhun Banner absorbs is evil spirits, everything in this world carries evil spirits, such as Yin evil, blood evil, robbery evil... Even the authentic magic power of Taoism also carries evil spirits, not to mention the mere incense and fire evil spirits, which are just right.

However, Tu Shanjun did not collect these incense powers.

Provoking trouble indiscriminately can easily lead to unnecessary disasters for the Banner Lord, and this little thing is not worth the risk.

To be able to build such a large temple, and to allow the little ghosts under its jurisdiction to come and pay homage, most of its cultivation is pretty good.

No matter how strong Tu Shanjun is, he can't do without mana support.

But Juefa is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, if he really meets Jindan face to face, Mr. Tu Shan can keep it for a while but not forever.

Without money for sesame oil, Juefa was kicked out by the Miaozhu.

Before leaving, he cursed and said, "Poor ghost."

……

With the light of day, the ghost market dissipated and disappeared into the fog.

Tu Shanjun picked a Yin God who established the foundation and walked out of the soul banner.

"senior?"

Zhuji Yinshen said: "You wait here for a while, I will go to do something."

After speaking, the black mist turned into light and disappeared.

……

"Hey, I've made a fortune. I never imagined that those broken bones could be sold for a high price."

"Today, my luck was good, and I finally met someone who took advantage of me."

"I wonder if they succeeded?"

The green-eyed ghost who was walking towards the river stopped immediately, only feeling the strong wind behind him, and then his body was uncontrollable like a tattered sack in the strong wind.

I only heard cursing in my ears: "You are so brave, you have blackmailed people on my head."

With a bang, the fog around him was crushed by a punch.

Even with that ugly face, he opened a dyeing workshop.

"error……"

Another punch and his head shriveled up.

Seeing that the body was dying, the ghost was about to flee immediately, wanting to jump into the wide river not far away.

His body was originally a simulation of condensed evil spirits, his real body was hidden inside, and it would not be a problem if he lost his physical body.

"Want to go?"

The ghost hand opened violently and held it in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the light flickered and turned into black mist and disappeared.

Come back when you're done.

The Yinshen Zhuji took the drowning ghost in his hand who had practiced great perfection, and it was too late to return to the soul banner.

It's not easy to get in right now.

It turned out that the Juefa monk was surrounded by several ghosts, including a heretical monk who practiced evil methods.

Juefa questioned: "Amitabha, why did you block the path of this little monk?"

Could it be that the ghost he saved had these relatives, so he came to take revenge?
"I didn't expect to be a monk."

"Monk, keep the things you bought in the ghost market, and hand over all the spirit stones by the way, we might save you a life."

"Otherwise this is your burial place."

Juefa said flatly, "I see."

"Since the benefactors are blinded by greed, I have no choice but to make you sober."

(End of this chapter)