The Monk

Chapter 601 Conflict

Seeing that he couldn't find out what was going on, Yan Gang looked at his three junior brothers and spoke to Zhang Awei: "In that case, let's speed up. We will arrive at the shopping mall in about two hours." He was worried about the long nights and dreams, so he planned to go earlier. Get rid of Zhang fear.

Zhang Ping didn't want to go so early, but seeing that Yan Gang was still worried, he agreed, "Okay." Liu Zhu shouted, "Didn't we agree to go on a sightseeing tour? Why are you walking so fast?"

No one explained this to him. Yan Gang took the lead, followed by He Huizhi Wang Qingxian, then Liu Zhu, and Zhang Wen followed leisurely, and the group quickly headed north.

Seeing Zhang Ai's leisurely look, Yan Gang felt more and more confused. Is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? He speeded up again and arrived at the shopping mall two hours later.

At this time, many people had arrived at the shopping mall, and there were even three sect disciples patrolling the perimeter. They saw the arrival of Yan Gang's five foundation-building disciples, and let them go after a brief inspection. There is really no need to pay more attention to such low-level disciples. The order they received was that an unknown master might arrive, and everyone was asked to be respectful and not offend that master.

Markets are usually opened on flat ground, and this time is no exception. There is a market surrounded by a fence, with about a thousand stalls, and a tall tent at the end, which is where the auction is held.

Most cultivators set up tents outside the market to rest, but Yan Gang and the other four were poor. They looked at the tents arranged vertically and horizontally in the distance and said: "Friend Hong, the market in front is the market, and the tent in the back is the auction place. "The market will open in two days. You can go in and pick out items. I won't accompany you later."

Zhang Aifan smiled and nodded and said yes. Liu Zhu was a little unhappy. He wanted to speak but was stopped by He Huizhi. The three monks walked to the edge with him in his arms. As they walked, they could hear his words: "Why aren't we together anymore?" He had a good impression of Zhang Weizhi.

Zhang was afraid to see them walking towards the edge, knowing that the four brothers had no tents and could only find a deserted place to rest. He let them cover the sky and the ground, looked around and saw that there was nothing particularly noteworthy, then threw them out of the tent and went to rest.

He wanted to invite Yan Gang and others to live together, but he was concerned about their condition and did not do so. You can give favors to others, but you have to do it in a subtle way, and don't make people feel that you are giving away charity. Especially these people have always been suspicious of Zhang Aoi. If it is a warm invitation, I don't know what those people will think.

The market opened two days later, and nearly a thousand stalls were occupied by cultivators practicing their skills. People wandering outside the market rushed into the market, filling the empty space instantly, selecting the magic weapon materials they needed.

Zhang was afraid to put away his tent and follow the market. At this time, there were mostly foundation-building monks in the market, and there were few monks above the elixir-forming stage. Most of the experts only participate in auctions, which are the busiest and most exciting places in the market and where the rarest and most expensive things can be found.

Zhang Zhi was an exception. He stopped and walked in front of each stall. He was not interested in materials and medicines, and he did not pay attention to spells and magic weapons. He just looked around and spent several hours wandering around.

Unconsciously, I came to the stalls everywhere. The stalls were very large, with hundreds of kinds of herbs on display, ranging from ten years to fifty years. They spread out in a big space, exuding medicinal fragrance to attract customers. There were three people in the stall, one on each side was responsible for monitoring, and the one in the middle was selling medicine. Hundreds of cultivators were crowded outside, all interested in these herbs. Ask about this and choose that, the transaction frequency is very high.

Coincidentally, Liu Zhu and the other four were among them, staring at a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in front of them and whispering. After a while, Liu Zhu spoke up and said: "Fellow Taoist, we are interested in this Ganoderma lucidum. Can it be cheaper?"

The medicine seller was a top-level foundation-building monk. He glanced at it disdainfully and said, "Eight hundred spiritual stones, not one less."

"Can it be less..." Liu Zhu was interrupted by the other party before he could finish his words: "You can't even afford eight hundred spiritual stones? No selling!"

It is indeed not expensive to buy a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum for eight hundred spiritual stones. If you are in urgent need, you can sell it for two thousand spiritual stones. Herbal medicine, like the inner elixir of monsters, has always been in short supply. After all, life is precious. If the magic weapon is thrown away, you can find it again. Where can you find it if your life is gone?

Liu Zhu blushed a little when the seller said it, and muttered: "If you don't want to sell it, you won't sell it. Why are you so mean?" Then he asked the seller: "Where is this thirty-year-old ginseng?" "Five hundred spiritual stones." The seller said.

Only three hundred spiritual stones short of twenty years? Zhang Awei secretly shook his head. Judging from the prices of these two herbs, they were definitely the cheapest among the lowest. I don’t know what the seller was up to.

Liu Zhu asked Yan Gang: "Brother, let's buy this. The ones born in thirty years are not bad either." Yan Gang's eyes only wandered over the herbs born in thirty years or above, and after comparing them for a long time, he said: "Okay."

Along with his good word was the sentence "I bought it." A young mid-level foundation-building monk handed over five second-grade spiritual stones and reached for the thirty-year-old ginseng.

Liu Zhu shouted loudly: "No, we chose first. We want this ginseng."

The young monk glanced at it briefly, took out another handful of spiritual stones from the storage bag and threw it to the seller: "Twenty more spiritual stones, I bought it." After speaking, he took the ginseng in his hand. It can be seen from his behavior that he didn't even bother to argue and quarrel with Liu Zhu, so he put away the ginseng and turned around and left.

