Celestial Immortal

  Chapter 192: Little Ghost Boy's Open Mouth

  The horse-faced ghost repair "Jie Jie" smiled strangely, and the smile was extremely permeable, revealing a sinister evil spirit.

   However, Chu Chen thanked him gratefully.

  This horse-faced ghost repairer doesn't look like a bad guy, but he's actually not bad-hearted. He also reminded him that he couldn't go to the "little ghost market", and he wasn't the kind of arrogant ghost.

   Actually, Chu Chen is not a novice in the cultivation world who doesn't understand anything.

  He has the pedigree of the eight classics, and he has the master to lead the way. He has a good understanding of all kinds of secrets in Qingzhou and Guangping.

   There is a "little ghost market" outside Longgui City in Guangping, which Chu Chen had heard from Master Xu Ping long ago.

   Opening a shop or even setting up a stall to sell treasures in Dilonggui City does not need to pay taxes to the Dachang Heavenly Dynasty, but it has to pay commercial taxes to Longjun.

  Many cultivators are unwilling to pay taxes to the Dragon Lord, and they also want to steal the traffic from the Dragon Ghost City.

  So, a little ghost city parasitized in Dilonggui City was born.

  Chu Chen learned from Princess Qingying that Long Jun knew about such a "little ghost city" for a long time, but he was too lazy to suppress it.

   "Little Ghost Market" has no fixed trading venue, and there are many dragons and snakes. In addition, there is no dragon in the town. The little ghost market is very chaotic, and the situation of black eating black often occurs.

   Sometimes even because of bargaining, the two sides became angry, and then a fight broke out, and a fight broke out on the spot.

   The seller won the battle, and he didn't need to give the treasure, but instead picked up a lot of money.

  The buyer won the battle, not to mention the treasures, and the other money of the stall owner.

  The chaos in the little ghost city can be seen from this, the "law of the jungle" is completely followed, and there are no rules at all.

   Of course, the above are extreme cases.

Although the   Little Ghost Market is chaotic, it is not a meat grinder, a battlefield for monks to fight.

   Before leaving for the ghost market today, Daoist Xu Ping did not prohibit Chu Chen from going to the "little ghost market", but only told him to be careful, leave if the situation is wrong, and don't be greedy for Yunyun.

  Chu Chen knew very well that the reason why Master did not ban him from entering the "Little Ghost Market" was entirely because he had acquired the "White Crane and Zizhi Dun".

  With this way of escape, as long as Chu Chen doesn't kill himself, he can go shopping for treasures in the "Little Ghost City", and think it won't be a big problem.

   Of course, Chu Chen was careful and asked the kid first.

   "Little devil, you have a good omen first."

  The feeling of being needed is always wonderful.

   Little Guizi couldn't help but straighten his chest: "Senior brother, do you want to ask the evil or the good?"

   Under normal circumstances, the same thing can only be asked about bad luck or good luck, not both, it is easy to fail.

   "It must be the murderer, I'll ask you what Ji is doing."

  Chu Chen said half a sentence, showing an expression that everyone understands.

   The little devil pouted, dissatisfied that his brother underestimated his ability to predict auspiciousness.

   Dissatisfaction returns to dissatisfaction, and the little ghost still works hard.

   It predicts bad luck, never deduces calculations, it depends entirely on self-consciousness, without thinking too much, and blurts out:

   "The spirit of calamity is shallow, and there is no major disaster or disaster."

  Chu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then there would be no problem.

   Life is alive, with blessings and misfortunes.

  There is always a bit of calamity energy in people, and the main ability is enough, a little calamity qi can be resolved invisibly, not all calamity qi can be turned into real calamity.

   It was not a catastrophe, Chu Chen felt much more at ease.

   Exited the Longgui Market in Guangping, and according to the instructions of the stall owner of the horse-faced ghost repair, Chu Chen found the Little Ghost Market twenty miles away.

   This time, the little ghost city was opened in a hidden mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, which is quite mysterious.

  Compared to the orderly and well-organized Dilonggui City, the "Little Ghost City" is extremely chaotic.

  The entrance of the little ghost market is unguarded, and you can enter and exit at will. The stalls inside are even more chaotic, chaotic, and noisy. It seems that the sound of magic is ringing your ears, which is quite uncomfortable.

