The Legend of Muxian

Chapter 875 740 seven, haunted house
After Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao left the gate of hell, they did not rush back to Tianzhu City, but went to the trading market at the junction of Chenzhou and Demon Realm. How lively.

Although this trading market has no city walls, its scale is not inferior to some small towns in the spiritual world of Jiuzhou. There are several streets criss-crossing. Since the houses here are generally constructed of dark-colored materials, it looks a bit gloomy at first glance. of.

Looking at those ferocious demon cultivators on the street, and those who were bloodthirsty, eager to sell, or with ulterior motives, Ning Xin frowned, and sighed in her heart, the cultivators who dare to come here have to cultivate In addition to being profound, it is estimated that one must have a strong psychology.

"This trading market was formed freely. At first, it was for monks and magicians to exchange some cultivation resources. Since there are several high-quality refining materials and some magic plants that monks can use in the Demon Realm, it can be used here from time to time. See the monks of the other eight continent domains.

Later, with the expansion of this trading market, some demon cultivators who were not accepted by the Nine Continent monks in the spiritual world and some demon cultivators who were kicked out of the Demon Realm came to live here. land.

And because this place belongs to the no matter area, some dirty transactions are often carried out here, so you have to be very careful here, if you don't pay attention, you may be calculated, ranging from losing money to losing your life! "

Dongfang Ao explained to Ning Xin from time to time, while looking around cautiously.

After coming to the trading market, Ning Xin adjusted her cultivation to the middle stage of Mahayana.

Seeing that both of them are Mahayana monks, and one of them is a sword cultivator, the eyes of those secretly prying them in the trading market circled around them and then turned away.

Who can be messed with and who can't be messed with, the monks and demon cultivators living here only have a ruler in their hearts!
"Sister Ning Xin, the demon energy in the air has faded. Is it because the ghost fire in the gate of hell has weakened?" This trading market is located in the center of the junction between Chenzhou and Demon Realm, not far from the gate of hell.

"Hmm! There should be a large demon mine under the gate of hell. The burning of the ghost fire has accelerated the volatilization of the demon energy in the demon mine." Ning Xin nodded, looking around with faint doubts in her eyes.

Dongfang Ao and Ning Xin found an inn opened by a monk, which seemed to be quite bright, and walked in. Everything in this place was dark in color, and it looked very depressing!
Seeing the two coming in, a middle-aged male cultivator in the late stage of Mahayana greeted him with a simple and honest face, "May I ask you two to eat or stay in the hotel?"

"Eat and stay!"

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away!"

After the middle-aged male cultivator left, Dongfang Ao sighed, "I didn't expect that all the guys here are Mahayana monks!"

"This inn is the most eye-catching in the entire trading market, and the boss behind it probably has a lot of power!" Ning Xin said indifferently, her eyes shuttled back and forth in the inn to inquire, and the doubts in her eyes became more and more intense.

Seeing the middle-aged male cultivator walking over again with a smile, Ning Xin asked, "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of the sore outbreak in the eastern part of Chenzhou?"

"Of course I've heard of it. Because of the canker sore epidemic, business in the entire trading market has been very bleak during this period!"

"This place is so close to the east of Chenzhou, will it also be infected with the canker sore epidemic?"

Hearing Ning Xin's question, Dongfang Ao's expression changed, and he suddenly understood why Ning Xin's eyes had been filled with doubts since he came here.

It stands to reason that this place is so close to the gate of hell, the poisonous gas can definitely float here, and the monks will definitely wear the spirit purification flower here, but they almost visited the trading market, and they didn't see any poisoned monks , this is so wrong!
The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, and he immediately said with a smile, "Don't worry, you two, the sore epidemic will not spread here!"

"Why?" Dongfang Ao asked calmly.

"Because of the Chenzhou enchantment, the enchantment will definitely block the spread of the sore epidemic! You two, have you never been to the east of Chenzhou?" The middle-aged monk asked nervously.

"No, we came from the south!" Dongfang Ao said without a moment's pause. Although the eastern part of Chenzhou is the closest to the Demon Realm, the junction between Chenzhou and the Demon Realm can be reached from the north or south of Chenzhou.

"That's good, that's good!" The middle-aged monk seemed relieved.

"Why, fellow daoist asked like that, is he afraid that we will spread the sore epidemic here?" Ning Xin asked lightly, her expression fluctuating a little. Could the person who put the white crystal into the gap be in this trading market? Woolen cloth?
"To tell you the truth, I do have this kind of worry. I heard that many monks in the eastern part of Chenzhou died because of this!" The middle-aged monk seemed a little embarrassed.

"We look like infected with a malignant sore?" Ning Xin raised her eyebrows.

"Don't you know? When monks are infected with canker sores, the epidemic usually doesn't happen immediately, and they will wait for a while before it happens!"

"There is such a thing!" Dongfang Ao glanced at Ning Xin, knowing that she wanted to find out about this matter, and then his expression changed, and he said anxiously, "Oh no, sister Ning Xin, didn't we meet a few when we were in the south? Is it a monk from the eastern part of Chenzhou? Will we be infected with sores?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ning Xin's mouth, which was fleeting, and she looked at Dongfang Ao with a serious face, "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a few days on the same road, and we won't be infected with our cultivation base."

"Fellow Daoist, I have to tell you about this, the infection of malignant sores has nothing to do with the level of cultivation!"

"Even so, it's been so long and we've been fine, which means we're not infected. Let's put our hearts in our stomachs!" Ning Xin comforted Dongfang Ao, who looked a little anxious.

"Fellow Daoist, don't think so. I heard that a monk contracted a canker sore for several months before it flared up. He died within half a day after the flare-up!" The middle-aged male cultivator said with some fear.

"Sister Ning Xin, shall we?" Dongfang Ao asked in a panic.

"No!" Ning Xin frowned, and said in a deep voice, her tone was full of uncertainty.

"Two fellow daoists, I have a way to determine whether you have infected sores!"

"What way?" Dongfang Ao asked excitedly, and quickly met Ning Xin's eyes.

"There is an old ghost with very good medical skills in the trading market. You only need to inquire about him on the street. He is very famous here. He will definitely be able to detect whether you have infected sores, but..." The middle-aged male cultivator looked a little embarrassed.

"But what, tell me quickly?" Dongfang Ao asked hastily.

"Senior Ghost's temper is a little weird. He usually doesn't know how to diagnose and treat ordinary people."

"Don't you know them? You can help us say good things, don't worry, after the matter is done, your benefits will definitely be indispensable!"

"Then I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee the result!"

"it is good!"

After seeing the middle-aged male cultivator leaving briskly, both Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao sneered.

"Good acting!"

"People are really unpredictable!"

The two spoke at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled.

In the next two days, the middle-aged male cultivator told them with a troubled face that the old ghost was developing new medicines these days, and no one was seen, and they needed to wait.

A few days later, Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao seemed a little impatient, and began to inquire about the old ghost in the trading market.

"Why are you looking for Elder Gui?" In a shop selling pills, the proprietress looked back and forth between Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao.

"I heard that old man Gui is very skilled in medicine, we want to seek medical treatment from him!" Dongfang Ao said without changing his face.

"The ghost old man lives in a haunted house on the innermost street of the trading market, you will find out if you go there and ask!"

"Haunted house?" This ghost always lives in a haunted house, which suits him well!

Looking at the completely pitch-black courtyard in front of them, even if the door was closed tightly, the cold air could not be prevented from spreading, Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao looked a little serious.

"This house really is a veritable haunted house!" Dongfang Ao exclaimed.

"Let's go back to the inn!"

(End of this chapter)