Dimensional red envelope group of modern spiritual planters

Ma Laosan, or Ma Xiaosan, is a man who has been living in various areas of Province y. He makes a living by selling goods in disguise and setting up street stalls. He believes in the principle of changing a place with one shot. He has never missed a shot for so many years. This time , but still lost.

It was defeated by two people who obviously couldn't use common sense to estimate.

"I, Ma Laosan, have been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and I have never made any mistakes. How did you find my flaws?"

Ma Laosan stood there, but didn't run away, just looking for an answer.

In these years, in order to be able to pretend to be a fairy-like old man, it can be said that he has done a lot of homework, watched many movies, and observed many old people walking on the street, and finally managed to pretend to be in this state today.

Just in case, I found a way out for myself and made a disguise.

But now it has failed, and it is still a mess.

There must be something wrong.

"Did you put a tracker on me?"

Ma Laosan looked vigilant, and began to grope all over his body, but found nothing.

"Have you located my phone?"

He took out his mobile phone and saw nothing unusual.

But it's interesting to see his vigilant appearance.

"Brother, you must have watched too many gangster movies."

"What do you know! Art comes from life!"

In this short period of time, Chen Heng has basically figured out the character of Ma Laosan, and by the way, his family background.

To be honest, there really aren't many good things on Ma Laosan's street stall, most of them are used to fool young girls.

He positioned himself very precisely, that is to sell things to those little girls, and the things on the booth are all the little things that increase the luck of love, there are peach blossom charms from Taoism, and some are consecrated by self-proclaimed eminent monks Jade pendants, even amulets that are said to raise ghosts in Thailand, and even pink crystals in the West.

This is simply a mixed hodgepodge of Chinese and Western.

Chen Heng looked at the things here, "Your preparations are really comprehensive."

"No way, the little girls nowadays are too smart to be fooled."

Speaking of this, Ma Laosan burst into pride, "I'm different from other people. The things I have here are all genuine goods at a fair price. I asked for it sincerely."

This is something he has always been proud of.

Ma Laosan has always been adhering to the business principle of expensive and not expensive, and he doesn't sell many things, but the price is not low.

Every time you sell something, you have to pick out the target group before you start.

As the saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you can eat for three years after opening.

Unfortunately, this time, I missed it.

Originally, he looked at Chen Heng and Feng Yi. Although they were male and female, he did not discriminate against them. Naturally, he had to earn money if he could earn money. Who would have thought that this would fall.

Chen Heng looked down at the things on Ma Laosan's booth, not to mention, they were all "good things".

It's just that these things should not appear here, in the hands of ordinary people.

"Mr. Feng, isn't the association monitoring, why haven't these things been detected?"

"Volatility is too low to detect."

This 5000-year-old culture is no joke. If the existence of this kind of fluctuation can be detected, wouldn't the people in their association be too busy?

This kind of gadget with a little bit of spirituality is not very effective and harmless, and most people don't care about it.

It's like a cultivator selling peach blossom charms online, no one will care about such trivial matters.

Only when the fluctuation exceeds a certain range, will someone come to the door.

"Then I was just two spirit-gathering grasses back then, and people came to my door as soon as they were planted, and the spiritual energy fluctuations were not very high."

Speaking of this, Feng Yi's eyes were a little erratic.

He touched his nose and said, "Because that area is very close to where I live, it is considered a key monitoring area."

This Feng Yi is the only phoenix after all, so it can be regarded as cherishing animals. Although the value of force is beyond the charts, it must be taken care of carefully, right?

"So, Mr. Feng, we two are quite destined."

Chen Heng and Feng Yi talked as if no one was watching, which deeply hurt Ma Laosan.

These days, no matter who can really show affection in front of others, how angry.

"You two, stop chatting and talk about something serious."

Ma Laosan was expressionless.

It was only then that Chen Heng realized that he had strayed from the topic. He coughed twice and said, "Where did you get the things here?"

"Business secrets, no comment."

Ma Laosan had a grim expression on his face.

Chen Heng was not in a hurry, coaxed out the jade pendant from Gou Mang, and asked, "Did you sell this thing from you?"

Obviously, Ma Laosan's focus is not here, "Dolls, can dolls move?"

"How many times have I said, I am not a doll!"

Jumang looked irritable.

Seeing that it could still talk, Ma Laosan was not afraid at all, but was very excited, "Big brother, how do you sell this thing? Let me ask you for a price. It looks so cute, there must be little girls who like it, but the temper is a bit bad, As long as you train it well, it will definitely sell for a lot of money.”

