Everyone is a demon, why are you covered in holy light?.

Chapter 24 Sticky Worm Boy, Rootless Duckweed

In the eyes of others, they have stepped into the former Tianjiang Dragon Mansion.

In Yang An's eyes, they were on an isolated island in the sea of ​​fog.

Soon, when Yang An and the others set foot on the island, a figure approached and bowed to them.

"I'm a boy under Daoist's seat, please come with me and rest for a while."

The boy is very polite, and he will take everyone to rest first. Yang An and others are the first to come to the food meeting, and they have to wait for the arrival of other monks.

Everyone also responded very politely.

There was a strange flash in Yang An's eyes, but he still restrained his emotions and followed the few people, following the boy towards the island, but tried not to look at the boy walking in front.

What kind of boy is that? It is clearly a humanoid creature composed of countless sticky insects entangled together.

Each sticky worm is the size of a finger, like a snail without its shell, densely entangled, and at a glance, it can make your scalp numb and your hair stand on end.

And it's not just this boy in front of him, the more he walks forward, the more "people" he sees, they seem to be performing their duties, and they don't approach Yang An and the others casually.

There are also some normal-looking humans among them, but there are still some strange-looking creatures that make people feel extremely uncomfortable.

And on this island surrounded by dense fog, Yang Yu looked around, and could see the bones of unknown creatures scattered on the ground everywhere.

Some have only a skeleton left, some still have carrion hanging on them, some are as tall as a rock, and some are as small as a washbasin, even attracting many birds to compete for food, regardless of the movement of people around them.

In the occasional breeze, there is even a rather pungent rotten smell.

But all of this, the few people around him turned a deaf ear to it. They have completely blocked their five senses by the phantom insect corpse, and fell into another illusion. They can only see the rumored beauty of the Tianjiang Dragon Mansion. , I can't see the weirdness and strangeness of the bones on the isolated island.

However, although everything on the entire island looked extremely strange, it did not make Yang An feel any danger for the time being. He was like an unknown person who stayed out of the matter, quietly watching all this.

The few people followed the sticky insect boy all the way, and were finally brought to a cave on the island. The cave was decorated with lights, but it was cleaned up very clean, and there was nothing strange about it.

Seeing this, Yang An had no choice but to sit down with a few people until the sticky worm boy appeared again, bringing a pot of tea and a few cups.

Taking advantage of the others not paying attention, Yang An tried the tea with his fingers without any trace, but no prompt popped up in front of his eyes, indicating that it was just ordinary clear tea, so he was relieved.

The waiting time is a bit long.

Pan Shi's injuries hadn't healed yet, so he took this opportunity to meditate to recuperate.

Pan Yu didn't know what she was thinking, and showed a smirk expression from time to time. Yang An suspected that she might be knocking CP in the void in her head, and she might have been poisoned by another world.

The familiar black eyebrow seemed to want to talk to Yang An, but Yang An ignored him, just smiled politely, and kept a distance from him.

Yang An's mind was not here either, he was thinking about what he should do next when the other monks arrived.

Before the Common Food Conference, it is naturally a very important trading meeting.

On the way here, Yang An already learned from Pan Shi that if he wanted to exchange things with other monks, he could only use barter.

Apart from the currency system of ordinary people in this world, there is not a unified item that can be traded as currency among practitioners.

Ordinary gold and silver are almost useless to most monks, so transactions between monks usually provide each other with items of equal value.

Of course, it doesn't mean that exercises can only be traded for skills, and pills can only be traded for pills.

The reason why it is a transaction is naturally based on the needs of the two parties to the transaction. As long as the needs of the other party are met, the pill can also be exchanged for exercises, and gold and silver may also be able to buy rare magic weapons.

It is precisely because of this that without knowing the needs of the other party, many monks will choose to increase the value of the items they own in order to obtain more benefits.

As time goes by, there will naturally be some things that are more expensive than the real thing, or even deceitful, in the transactions at the food sharing conference. There are not a few people who have been deceived.

Sometimes even the person who took out the item may not know the value of it, and just keeps raising the value.

This is equivalent to the big waves washing the sand. You may find gold, but most of them are misjudged or deceived into treating ordinary sand as treasure.

This strong sense of déjà vu undoubtedly reminded Yang An of the common antique picking up in the past and modern times, which is exactly the same.

But the more it was like this, the more Yang An looked forward to it.

In addition to purifying and eliminating the use cost of items, his gold finger can also display the real information of items. This trading method of picking up leaks is undoubtedly perfect for him.

Others will be deceived, but he will not!
This is one of his own advantages, and the next trade fair will be the time for him to show his talents.

The only pity is that he is very poor now, and there are only two things in his body that are of certain value.

One is the practice method of lighting the lamp that has been purified without any use cost, and the other is the magic weapon stick that was picked up from the previous uncle.

The former Yang An didn't intend to use it as a transaction. After contacting Pan Shi and others these days, he learned some things from him, and he also understood more about cultivation.

Everything related to practice in this world has a certain price, whether it is big or small, light or heavy, as long as you touch or use it, you must bear the corresponding price.

But apart from mundane items, among the things that monks can use, there is absolutely nothing that is free.

never had!

If Yang An took out the practice method of lighting the lamp that has been eliminated, it would definitely cause an uproar in this world, and then get into big trouble.

He had already thought of this, and he understood the truth that a man is innocent but he is guilty, so he had already destroyed the leftover page of the lamp lighting method on the way here, and only kept the practice method in his heart.

In other words, the only thing he can really use for trading is the disgusting stick.

Then, how he should use this magic weapon from the unclean monk to obtain what he needs is the next question that needs to be considered.

What is it that he needs?
There is no doubt that nature is a practice method.

Although the lamplighting method he mastered is very powerful, it is too limited, and due to his own influence, his growth can only be limited to this.

Confronting head-on, he will never be the opponent of the monk with only the lighting method and the Buddha's light, Yang An is very clear about this.

Since he mastered the lighting method, he has relied more on his ability and judgment to seize opportunities to live until now.

A technique is just a technique after all, the key depends on the person who uses it.

Without exercises, people are like duckweed without roots.

If you can't become a monk, you will always be a mortal body, vulnerable to a single blow.

(End of this chapter)