I couldn't go undercover, so I had to marry a demon saint

Chapter 47 Fellow Taoist, please explain in detail

Shen Bulang left the Danding Pavilion under Su Wanyu's reluctant and resentful gaze.

The depressed energy that had been suppressed for a long time was released. He now felt that the sky was particularly clear and he felt relaxed physically and mentally.

Because he didn't know if other shops would have the trap of bundling sales like Dan Ding Ge, Shen Bulang decided to go to the black market to have a look to avoid stepping on the trap.

It's definitely not because he's temporarily soft.

"The Wild Demon Sect is really corrupt!"

Shen Bulang cursed secretly, in the future, he will come to Fangshi more often to rectify the atmosphere here, not thinking about improving the quality of the treasures, but thinking about reducing the quality of the treasures all day long.
If things go on like this, who can not lose weight?
The Magic Jade Bead on his body only had the last number of uses left, and Shen Bulang used it up as expected. Before entering the black market, he transformed into a black-clothed youth with an indifferent expression.

Compared with those shops, it is much cheaper here.

There are even a lot of strange objects, waiting for people with wisdom (injustice) eyes (big) knowledge (head) pearls to try their luck and gamble.

Most of these objects were unearthed from famous mountains and rivers and are not from the contemporary spiritual world.

Therefore, no one can name many things, let alone identify their uses.

The stall owner himself was too lazy to figure out how to use it, or after trying it out, he thought it was useless, so he used it to trick people.

Shen Bulang walked around and was thinking about how to allocate the spirit stones. Should he buy another magic jade bead and then get a few talismans, or directly buy a medium-grade shape-changing spirit treasure.

Suddenly stopped in front of a booth.

[Trigger Adventure: Wisdom Eyes and Beads]

[Fortunate luck from the sky, you found a small piece of incomplete claw skin of an ancient alien beast mirage, which can be attached to the body and can change its appearance at will]

The stall owner was a strong man with a dark complexion, and he specialized in selling relics unearthed from famous mountains and great rivers. However, if more people were deceived, the business would be sluggish.

All the regular customers of Youzhufang avoid him.

Others can occasionally miss one or two, but this black-faced guy is completely a swindler. He just used some rags to make up for it, and even cracked tiles in the city. "Bricks to mend the sky."

"I'm going to fuck!"

This is the only evaluation that everyone has on this person.

The arrival of Shen Bulang made the black-faced burly man jump up suddenly, smiling like a chrysanthemum blooming: "This fellow Taoist, what treasure do you see here?"

The stall owners and buyers around all cast sympathetic glances, but no one was willing to remind them kindly, after all, it didn't care about their own affairs.

There were more than one or two people tricked by him.

Many stall owners among them have been cheated.

However, the strength of the black-faced brawny man in the late stage of the Linghai Realm crushed their stall, and there was no way to settle the score.

Now seeing someone taking the bait again, they are happy to see Shen Bulang slumped, and they can feel a little more balanced in their hearts.

Seeing the gazes of the people around him, Shen Bulang immediately understood that the stall owner in front of him was a huge hole, but the "adventure" prompted by the system could not be wrong.

Before he could speak, the black-faced monk spoke first. He first glanced at the surrounding monks, making them look away, and then smiled honestly.

"Fellow daoist, don't be misled by them. They are just jealous of my good business and my many treasures. No matter which one you like, you can choose the one you like. The price is 50%. All of them are [-] low-grade spirit stones."

Shen Bulang asked seriously: "Fellow Daoist, are you sure that no matter what I choose, I only need 50 low-grade spirit stones?"

The black-faced monk patted his chest and laughed heartily: "In this area, who doesn't know the reputation of my Ximen Yi? Just say the same thing, if it is 50 low-grade spirit stones, it is 50 low-grade spirit stones."

Shen Bulang nodded, then pointed to the tattered fur under everything: "I want this."

"This rock?"

Ximen Yi thought that Shen Bulang was referring to a white and yellow mottled stone the size of a fist, picked it up as a gesture, and felt contemptuous in his heart, never thought that this kid would be so easy to kill.

