Looking at the tall and thin freak who returned to his stall, the tough faced stall owner Lao Hou sighed and said with regret: "no, if there were any, I would definitely sell you."
The strange man, who looked like a skeleton, frowned. His strange face showed a bit of melancholy. He said to himself, "that's almost it. If you go to those shops again, you'll find that all of them refuse to sell. How good is that?"
Lao Hou was moved when he looked at the strange man's expression. He had set up a stall at the South Gate of Liuyun city for several years. He was familiar with this place and knew that there were still several local stalls selling this chrysolite. However, who would be so kind these days to tell you this news without any reason? On the contrary, if you take a piece of chrysolite at a low price and sell it to this person, you might still earn one or two soul crystals.
He was hesitating whether to shout "strange man" or not. When he went out to help him find it, he suddenly heard a voice nearby saying, "boss, I want to buy this small can."
Lao Hou's face sank as he looked at it, but the young man who had been pestering himself for a long time just now returned. He snorted coldly and said, "I said I wouldn't sell it. Go away, kid. Don't stop me from doing business."
Shen Shi smiled and didn't say anything. He just glanced at the strange man around him who looked like a skeleton. Suddenly he turned to old Hou and said, "boss, I remember there was a piece of chrysolite here. Is it still there?"
Lao Hou's face darkened instantly, and at the same time, the strange man unexpectedly turned his head and looked at Shen Shi, but he didn't say much. As for Shen Shi, he looked at the stall owner calmly.
Lao Hou's face changed, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at Shen Shi. There was already a sinister look in his eyes, but Shen Shi didn't seem to notice it. He just looked at him calmly. After a while, old Hou said in a deep voice, "the chrysolite has been sold."
Shen Shi said "Oh" and looked at Lao Hou. Although he didn't say it clearly, he didn't look at the strange man next to him again. His eyes just moved slightly to the small pot.
Then, he took out a crystal from his arms, smiled and said, "boss, do something good and sell it to me."
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The crowd below the southern gate is surging. Looking around, at least two or three thousand monks must be gathered here at the moment. It's very lively. All of us are immersed in this noisy and lively atmosphere, hoping that we can have a pair of unique eyes and find one or two dusty treasures from the countless cheap mortals here.
In the past, there was a similar legend here from time to time in the South Gate of heaven. He bought priceless natural materials and treasures at a very small price, and then he became a rich man. It is one of the dreams of a large number of casual practitioners to never see the old embarrassed emperor again.
Therefore, when Shen Shi casually carried a rough pot in his hand and joined the stream of people with brisk steps, the "River" full of impetuous breath did not stir up any ripples. For a moment, he could no longer be seen.
At the booth, Lao Hou took back his eyes with resentment. After calming down, he gave a dry smile, raised his head and forced a smile at the strange man standing in front of him, whose expression seemed a little strange. "My guest, why don't you wait a moment? I'll go out and ask for you. Maybe some of my friends will have smaller chrysolites?"
The strange man hesitated and nodded.
Shen Shi didn't continue to stroll in the South Tianmen. He still had a sense of propriety. After leaving there quickly, he walked all the way to the shenxianhui branch of nanbaofang. On the way, he looked back from time to time to confirm that the stall owner had not been tracked down. He was relieved.
In front of the branch of the fairy society in LiuYun City, the flow of people is as large as ever. It seems that it is more lively than Nantianmen. After all, it is a time-honored brand that has been handed down for many years. Looking at Hongmeng world, it is the first choice to buy spiritual materials. Naturally, business is booming.
Shen Shi waited outside the store for a while, and soon saw the butcher coming out of the store. He was about to look around for someone. Shen Shi quickly greeted him and shouted, "uncle, I'm here."
The butcher saw his figure, smiled, and then looked at the small pot he was holding in his hand. "Eh!" with a little curiosity, he asked, "what is this?"
Shen Shi smiled and said, "just now I was wandering around. I saw that this thing looks pretty good, so I bought it."
"It looks good..." the butcher looked up and down at the small pot. He only felt that the ragged goods were worn by wind and rain. It was very eye-catching at first sight. It can't be said to be a "good" comment. Sure enough, the little guy had a good father with money since he was a child. Don't he care much about money?
The butcher showed his teeth and said, "how much did you spend on this?"
Shen Shi stretched out a finger and said, "it's a soul crystal."
The butcher remained silent for a moment, thinking that the Lingjing flower was a good one, but after all, it was Shen Shi's own idea. He didn't bother to say anything more, so he waved his hand and said: "OK, it's getting late. Let's go back to bed early. We'll get up early tomorrow to worship Xianyan."
Shen Shi nodded and smiled, "OK."
