Artifacts to cultivate immortals

Chapter 89
Xiao Meng kept urging Mu Ping'er in the bottle, but Mu Ping'er was very patient. The treasure Xiao Meng said was a stone pressed against a rag.

But with the shrewdness of a monk, if she showed half interest in the stone, the owner of the vendor might immediately make the lion open his mouth.

She picked up those talismans and elixir, and after careful clues, she seemed to be interested in the elixir, but she put it down quickly.

She pretended to inadvertently picked up the worn-out ancient book, flipped through it carefully, and then put it down pretendingly.

The monk saw that his dilapidated booth had attracted the attention of a disciple of the sect, and he was extremely nervous. Was there something good that he hadn't found?

When he saw this female disciple of the Danding Sect, he looked over everything he had.

"Friend Daoist, can I ask you some questions?"

Seeing the monk staring at her, Mu Ping'er knew that the monk might have seen through the things she wanted to get in this booth, but she was determined to get these crumbs.

"Excuse me." The monk also pretended to say casually.

"That's right, what should I do if I want to set up a stall?"

While talking, Mu Ping'er secretly glanced at the rags on the stall, and then quickly looked away, all of which was seen by the monk.

"You only need to go to the City Lord's Mansion to get a sign, and then you can set up a stall."

"Can that booth be transferred?" Mu Ping'er pretended to be curious and asked, sneaking a few glances at the rag.

"Of course, you only need the owner of the booth to transfer the sign, because this booth is charged according to the time, and whoever takes the sign will pay the fee."

The cultivator didn't hide this point, after all, it only needs to be asked casually.

"Then fellow daoist, I really like the number of your booth, and I also have some things that I want to sell, so you can directly transfer the booth to me, and I will buy all the things on the booth, and you can set a price." Mu Ping'er speak up.

"Do you want this booth, or something from my booth?"

The monk was a little vigilant and a little moved. After all, the things in this stall were only leftovers from his sale, but he was afraid that his eyesight would be poor and he might not find any good things, so he asked hesitantly.

"I think the number of this booth is my lucky number, so I want it. As for the things in your booth, I just bought them by the way."

Mu Ping'er opened his mouth again and pretended to be a proud disciple of the sect: "I'm too lazy to go to the City Lord's Mansion to buy a new brand."

"One hundred spirit stones?" the monk asked tentatively. After all, according to his understanding, what might be missing from this booth is that ancient book or that piece of rag.

Especially seeing that the female nun's gaze secretly looked at the rag a few times, he guessed that the female nun's target was probably the rag, and he had already figured out how to deal with it.

Although no matter whether it is an ancient book or a rag, he has asked someone to appraise it, and they all say that there is nothing special, but who knows, maybe the person he hired has insufficient vision?

"Okay. I'll make a deal. I'll give you the spirit stone and me the sign. Let's go." Mu Ping'er immediately agreed, with a sense of joy, and immediately handed the spirit stone to the monk.

"Wait a minute." The monk smiled slyly and pulled out the rag.

"I only promised to transfer the stall token and the things on the stall to you, but I didn't promise to transfer to you the rags I used to set up the stall."

"You are so unreasonable, you clearly said that everything on the booth will be given to me." Mu Ping'er pretended to be angry, "Aren't you afraid that I will sue the management office?"

After the monk saw Mu Ping'er's reaction, he believed that the purpose of Mu Ping'er was this rag, and said with a smile.

"Fairy, you bought all the things on the stall that you said yourself, and this rag is not counted as something on the stall, right? It doesn't matter where you sue, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, the monk rolled up the rags and turned around to leave. Mu Ping'er put away the ancient books, earth and rocks, talismans and elixir, and said angrily, "It's unreasonable."

Mu Ping'er didn't go to the management office to cancel the wooden sign. She planned to set up a stall in two days and still use it.

This wooden token can be regarded as an exquisite magic weapon. It will automatically display how long it will expire. If there is no renewal after the expiration, it will automatically call the police, and then the law enforcement officers of Xianqing City will come to take back the token.

Mu Ping'er left the market pretending to be ashamed and angry. Naturally, the cultivator who set up the stall saw it, and he became more and more convinced that his rag was a treasure. Others couldn't see it because they were blind.

He didn't expect that the real treasures in his booth were the few stones he used to crush the cloth.

"Xiaomeng, what are these broken stones?" After returning to the residence, Mu Ping'er couldn't help asking.

"This is not some broken stone, these clods contain fragments of soil fragments." What Xiao Meng said surprised Mu Ping'er.

"The soil fragments are actually broken? Then how do you get them back?" Mu Ping'er felt a little headache thinking about this.

"No, you only need to find the main part of the soil fragments. These soil fragments only contain a small amount of soil fragments. Throw these soil fragments into the fortune bottle." Xiaomeng urged.

Mu Ping'er threw these small clods of soil into the creation bottle, but after a while, a small spiritual field grew in the center of the green liquid lake. It was really a small piece, so small that only one or two spiritual plants could be planted. Plant it.

"Is this what you mean by being able to grow spiritual plants?" Mu Ping'er stared dumbfounded at the spiritual field, which was not as big as a square table.

"It's just the residue of soil fragments. It's not bad to be able to grow such a piece. Let me help you plant seedlings that remember the boundless flower. Among the spiritual plants you have collected so far, only the boundless flower has some value." Xiaomeng Said with a look of disgust.

"Huh, this book?" Xiao Meng suddenly asked in surprise.

"Is this a torn book?" Mu Ping'er took the ancient book to Xiaomeng, "I've read it, it's just an ordinary ancient book."

"No, this ancient book has interlayers." Xiaomeng said.

"This mezzanine is very ingenious, and it's made with a special technique. If I hadn't been so close to this book and had a sense of what's inside the mezzanine, I would never have discovered it, or ordinary people would not have been able to find it."

Mu Ping'er stared dumbfounded at Xiao Meng's dismantling of the book, and pulled out a silk scarf as thin as a cicada's wing from the spine of the book.

No wonder ordinary people can't find it. At most, ordinary people just look to see if there is something strange on the title page or cover. The mechanism of this book is actually made in the spine.

"But there's nothing on it?" Mu Ping'er looked at the square handkerchief made of unknown material, and asked in confusion.

"If I hadn't been sensitive to this material, I would never have discovered this mechanism." Xiaomeng said triumphantly.

(End of this chapter)