The Longyuan Altar suddenly shrank, from the size of a water tank, it shrank to less than half an inch.

Liu Zhuo was holding Longyuan Hall, which was more exquisite than Go pieces, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

He was used to the original size of the jar, but now he was really uncomfortable. In the past, because the jar could not be put into the storage bag, Liu Zhuo always felt it was inconvenient, and he always had to worry that the jar would be discovered and it would be difficult to completely relieve himself.

Now this concern has been completely eliminated because Liu Zhuo's spiritual imprint was left in the jar. In the dark, Liu Zhuo could always feel a vague connection with the Longyuan Hall, just like an ordinary sense of controlling magic weapons. In this way, Liu Zhuo could detect any movement in the jar.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhuo put a jar that was so small that it could not be smaller into his right ear. In this way, he could carry the jar with him, which was equivalent to a huge storage bag in disguise, which made Liu Zhuo liked.

By pondering the first half of the "Platform Sutra", Liu Zhuo's benefits were not only that.

Because Liu Zhuo discovered that there are four unique exercises in the "Platform Sutra". Although three of them are incomplete due to the length, the original "Longyuan Gong" was intact.

"Longyuan Gong" is divided into seven layers, which can also be described as a practice tailor-made with Longyuan Temple.

After practicing "Longyuan Gong" to the seventh level, you can use all the magical powers described in the Platform Sutra.

For example, what Liu Zhuo just used to control the climate change in the jar and allow Longyuan Hall to grow and shrink at will is the basic magical power of Longyuan Hall.

In the opening introduction of "Longyuan Gong", there will be more magical powers in conjunction with Longyuan Altar, such as flying on the imperial altar and sacrificing some functions of the altar spirit. What interested Liu Zhuo most was the magic trick to control the time in the altar.

The time in the jar is now 10 to 1 compared to outside. If this ratio can be increased again, what if the qualification is very bad? You can completely rely on accumulation to break through the martial arts.

Now Liu Zhuo has practiced to the tenth level of "The Age of Eternal Life", and his life span is only two hundred years. Although due to the relationship between Longyuan Temple, it is equivalent to extending the life span several times in disguise, looking up at the difficult and rugged path of cultivation behind, Liu Zhuo still feels that time is tight.

Being able to control time is the most realistic for Liu Zhuo, who always laments the shortness of life.

"However, if you really want to practice "Longyuan Gong", at least you need to practice the foundation-building stage. My priority is to work hard to practice. At that time, there will be bottlenecks in the Qi training stage, which is really annoying." Liu Zhuo said secretly, pushed open the kitchen door and walked straight outside the yard.

"If you want to make a breakthrough again in the future, it will take a lot of Huanglong Pills. These three days are just the day when the black market will start this year. Let me go and have a look. Maybe I get the recipe for Huanglong Pills, and then I will rest assured until I break through the foundation-building stage of cultivation."

Liu Zhuo thought all the way and slowly rushed towards the back mountain. Along the way, he did not fly to the clouds. After all, he was flying around Tengyun Village, riding a green cloud, which was really a bit silly.

After a short while, Liu Zhuo appeared outside the Spiritual Medicine Valley again. At this time, he had already used the disguise technique and turned himself into the image of a middle-aged man with a cold face.

Although Liu Zhuo was busy rushing on the road, he could still accidentally jump into the green clouds flying down from the five heavenly peaks. As soon as the black market opened, almost most of the fifth-generation inner disciples would join in the fun.

Before reaching a certain level of cultivation, all the inner disciples were ordered not to go down the mountain, which also led to the depression of the life of a pure practice on the mountain.

Such sect rules as the Five Mountains Sect can naturally make disciples work hard to practice, but many inner disciples with average qualifications and no hope of breaking through for life will die of depression and die of old age on the mountain.

Over the years, Liu Zhuo has occasionally heard of his disciples fleeing down the mountain without permission, but in this way, he will be wanted by the Five Mountains for life, such as the ancient sword.

For the Taoist sects in the world, they are extremely strict in receiving disciples, and they also attach the most importance to the loyalty of their disciples. Betrayal of such a rebellious thing will always be disgraceful to the people of the Taoist sect in the world.

Therefore, such rules and regulations have also caused the black market to be booming.

It is logical that several elders of the Five Mountains Sect could not have not noticed such a large-scale market, but fortunately, the black market is only three days a year, and the disciples gathered together have not made any trouble, so the masters and uncles in the inner sect seem to be open and closed.

After all, the exchange of magic weapons and spirit stones between disciples can also complement each other to enhance their strength.

Liu Zhuo was thinking randomly, and had already passed the tricks on the stone wall next to the Lingyao Valley and appeared again in the stone cave that was squat-high.

There were noises coming from the corner in front of him, and Liu Zhuo thought to himself: This year seems to be much more lively than in previous years.

While sighing, Liu Zhuo walked straight into the stone cave.

A lively scene came into view. As always, many disciples with different faces and strange appearances were setting up street stalls. The talisman paper in front of them contained items sold. Many disciples in blue clothes walked around and stopped in front of some stalls from time to time.

Finally, Liu Zhuo set his eyes on the Eight Immortals Table in the center of the cave, and still lit a brazier on it.

(I wonder what the "third uncle" is going to auction again this year?) Liu Zhuo thought to himself that he had always been very curious about the true identity of this third uncle.

Because he had inquired earlier that the third uncle, among the fourth generation disciples of the Five Mountains Sect, had a foundation-building stage cultivation level, and had passed away accidentally while fighting with cultivators from other sects sixty years ago.

Now this fourth-generation disciple, who is known as the third uncle, has a very good idea. He can actually think of holding a market like a black market to make money. Moreover, the items sold for auction every year are different. The only thing in common is that they are expensive.

As he guessed in his heart, Liu Zhuo walked through several stalls, walked straight to the end of the huge stone cave, and finally stopped in front of a gray stone wall.

Liu Zhuo looked around carefully for a moment, then tapped his toes and hit the stone wall. With a whimper, he sank directly into the stone wall and disappeared.

It turns out that this is just a trick.

At the other end of the stone wall, there is a stone chamber of ten feet in size, with a table with a masked man in a red Taoist robe sitting.

"This nephew, do you want to set up a stall?" As soon as Liu Zhuo came in, the masked man's voice sounded with joy.

Liu Zhuo bowed and said, "That's right, I'm asking the third uncle how much the stall cost this year."

The third uncle raised a finger and said, "A low-level spirit stone, or any other strange thing, as long as I can see it, it will be done."

Hearing this, Liu Zhuo couldn't help but curse the unscrupulous businessman in his heart. If every disciple who set up a stall pays a low-level spirit stone, then this third uncle will have at least nearly a hundred spirit stones to earn.

Fortunately, on the shore of the Green Water Lake, the storage bag left by the two Confucius monks who were destroyed by Liu Zhuo and the python demon was still in Liu Zhuo's hands.

The cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Training Stage was poor, and there was nothing else except some low-level spiritual talismans. However, the cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Training Stage had more than ten low-level spiritual stones in the bag, which surprised Liu Zhuo.

Liu Zhuo took out a low-level spirit stone and put it on the Eight Immortals table, and then took back a strange token.

"You have two days to set up a stall, and the black market will end tomorrow." Uncle Third Master raised his sword eyebrows, and he seemed to be smiling after his mask.

Liu Zhuo nodded, then stopped talking, left the stone room and found a stall in the huge black market.
Chapter completed!