endless route.

Chapter 103 10. Yin Charm

On the second day after returning to Fuen City, Zheng Yun opened the secret realm, moved the tables, chairs, pots and bowls in, and then led Ji Dao out to familiarize him with the environment first.

"Fuck, Lord Xian, is this our shop? It's actually open directly in the world?" Ji Dao looked around and was shocked when he saw the cars all over the street.

"You live in the pawn shop for a few days first, get familiar with the environment, and adapt to your words and deeds."

Zheng Yun sighed softly.

Both Ji Dao and Xianyao are the standard "capable people and strangers" recorded in ancient books, and they are isolated from the world and have never contacted the world.

Ji Dao's brain is good, and the Tiangong has been isolated for not too long, the problem is not too big, the fairy is the headache, Zheng Yun doesn't know how to teach her.

"Master Xian, you said earlier that this is Fu'en City. Was it called Xian'en before?" Ji Dao left the pawn shop, stood under the locust tree, looked around, and suddenly turned around to ask.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Zheng Yun was puzzled.

"The Commander of Haiwei's Western Territory Capital is in Xian'en, Lord Xian, is it here?" Ji Dao asked again.

"It should be, but I haven't heard of it before. This street is indeed an ancient street, but the ancient buildings were destroyed in the war, and there are not many left." Zheng Yun shook his head.

The adoptive father left behind the badge of the Commander of the Western Territory, which may prove that the Commander of the Capital is indeed in Fuen City, but he really doesn't know where it is.

"Then I'll go back and look for the map. Master Xian, the Commander of the Haiwei Commander Division, there should be a fixed immortal gate leading to the secret realm of the Immortal Supervisor Division. If we can find it, it will be much more convenient for us."

Ji Dao smiled, and was about to go back to Tiangong to investigate the ancient books, impatient to do something.

Although Zheng Yun was curious, he still reached out to stop him: "No hurry, this time I will take you shopping first, so that you can understand the current shopping process."

"Row."

Ji Dao nodded and followed Zheng Yun.

Zheng Yun drove a small truck and led Ji Dao to the morning market to buy things. He bought dozens of bags of rice and white noodles at the grain and oil store at one time, and also bought a lot of easy-to-storage dry goods.

Looking at the food all over the street, Ji Dao smiled happily, grinning to the sky, carrying a bag of rice to the car with one hand, and drooling at the roast chicken in the crock pot.

Zheng Yun was not short of money for the time being. Seeing that Ji Dao wanted to eat, he bought him and Xian Yao some cooked meat, whole boxes of ham and canned meat, and moved them to the car. It didn’t take long before the car was full and he was forced to go back to the car. A trip to the secret land.

Then there is the second trip.

This time, I still buy things that are easy to store.

The endless sea route makes the sea ships dense, and also allows many people to go to sea to work in primitive and barren areas, so the easy-to-storage food has developed in various ways.

There is everything.

It just so happens that hot pot is also inclusive, Zheng Yun only needs to consider the wholesale price, and doesn't need to consider other things.

The morning market in the old neighborhood sells everything. Next door is the Wenwan Market. Zheng Yun took Ji Dao to see if he could eat this bowl of rice.

After entering the market and walking around, Ji Dao shook his head frequently, he didn't like the things here, they were all stuck in the trading period, and Tiangong could just take out anything better than this.

When he said this, Zheng Yun basically understood. He had thought too much, and it was unlikely that Ji Dao would pick up the leaks with his knowledge. His mind was full of metaphysics of ghosts and ghosts, and these ordinary ancient utensils could not catch his eyes.

If you want him to pick up things, you have to go to the western land to pick up things that don't exist here and involve gods, ghosts and Taoism. He must be an expert in this regard.

Zheng Yun was just about to take Ji Dao away, but Ji Dao suddenly pulled Zheng Yun, pointed to the front and whispered:
"Master Xian, look what that is, there is such a thing here."

Looking forward in the direction of his finger, there is an iron square statue on a stall in front of him. It looks like it was used for sacrifices in the early Ming Dynasty.

But it's a fake.

It's ridiculously fake at a glance.

Moreover, this thing exceeds the trading limit, and if it dares to be placed on the street stall in broad daylight, it will never be true.

"Immortal Lord, that is a kind of yin spell. It is recorded in the Pianmen Artifact Refining Book recorded in Tiangong. Wearing it for a long time can make people die from yin deficiency. In addition, it has another important function, which is to suppress ghosts."

Ji Dao quietly added.

Zheng Yun shifted his gaze and looked at the middle-aged stall owner's wrist, wearing seven or eight colorful bracelets and a muddy jade tablet engraved with ghost patterns.

But this jade tablet doesn't look real, it looks like it's been dyed in three colors of yellow, red and white.

"Really?" Zheng Yun asked.

"This thing needs to take out the jade core, replace it with some herbal ore, and then soak it in the potion to infect it. The process is relatively complicated, and ordinary people can't do it."

Ji Dao took a closer look, then shook his head again: "This one should be dug out from the grave, it doesn't have much effect, so just wear it."

"Then continue shopping." Zheng Yun ignored this matter. Before modern times, the feudal superstition in the East, the streets were full of gods and gods, and some leftovers are normal.

It is impossible for them to take care of everything, they don't have so much time, and they don't have so many people. It was the same with the Sanskrit loft last time. Zheng Yun learned that it was euthanasia, which was voluntary by the tourists, so he didn't take care of it anymore.

There is another reason.

He had just set fire to the Thousand Immortals Dojo that day. He was afraid that passers-by would report or the camera would catch him, so he didn't dare to stay longer in Qianfu City, and left in a hurry.

"Master Xian, it's best to ask him where the thing came from. This kind of evil charm belongs to the side door, and what is suppressed is not ordinary things." Ji Dao continued.

"Then you go and ask, don't cause trouble, it's very troublesome to get caught." Zheng Yun created conditions for Ji Dao to adapt to the atmosphere of urban life as soon as possible.

Ji Dao didn't have an ID card, and he was caught in the police station for causing trouble. It's not easy to solve, but it's not impossible. He is a Taoist who lives in seclusion. As long as he provides proof, most of the time he can make up for it.

The fairy is similar, she is deaf, she may not be able to pass the mental retardation test, and she is a disabled person who can't remember where her home is, and she can also get a certificate.

Zheng Yun gave Ji Dao a mobile phone, then went shopping nearby and got a few gas tanks.

Just moved into the car.

Ji Dao ran back and whispered to Zheng Yun: "Master Xian, the man said that he took the things. I don't think it's right. He has obvious symptoms of yin deficiency. He probably has more than one yin charm in his hand." .”

"Have you told him the truth?" Zheng Yun asked.

"I clicked a sentence or two, but he didn't react too much, and this person's way of thinking is not right." Ji Dao shook his head.

"Leave it alone if it's not serious."

Zheng Yun didn't intend to delve into this matter.

"By the way, Master Xian, didn't we say that we need to refine medicinal powder? There should be a dojo near Xian'en City. You can come and have a look and find medicinal powder materials."

Ji Dao nodded and chatted about other things.

"There are indeed several dojos, but can they have this kind of material?" Zheng Yun was a little skeptical.

The medicine powder Ji Dao mentioned is the powder sprinkled by ghost generals, and the materials for that thing should be difficult to find.

"Ordinary Taoist temples may not have them. Daoist temples should have some. I am a descendant of Tiangong Taoist temple. It should be a bit of a face to go to these Taoist temples. You can buy some directly."

Ji Dao smiled.

Judging by his self-effacing expression, the should in his sentence can probably be deleted directly.

(End of this chapter)