Liu Zhu shouted angrily: "How could you do this? Hey, what about you, how could you do this?"

The young monk ignored him at all, pretending that he heard nothing, squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared.

Liu Zhu had no choice but to ask Yan Gang: "Brother, what should I do now?" Yan Gang gritted his teeth and said: "I bought it." He was talking about buying the fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Take out a lot of spiritual stones and count them. There are eight hundred stones. Even if a cultivator can count a hundred stones at a glance, he still has to count them eight times, right?

At this time, something strange happened again. This Ganoderma lucidum was snatched away by another person. The man was wearing a bamboo hat and couldn't see his face clearly. He dropped eight pieces of second-grade spiritual stones and picked up the Ganoderma lucidum and left. Now Liu Zhu stopped doing it. What? Over and over again? Easy to bully? Shouted: "Stop!"

The man in the hat stopped and looked back, his eyes cold. Liu Zhu couldn't help but shudder, and then said: "We want this herb, why are you robbing us?" The man in the hat did not speak, his eyes became colder, and his posture seemed to be ready to take action at any time.

Seeing that something was going to happen, the seller hurriedly shouted: "I still have the fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Fellow Taoist, that fellow Taoist, what about you? Do you want any more?" As he spoke, he took another piece from the storage bag. Two fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum plants came out.

Liu Zhu came up with strong energy, ignored no one, walked up to the man in the bamboo hat and said, "Give me the Ganoderma lucidum! We bought it first." The second and fourth senior brothers behind him couldn't pull him.

The man in the bamboo hat said sadly: "Say it again." His voice was chilling to the bones. The cultivators crowded around the two people dispersed, leaving an open space for the two of them to toss around.

They were having a dispute, and two law enforcement disciples from the Qing sect saw it. They rushed over and said, "No trouble is allowed. Violators will be killed without mercy!" Regardless of right and wrong, you are not allowed to fight. This is the rule.

The man in a bamboo hat glanced at the two Qingmen disciples, turned around and walked away without saying a word. No matter how reckless Liu Zhu was, he did not dare to call out to the Qingmen. He endured the anger and walked back, getting angry at the seller: "Why don't you take two more plants together?" come out?"

The seller is very innocent. How much or how little I sell is none of your business? But with the purpose of bringing peace and prosperity, he pushed past a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and said, "Eight hundred spiritual stones."

Only then did Zhang Ping understand why his herbal medicines were sold so cheaply. It turned out that they were grown on a large scale. There must be some place with strong spiritual energy for easy planting.

Seeing that the seller brought out another fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, Yan Gang hurriedly handed over eight hundred spiritual stones, took the Ganoderma lucidum and pulled Liu Zhu away.

When things have developed to this point, it is basically over, but some people are talking too much and snort: "Poor guy."

These two words completely angered Liu Zhu. He broke away from Yan Gang and turned around and shouted: "Which bastard said that? Do you dare to say it again in front of me?" Yan Gang put away the Ganoderma lucidum, and he and He Huizhi held Liu Zhu between them, Planning to take him out by force, he whispered: "Master said to keep a low profile."

"Low-key? Who said that? Come out if you are a man." Liu Zhu's temper became even louder.

This man's words forced a feminine young man, wearing a white robe, to stand out from the crowd and say: "Your grandfather, what's wrong with me?"

Of course Zhang Ping knows who said it, but he doesn't want this person to come out, because the young man in white is at the top level of foundation building. If he takes action, Liu Zhu and four people tied together will not be enough to see.

The two law enforcement disciples glared and said, "Is it over yet? If you want to fight, please leave the mall!"

The feminine young man smiled slightly: "It depends on them." Liu Zhu couldn't bear the excitement and shouted: "Go out, sissy, go out with the uncle."

The first sentence was not a man, and the latter sentence was effeminate, which made the feminine young man look bad. He nodded lightly to Liu Zhu: "Okay, very good, I hope you will be so tough in a while." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Liu Zhu was about to follow, but was held tightly by three senior brothers. Yan Gang said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, my junior brother is rude, please don't blame me." The three of them understood that there were still people protecting them in the shopping mall. If they went out Shopping malls can only be a dead end.

The feminine young man stopped when he heard this, turned around and said word by word: "If he thinks he is not a man, there is no need to go out." Then he asked the Qing disciples: "Is it okay to do it twenty miles outside Shangji?"

The disciples of the Qing Sect said: "Okay." Then he shouted loudly: "It's over, no trouble is allowed."

The three major sects of the Song Dynasty jointly organized a trade fair. Who was so blind and dared to cause trouble easily? Everyone dispersed a little, but their attention was still on Liu Zhu, watching how he acted. If this guy went out, they would follow him to watch the fun. After all, it was not often that cultivators were seen fighting.

After a short understanding, Zhang Wen knew Liu Zhu's personality. He would definitely rush out to fight. Even if he was told that if he went out, he would die. Sighing lightly, he walked up to Liu Zhu and said, "What are you doing? The richer you are, the more you pretend to be poor." He reached into his arms and took out a storage bag. He tipped it over with his backhand and let it flow all over the floor. They are all spiritual stones, and they are all third-grade spiritual stones. One third-grade spiritual stone is equal to ten thousand first-grade spiritual stones. How much net worth does this kid have?

Liu Zhu was stunned and forgot about the fight. He opened his mouth and said in surprise: "This, this, this..." He didn't say a complete sentence for a long time. He didn't know what was going on or where it came from. of spiritual stones.