Acting as a god and Buddha: starting from Guanzi

Chapter 31 The Lion's Big Opening

"Extraordinary bearing, it must be someone from Wanfazong, but I don't know which temple it came from?"

In the inn, Meng Yuan was also thinking about the identities of the two monks he had just seen.

He still remembered what Miao Le said that the inheritance of Xiaofa Temple came from Wanfa Sect, but he didn't know which lineage it was.

Now that he is with Commander Lu, he also knows a lot of 'common sense' that he didn't know before.

For example, Wanfazong is actually a huge Buddhist gate composed of 330 three temples, spread all over the Great Yan Kingdom, and even other countries.

It's just that compared to Tongtian Peak's loose alliance, Wanfazong has a complete system and recognition, and it's not a mess.

"Perhaps these two monks are my opportunity to enter the Wanfa Sect?"

Meng Yuan thought to himself that the Lotus Heart Sutra he practiced was only based on the foundation chapter. If he wanted to break through the Golden Elixir, he would have to go to Wanfazong, and now the progress of the performance was stuck at more than 30.00%.

The main reason is that the level he is currently at limits himself. Even if he shows some miraculous abilities, who would pay too much attention to a mere unknown person in the Qi training realm?
Several people stayed in the inn until the Golden Crow set in the west, and the last ray of sunshine sank into the Western Mountain.

knock knock!

"Master Miaoxie, let's set off."

"Here we come." Meng Yuan did not take Manzhu with him this time, but left her in the room, and went to the ghost market alone with Lu Guangming and the other three.

Yu Xing leads the way ahead, and black shadows flash across the night sky from time to time. These are people heading for the ghost market.

"My lords, do you want to dress up a little?" Yu Xing asked. There are a lot of people in the ghost market, and many people will disguise themselves to avoid trouble.

"Ah."

Then the four of them each put on a bamboo hat, which was just a simple disguise.

Not long after, several people, led by Yu Xing, arrived in front of an archway in the south of Yuanzhou City.

"Behind the Zhuangyuan Archway was Gujing Street, but now it's a ghost market."

Sure enough, Meng Yuan watched helplessly as a figure sneaked through the archway, but there was no trace of him on the street inside.

"Let's go."

Lu Guangming took the lead from the front to prevent any sudden danger.

When passing the archway, Meng Yuan suddenly noticed a cold breath that seemed to invade his body from all directions.

Then his eyes dimmed, and the street still looked like that street, but there were many figures on the street, and the rest of the street except for this street seemed distorted and blurred.

The arrival of the four did not attract the attention of the rest of the creatures in the ghost market.

"Where is the carpenter?"

Yu Xing understood and immediately led the way.

The four of them shuttled on the street, some of the shops on both sides were empty, but some of them were picking goods.

Meng Yuan took a casual look and saw that most of them were broken weapons, bones of unknown creatures, and many strange things that he couldn't tell what they were.

"The ghost market is a magical place. Most of the shopkeepers came with the ghost market. They may be from the underworld. There are indeed many treasures." Yu Xing took the initiative when he saw that he was interested in those shops.

"Hasn't anyone thought of robbing those shops?"

Meng Yuan does not believe that the moral level of practitioners who enter the ghost market will be higher than average. It seems that such things as killing people and buying goods for zero yuan must have happened.

Sure enough, Yu Xing was taken aback immediately after hearing this, and hastily persuaded him: "Young Master, please don't have such thoughts, this is the way to die."

The ghost market has been open for who knows how many years, and there is no shortage of daring people.

As far as Yu Xing knew, there was once a great master in the Nascent Soul Realm who fell in love with the treasures in a shop in the ghost market, but he couldn't pay the price and finally grabbed them directly.

Perhaps the Yuanying Master also knew how powerful the ghost market was, so he ran away after robbing, and even crossed the wilderness to the East China Sea. However, he still did not escape the bad luck. He was found by a terrifying existence, had his soul extracted and refined, and his body was turned into a puppet. Exhibits in the store.

Meng Yuan nodded slightly, he naturally didn't have this idea, he was just curious.

"What about the shop opened by the practitioner?"

Why is this guy always staring at other people’s things!Yu Xing thought strangely.

"If you are a robbed practitioner, you won't attract the terrifying existence behind the ghost market, but those who dare to open shops in the ghost market are absolutely extraordinary."

There is no such thing as rent in the ghost market. As long as you are courageous and capable enough, practitioners can also find a place to set up a stall.

And the carpenter is obviously one.

This is a small alley, and puppets of different sizes are piled up on both sides of the alley. Yu Xing called this place Wooden Puppet Alley.

"How dare you come?" a puppet asked, mechanically opening and closing its upper and lower lips, and its eyes vividly expressed anger.

Lu Guangming stepped forward and said: "We have no intention of embarrassing the wooden master, we just want to buy news and return this puppet to you sir."

After that, he directly returned the finger puppet to the woodcutter.

After taking over his puppet, the woodcutter sounded much better: "If you still want to know the employer's information, I advise you not to do it."

"No, I want to know where the members of the Corpse King Sect are hiding?"

click!
Suddenly, all the puppet heads in the alley turned around at the same time and looked at Meng Yuan and the others. Yu Xing's hands and feet were sweating, for fear of starting a fight.

"The Corpse King Sect? Hehe, I'm sorry, you're late. I won't reveal any information about the Corpse King Sect. You can't afford that price." Master Mu didn't refuse, but said they were late.

They were all intelligent people, and they immediately understood what they meant. The members of the Corpse King Sect paid a lot of money to get the carpenter not to reveal their whereabouts!
"Damn it! Master Mu, what price did the Corpse King Sect pay?" Lu Guangming asked unwillingly.

One of the dolls shook his head: "You can't afford it, even if your Jing Yesi's treasury is emptied."

"The Corpse King Sect is the sworn enemy of the imperial court and the other three sects, are you not afraid of offending them?" Zhang Tai asked coldly.

"Oh, I'm so scared, find me and talk about it."

Lu Guangming stopped the quarrel between the two. What price did Shi Wangzong pay to let the carpenter tell the price that even Jing Yesi couldn't afford to evacuate them?

However, this also illustrates the terror of this wood master from the side. Even the Corpse King Sect has to pay a huge price to silence his mouth.

"Then let me change the question. Who was the magistrate of Gaoling County five years ago? Where is he now?" After realizing the horror of Mu Shi, Lu Guangming also changed his mind and asked directly where that person was.

"You have two questions, and they also cost a lot of money." The puppet replied.

"What price?"

"The first question is one thousand catties of gold, and the second question is two thousand catties of gold. If there are treasures of equal value, that's fine."

Three thousand catties of gold!
Lu Guangming was completely shocked. His annual salary was only more than a catty of gold, and the rest of the pills, silver, etc. were not included. This guy really dared to speak.

Of course, Mu Shi must have deliberately killed them. Lu Guangming could not and could not agree to it. Mu Shi would definitely not tell him about the fake county magistrate easily, so he had to change his direction.

"Another question, how many people have sold dark horses in the black market in the past ten years?"

"Hey, this is a simple question, ten pounds of gold."

"One pound!"

"Nine catties."

"."

"Five pounds."

"Deal! There are very few dark horses, no more than three times in ten years, all sold by the same person, and I will send you a free message. It is now on the black market, and a dark horse will be sold tonight."

(End of this chapter)