   "Buy it or not, don't buy it, don't be fooled, do you want to kill me and break my baby, I will kill you."

   "How dare you sell such an expensive thing."

   "Get out if you don't buy it, what nonsense, get out, don't interfere with my mother's business."

   "What's it called? If you don't agree, let's go out for a duel and see if your grandpa's fist is hard!"

  The little ghost city is mixed with dragons and snakes, and arrogant and arrogant words come one after another.

  In this environment, no matter how gentle people are on weekdays, they have to be irritable and arrogant and cannot show weakness.

  Chu Chen looked extremely low-key, without publicity, mixed in the crowd of ghosts and ghosts, silently searching for the Nether Treasure Light Wood.

   Not long after.

   He saw two palm-sized pieces of "Netherworld Treasure Light Wood" at a booth. The spirit wood was also taken from the root heartwood. Judging from the appearance, it should be the excess wood for refining high-end treasure boxes.

   Come to think of it, this is what Ma Mian Guixiu said.

   Luckily, "Netherworld Treasure Light Wood" was not bought by others.

  The owner of the stall is a human monk, and his practice method is supposed to be in the line of ghosts and ghosts. His body is full of yin and energy. At first glance, he has no vitality and yang energy, with a zombie face, a thin body, and wrapped in black robes, like a living dead.

   However, the Daoxing cultivation level is not low, only slightly lower than the horse-faced monk, and he also has a seventh-grade Daoxing cultivation level.

   "Fellow Daoist, how do you sell this Nether Treasure Light Wood? I'll buy one."

  The zombie-faced cultivator looked up at Chu Chen, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were empty, and his expression was indifferent.

   "Two pieces are not sold separately, and seven thousand jade coins are packaged together."

  Chu Chen had seven thousand jade coins in his pocket, which he could afford, but it was too expensive, so he tried to bargain:

   "Senior, this thin piece of Netherworld Treasure Light Wood the size of two palms is not a whole piece of spiritual wood, so it can't be made into a treasure box. How can it be so expensive."

   "I really want to buy it, but it's a pity that I only have 3,000 jade for my whole body. Do you think it can be cheaper?"

  The zombie-faced cultivator looked at Chu Chen, and seemed to be peeping at Chu Chen's Taoist cultivation. After confirming that Chu Chen only had eighth-rank Taoist cultivation, he said lightly:

   "Three thousand jade coins, I'll sell you one piece, don't bargain, don't buy it and you can leave."

  Chu Chen was speechless, good guy, as expected of a little ghost city, the people inside are so arrogant.

   slandered in his heart, but Chu Chen did not continue to bargain.

  3,000 jade coins, within the range of his psychological expectations.

   Soon, the two paid the money in one hand and delivered the goods in the other hand, and the transaction was successfully completed.

   "Existence is reasonable. The little ghost city is chaotic, but it is a good place to find treasures."

   After successfully buying the treasure he wanted, Chu Chen was in a good mood and said with emotion:

   "Good luck today."

   Little Guizi suddenly said: "Senior brother, I don't think so, fortune and misfortune depend on each other."

   "Little devil, you are right, don't say it next time."

  Chu Chen hurriedly interrupted Little Guizai's words, Little Guizai's crow mouth, he had a shadow in his heart and dared not let him continue.

  Chu Chen has always had a clear goal in his work. He bought the "Netherworld Treasure Light Wood", and he didn't plan to make waves in the little ghost market, so as not to cause troubles.

  【Bai He Zi Zhi Dun】 is powerful, but the magic power of Dun Fa is not omnipotent, and he doesn't want to add trouble.

   It is better to pick up loot and find treasures, and it is better to buy and sell goods.

  Chu Chen didn't stay much longer and left towards the entrance of Little Ghost City.

   Not long after leaving Little Ghost City, a demonic wind swept across the mountains.

  Chu Chen felt that this demonic energy was extremely powerful, and he subconsciously avoided it, thinking that it would just be the case.

  The results are wildly different.

  The demonic wind stopped, and a powerful divine sense came from the demonic cloud.

   "Hey, this is."

   At this moment, Chu Chen's back was cold and his face was pale.

   For no other reason, he found that the dull tattoos on his arms began to glow faintly.

   (end of this chapter)