Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

When Mo Fan paid the spirit stone and stepped into the original ruined temple again, everything in front of him changed.

The scene in Fangshi surprised him. It was not the courtyard he saw just now, but a huge underground space.

If it weren't for the cave wall and dome above the head, this place would be more like a valley, a valley underground!

There are many tall attics in the valley, as well as many stalls.

The casual cultivators who had been staying outside also entered the market one after another at this time, and then began to set up stalls on both sides of the road.

As these casual cultivators set up stalls, two more female cultivators in red soon appeared. Mo Fan discovered that the red robes on these two female cultivators were the same style as those on the two boys and girls at the door. and material.

Obviously, these two female nuns are also from this city.

The reason for their appearance was very simple, just to collect stall fees. This made Mo Fan feel a little funny and also a little familiar.

He had often encountered such positions in his previous life, but now he could also encounter them in the world of cultivating immortals. It was indeed a bit different.

He looked carefully and saw that each stall handed over two spiritual stones. If there were no spiritual stones, they would be replaced by inferior spiritual plants.

But when Mo Fan glanced at the hundreds of stalls in the valley, he was a little surprised and asked: "There didn't seem to be so many people when we were outside, right?"

"Yes, there are many people here who did not just enter, but entered a few days in advance. As long as they pay two spirit stones to Fangshi every day as stall fees and protection fees, Fangshi will naturally ignore their presence here. How long do you want to stay in there?"

Lu Tanchan nodded, and at the same time raised his hand to point to a tall building not far away, and said with a smile: "Look, there is everything here!"

"Not only are there businesses and transactions, but you can also relax and unwind. There are even Goulan and inns, so usually people who enter this place will be reluctant to leave without spending all their spiritual stones. "

Hearing this, Mo Fan was stunned and looked in the direction the guy was pointing. Sure enough, he saw several red lanterns hanging on the building in the distance, and there were also some women with heavy makeup standing at the fence upstairs to greet guests.

"There is actually a place for romance in this city?"

Mo Fan was surprised and immediately asked: "Are these women also monks?"

"Of course, there are not only human monks, but also quite hot female fairies!"

Lu Tantan said with a mean smile on his face, and then said: "Okay, I have to go and have some fun first. You can go shopping by yourself first. We'll meet here when the bell rings!"

"When the bell rings?"

Mo Fan frowned slightly, not quite understanding the meaning of this sentence. Just when he was about to ask, he saw that guy Lu Tantan had already run away.

Seeing this, Mo Fan had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, and then started shopping at the stalls on both sides of the road.

“Don’t miss it if you’re passing by. The fresh ginseng has just come out of the oven. The yellow-level quality is worth having!!”

As soon as Mo Fan squatted down at a grocery stall, he heard a shouting sound not far away, which immediately attracted his attention.

Yellow grade ginseng?

Mo Fan's eyes brightened slightly, this is a good thing!

He hurriedly walked over, only to see that the stall was already crowded with people in such a short time.

"Where's the yellow-level ginseng? How do you sell it?"

Someone spoke and got straight to the point.

"Huh? I'm sorry, the yellow-level spiritual ginseng was just bought by a Taoist friend, but I still have some low-grade spiritual herbs in my stall. Everyone can take a look!"

The stall owner is a young and strong man in his early thirties, wearing a straw hat at the moment with a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Tch! Without the yellow-level spiritual ginseng, I'm a fool!"

The man who spoke just now snorted coldly, then turned and left.

But even so, there are still quite a few people choosing their favorite spiritual herbs in front of the stall.

Mo Fan also took the opportunity to squeeze in front of the stall and found that although the stall was not big, there were more than ten spiritual grasses on it, almost all of which were common wild mountain polygonatum. There were also a few unknown spiritual fruits, which were exuding... Light fragrance.

Mo Fan sensed it for a while, and indeed he detected some spiritual energy on these spiritual plants, but it was true that they were not fake.