Jumang: ...

Watch me show you a bear face!

Chen Heng grabbed the irritable Gou Mang, stuffed it into his backpack, and cast a silencing spell.

The world is quiet.

"Think about it, do you want to talk?"

this……

Ma Laosan's eyeballs rolled around, and there was something wrong when he saw it.

"Mr. Feng, I think it's better to use the soul search technique, don't delay our lunch."

Soul search?

"Impossible. In today's society, all feudal superstitions are opposed. How could you do something as unscientific as soul searching? You are lying to me, right?"

Ma Laosan's voice trembled slightly, was it to embolden himself?

"Yes, yes, we won't. Take it easy, just take it down, it won't hurt."

Feng Yi is also ready, ready to do it.

"Ma Laosan, you can collect these things, you can't be considered ignorant of our world, right? As for the matter, I advise you to tell us earlier, otherwise, our means are beyond your imagination."

As soon as Chen Heng finished speaking, a ball of fire condensed from Feng Yi's hands, which looked very intimidating.

Ma Laosan was completely shocked, and told everything he knew like a bean.

All these things he got from the black market in province y, where he has a long-term partner, who shows up every three months and contacts at a fixed time and place.

Although they have cooperated for such a long time, Ma Laosan doesn't know the origin and identity of this person.

After hearing Ma Laosan's words, Chen Heng was speechless, "You are quite cautious in this deal."

"No way, small business, living on food."

In order to earn money, it is not easy for Ma Laosan. On the surface, he runs a second-hand store and collects things from street to street. People have seen through.

All in all, it's not easy.

Ma Laosan was used to crying poor, and couldn't help crying to Chen Heng, but it was a pity that Chen Heng was unmoved.

"How long is it until the next transaction?"

"It's only two days, next Monday, the first day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Then we'll see you next Monday. Don't even think about running, and don't even think about reporting. You won't want to know our methods."

Before Chen Heng left, he patted a talisman on Ma Laosan.

As soon as the talisman touched his body, it turned into a golden light and disappeared.

"You, you, what is this?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Chen Heng smiled at Ma Laosan, turned and left.

Ma Laosan stood there, terrified, not even daring to move.

It was not until a long time later that he carefully moved his steps and moved around the house slowly.

Not to mention going out to set up street stalls, even second-hand stores are closed.

Chen Heng started laughing non-stop since he walked out of Ma Laosan's place, "Mr. Feng, you were really too good just now, and what you did just now scared Ma Laosan into stupidity."

"Each each other."

"Assignment and acceptance."

Chen Heng also had an idea just now, and casually used spiritual energy to transform a talisman. This thing looks tall, but it is actually just an illusion.

Anyway, it won't do anything, at best, it's just scaring people.

After the two finished their tasks, they went back to find Bai Ze.

When Bai Ze heard Chen Heng say that the person was found, he couldn't help but hold onto Chen Heng's hand tightly, "Chen Xiaoheng, are you interested in working in the association? Five insurances and one housing fund, favorable treatment, food and housing, and distribution objects .”

Chen Heng: ...

"He's not going."

Feng Yi saw that Chen Heng was embarrassed, and decisively refused for him.

Bai Ze had a look of regret.

"Okay then, let's work together again when we have a chance."

This Chen Heng can be said to be Tiandao's own son, his luck is not ordinary, and everything goes smoothly for him.

Such a person must be on good terms.

After chatting, it is natural to talk about the business. Regarding the black market in province y, the association has more detailed information.

This kind of gray area, even if the regulations are strict, there will always be loopholes of one kind or another.

"This time, I will arrange people to take care of it, you can go at ease."

"You don't need to respond. If someone notices it, it will be bad."

With Feng Yi, a man with a force value beyond the charts, what could go wrong?

Chen Heng decisively rejected Bai Ze.

On the day of the action, he regretted his decision.

This black market in Province Y is worthy of its name. The market opens at midnight, and the roads are pitch black with no street lights. The sellers light an oil lamp at their stalls, and if they want to buy something, they communicate with the seller in a low voice.

The entire street is very quiet, and the environment looks very strange.

Chen Heng followed Feng Yi's side with a calm face, but his hands held onto Feng Yi's clothes.

There is no way, as a cultivator, although he is not afraid of ghosts, he is really afraid of the dark.