Others will at least blindly choose from a few, but you can choose at a glance.
Shen Bulang knew that Ximen Yi would definitely get it wrong, and what he wanted was this effect. He reached out to take it and squeezed it. Suddenly, thick juice flowed out of the white and yellow mottled stone, which was more like a fruit.

Ximen Yi rolled his eyes and lowered his voice and said: "Taoist friendly eyes. This thing was accidentally obtained from a ruins of the famous mountain 'Double Dragons Playing with Phoenix'. Although it looks like a stone, it is extremely soft."

At the place where I found it, I saw an incomplete ancient stele, which seemed to have been described vaguely, even in ancient times, the origin of this object was unknown.

The seniors in the practice world speculated that this object was probably swallowed by the ancient ostrich and used to digest food, so it may contain the supernatural powers of the ostrich.

Fellow Taoist, buy it and do some research, I'm sure you'll have some enlightenment!The magical power is the art of changing the world and changing the world that can only be seen by monks in the heaven and human realm. Even if you understand one or two of the ten secrets, you can make your fellow Taoists invincible in the same realm! "

Ximen Yi said it vividly, and the monks around couldn't help laughing out loud, what the fuck you said seemed to be true, but Ximen Yi gave him a glare and immediately fell silent.

Shen Bulang's eyes also twitched.

[The art of recognizing monsters: Broken eggs of fried chickens, a special breed prepared on a whim by a master chicken breeder. When you eat them, your mouth will be full of juice, so it is called "exploded chicken"]

Damn it, if I hadn't been aware of the magic, I would have been stunned by what you said.

Dare to feel that the thick juice flowing out is the egg white of this fried chicken!

Shen Bulang showed a believing expression on his face, exaggerated and whispered, as if he was shocked by heaven: "Really?"

"Hush, fellow Taoist, you know this, I know it, God knows it, and the earth knows it. Don't reveal it, otherwise you may be killed."

Shen Bulang cooperated with a dignified look, and approached him and said, "Okay, fellow daoist, I bought this thing, but the thick juice leaked out of my hands, you wrap something for me, I don't want to throw it into the storage bag Dirty the inside of the storage bag."

"Huh? No problem"

Ximen Yi looked overjoyed. This culprit believed him so much. Wasn't he too easy to deceive?
Immediately, he wanted to find something to wrap Shen Bulang up.

But Shen Bulang stopped his movement, and said casually: "Why don't you use the skin of your cushion to wrap it for me? I see it is placed on that cushion, but it hasn't leaked out, so it should be able to cover it."

"Use this bag?"

Ximen Yi squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Bulang with a half-smile, which made Shen Bulang feel like he was being seen through everything at this moment, and his whole body felt like needles pricking him.

But in a blink of an eye, the creepy feeling of being spied on disappeared, replaced by the bustling flow of people on both sides and the sound of eager discussions.

Shen Bulang raised his eyes, Ximen Yi looked as usual, with a gentle smile, and waved his big hand heartily.

"It's easy to say, then I'll give it to you, fellow daoist."

With that said, he took away the fur on the ground and handed it to Shen Bulang.

Could it be that he is weak or hallucinating?

Shen Bulang was puzzled, and confirmed that the state of Ximen Yi displayed on the system panel was "Late Spirit Sea Realm", and stared at Ximen Yi without moving.

"Fellow daoist, fellow daoist?"

Ximen Yi waved the fur in his hand, his expression not very good: "No more?"

"No, think of something."

Shen Bulang smiled, shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, took the mirage claw skin, wrapped the broken eggs of the fried chicken, and paid 50 low-grade spiritual stones.

Ximen Yi took it over, this time he replaced it with a piece of ordinary fur, and put it back on the bottom: "Fellow Daoist, do you want to buy some more? I still have ancient marrow washing liquid, broken fragments of Taoist artifacts, and the key to the Daoist Cave Mansion." token"

"No need for now, I'm just more interested in this."

Ximen Yi was very regretful: "Hey, it seems that fellow Taoists are no longer interested in this volume of Nine Spring and Eight Palaces. It is said that this is a technique developed by a powerful Taoist couple in modern times to survive a hundred battles."

Shen Bulang paused, walked back backwards, turned around, and said seriously, "Fellow Daoist, please elaborate."

(End of this chapter)