This was the first time he saw so many spiritual herbs placed together, and he immediately asked: "Fellow Taoist, how do you sell all the spiritual herbs in this stall?"

"These wild ginseng and polygonatum are worth three low-grade spiritual stones each. As for the ice fruit, they are more expensive. Each one is worth five low-grade spiritual stones. Which spiritual plants do you want?"

Seeing someone asking again, the seller immediately smiled and acted very enthusiastic.

"I think the entry price in this market is only two low-grade spiritual stones or one spiritual grass, but the spiritual grass in your stall requires three low-grade spiritual stones. Fellow Taoist, you are deceiving me because I don't understand the market. Really?" Mo Fan frowned slightly and looked at the seller.

The seller was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. He looked at Mo Fan for a long time and then asked: "Fellow Taoist, is this your first time in this Broken Temple City?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Mo Fan frowned.

"Fellow Taoist, don't mind, I have no other intentions, but it seems that this is your first time in this broken temple market, so you don't know much about the true value of spiritual grass.

That is to say, there are so many people here, so I only sell three spiritual stones. The real low-end spiritual grass can be sold for at least five spiritual stones outside.

As for the reason why the admission price you said is cheaper, fellow Taoist, is not because the spiritual grass is not valuable, but because the market owner here did it deliberately, so that the monks who are nervous can use the spiritual grass in exchange. "

"So that's how it is..."

After the seller's explanation, Mo Fan gradually understood and realized that he had been reckless. He looked at the stall and saw that there were still six spiritual grasses and three ice fruits left.

As for the other spiritual plants that had already been bought by other people, he immediately said without hesitation: "I want all these things on your stall!"

"what?!"

The seller seemed to have heard wrongly and asked again: "Fellow Taoist, are you sure you want it?"

Mo Fan nodded, opened his mouth and spit out thirty-three spiritual stones, wrapped them in demonic energy and placed them on the stall.

"Okay, Fellow Taoist is indeed a cheerful person!"

The seller immediately beamed with joy when he saw the spirit stones. With a wave of his hand, he rolled all the spirit stones on the stall into a palm-sized cloth bag around his waist.

Mo Fan was a little surprised when he saw this and asked: "Fellow Taoist, this bag is extraordinary. It is only as big as a palm, but it can hold so many spiritual stones. Could it be what you humans call a magic weapon?"

"Yes, this bag is called a storage bag. It is indeed a means for us monks to store things. However, in terms of storage ability, it must be a demon cultivator like fellow Taoist who can refine the bag with his mouth. But it makes me and other monks very envious."

The seller smiled and spoke. He had already seen that the generous buyer in front of him was a monster.

If it were possible to fight with swords outside, there was no need to fight to the death here, and he felt that this monster seemed to be rich. If he could gain his friendship, he might be able to get this monster to buy more when he came to sell goods next time. a little.

"So this magic weapon is called a storage bag, which is quite interesting." Mo Fan nodded after hearing this.

"Actually, this storage bag is sold in this market, but the price is a bit expensive, one costs fifty low-grade spiritual stones!

Therefore, you demon cultivators are much more comfortable. Except for the necessary spiritual energy, which you need to find a way to get, you almost don't have to worry about other cultivation resources. Even the magical powers are innately known. "The seller said with some envy.

In response, Mo Fan just smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, he opened his mouth and took all the spiritual plants on the stall into his body. Then he bowed his hand to the seller and said, "Thank you for letting me know. It's time for me to leave."

After that, Mo Fan turned around and left. He didn't want to get too involved with a strange human monk. Who knew whether the other person was good or bad?

After leaving this stall, Mo Fan walked around several stalls, and finally squatted down in front of a stall full of talismans.

He recognized this kind of talisman. It was quite similar to the talisman of the human scholar Qin Changsheng before, but the talisman patterns on it seemed a little different.

The seller is a young man, but his eyes are covered with a thick layer of gauze, making him look like a blind man.

"Fellow Taoist, did you draw all these talismans?"