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All the way back to his residence, he was safe and sound. It seems that the stall owner, Lao Hou, seems unwilling and somewhat angry, but as Shen Shi expected before, there are so many people in Liuyun city. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a young man like him. What's more, after tonight, he will follow the butcher to worship Xianyan and practice in Lingxiao sect. At that time, with the status of a disciple of Lingxiao sect, I can see that the old Hou is just a casual monk who runs a stall. What can we do with him?
When he returned to his residence and wandered for a day, the butcher still looked energetic and did not show any fatigue. However, Shen Shi spent a long time in the Nanbao square and did not practice the aisle method. His flesh was still an ordinary young man's body, and his face was a little tired.
After taking a look at him, the butcher told him to go back to his room and rest. In addition, he told him not to go out again today. After all, going to worship Xianyan tomorrow is the most important thing.
Shen Shi naturally nodded and agreed. Then he went back to his room alone. After closing the doors and windows, he sat down at the table in the room and put the small pot in his hand on the table.
Touching the pot gently with your fingers, a rough feeling came from your fingertips. Shen Shi rubbed several places where the soil adhered, and fine dust and sand fell one after another, exposing the pot inside. Unfortunately, it was still badly eroded, and it was impossible to recognize the old-fashioned appearance of the pot.
Shen Shi carefully looked at the pot and carefully wiped all the soil adhered to it. But in the end, he could not see anything except that the pot was really buried in the soil for a long time.
At this time, Shen Shi felt more uneasy. He thought that he might have been mistaken for being smart instead of being smart. Maybe he just bought a useless ordinary can.
He reached out and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. Shen Shi smiled bitterly. Finally, his eyes fell on the bottom of the small pot. Although it was also severely eroded, there were still about 30% of the places where he could barely see half of the sunflower patterns. This was the most important reason why he insisted on buying it after hesitation.
Is this pattern really the seven leaf golden sunflower heraldry of the demon royal family that I saw in ancient books ten thousand years ago
Shen Shi stared at the incomplete pattern for a long time, but still couldn't make a clear judgment. After a long time, he suddenly gritted his teeth and thought that there were so many of them. Anyway, he bought them all and opened them to see what they were. If they were really useless, they could only be regarded as buying a lesson with a crystal.
But although he was determined, when he decided to open the small jar, he encountered another problem. The jar was sealed from the beginning. Although he did not know how many years ago, the lid of the jar mouth seemed to be connected with the jar body. No matter how hard the sinker turned and pulled out, the lid would not move.
This... Is really troublesome. Shen Shi's expression at the moment can't help but look a little black. He tossed around this small can for a long time, but he still can't open it. It's really depressing.
After biting his teeth, Shen Shi grabbed the small jar and thought that he would just smash it on the ground and break it. But when he held the jar up in the air, he suddenly had an idea in his heart and took a breath. I heard that the stall owner Lao Hou said that the pot was dug up from an ancient tomb. He also encountered some ghosts and ghosts in the tomb. If one of them is not good, will it be like the stories of the spiritual world he heard when he was a child? This pot is a magic tool, and there is a powerful ghost in it?
If this is released, will you eat yourself on the spot
Once the idea arose, Shen Shi could not calm down. Although he knew more or less in his heart that the ghost stories he heard in the streets and lanes when he was a child were mostly nonsense, it was... Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case! In addition, it used to be said that Xuanyin gate was not an open and aboveboard religious sect in Yinzhou. It was said that there were some monks who were good at guarding against ghosts. This rumor has been circulating in Xilu city for a long time, and it is not without reason.
If a ghost is really sealed in this can, it will definitely be an old ghost. I heard that ghosts are Yin things when I was a child. It seems that children and teenagers like to eat them most.
After thinking about this and that, Shen Shi gradually felt that his body was hairy, and the small pot he was holding seemed to be much heavier, and some of them could not hold.
After a moment's hesitation, he slowly put the small jar on the edge of the table, but it didn't hit the ground after all. He also sat down slowly beside the table, feeling greatly distressed for a while and could not help sighing.
When I tried my best to buy this small can back, I didn't expect to buy such a troublesome thing.
He leaned his head casually on the table and silently looked at the small pot. He was in a trance. Countless thoughts turned in his heart, but he had no idea at all.
After this, I don't know how long. When his mind was aching, a butcher's cry came from outside the room: "Xiaoshi!"
Shen Shi was so excited that he subconsciously stood up and said, "I'm here, what..."
Before the words were finished, he stood up with a little speed, but he suddenly touched the table. The small pot that had been placed on the side of the table suddenly shook and fell directly. He just heard a "bang" and fell straight to the ground. The pot body was broken and cracked.