The pagoda cabin extends in all directions, with corridors and aisles everywhere.

The moment Chen Ping went out, foundation-building monks appeared one after another in the room on the third floor, walking in the same direction.

Apparently he was also an invited guest to the trade fair.

After turning a few turns, Chen Ping climbed all the way to the fifth floor.

The space on this floor is much smaller. There are only six stone houses, two by two, with a thick lavender fog hanging outside the door.

Tang Lilin's residence was in a stone house on the fifth floor.

After a while, more than 30 foundation-building monks in different clothes came up from the fourth and fifth floors, including many peak masters of the Dzogchen realm.

"Tang Lilin's reputation is not small."

Chen Ping pursed his lips and thought about it secretly.

This boat trip seems to have only thirty or forty foundation builders in total, but almost all of them arrived after Young Master Tang invited them.

Presumably these people had the same purpose as him, and they just took a fancy to Tang Lilin's background.

After all, it is difficult for ordinary foundation builders to come into contact with important figures from the Baodan Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and blue clothes appeared from the stairs on the sixth floor. He took a few steps and stood in front of everyone.

“The road is friendly.”

"Fellow Daoist Qu is here too?"

Upon seeing the old man, all the cultivators saluted and greeted him with a light smile.

"Well, please be friendly."

The old man surnamed Qu responded to several acquaintances, then closed his eyes and stood quietly, as if thinking about something.

Chen Ping glanced at him calmly.

This person's name is Qu Moqi, one of the ship-protecting monks, and himself an elder of the Qu family on Xianhu Island.

The Qu family sent a total of three Foundation-Building Dzogchen monks to guard the Canglang. They have been hiding on the top floor of the pagoda cabin and rarely show up.

But when I think about it, it feels normal.

Previously, Tang Feng called him by his last name as soon as he came up, which should be the information provided by the Qu family.

When he boarded the ship, the name he lied about was "Ye Mofan".

Except for Qu Jia, he has not communicated with anyone on the ship.

Moreover, Tang Lilin held a trade fair on the Canglang, gathering dozens of fellow foundation builders at once, and it was always known that the Qu family would be there.

Of course, even if the Qu family was unwilling to do so, they would not dare to go against Tang Lilin's decision.

Compared with the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, the Qu family is just a slightly stronger grasshopper.

If the Tang leader is displeased, if nothing else, it may be difficult to save the deep-sea route that is like a cornucopia of treasures for the Qu family.

Originally, in order to prevent ship passengers from gathering and causing trouble, Canglang had always strictly prohibited such trade fairs.

Qu Moqi sighed in his heart. Although his Qu family was majestic, this was the perception of the vast number of casual cultivators and small forces.

In this vast sea area, the only one who really calls the shots is the Lan Yue Sect.

Only when the Baodan Chamber of Commerce and the Danhui Sect unite occasionally can they resist in a decent manner.

All other forces are as small and insignificant as ants.

…

A quarter of an hour later, with bursts of "click" and "click" notes, the stone door in the middle on the left opened without any wind.

Then, the thick purple fog penetrated into the ground and disappeared, and everything in the stone house was completely exposed.

This stone house is very spacious, with a radius of two kilometers. It is estimated to be more than ten times larger than the third floor where Chen Ping lives.

On the floor of the stone house, there were fifty or sixty white jade futons placed neatly, giving off a hint of cold air.

"Muet Fat Clear Jade."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes. Monks usually use high-quality and cheap spiritual grass futons for meditation, and the futons made of the second-level spiritual material mutton fat and pure jade have the effect of clearing the mind, rejuvenating the mind, and assisting luck.

A futon made of suet-fat jade is worth four or five thousand spiritual stones.

Dozens of them were displayed here as if they were free of charge. According to rough calculation, the number exceeded 200,000.

Looking again, I saw a small tree measuring two feet tall planted in the upper corner of the stone house.

This tree is straight and straight, with only the main trunk without branches, and is covered with snowflake-shaped leaves as thick as a finger.

Moreover, the whole tree is shining with golden light, as if it is made of pure gold.

Under the tree, there were three monks lying or standing.

Two of them stood one on the left and one on the right, crossing their arms and looking towards the door, their expressions showing a sense of vigilance.

Judging from the auras they exuded, they were both in the late stages of foundation building.

Including Tang Feng, the big man who had previously invited guests, and another middle-aged man with a rosy face.

In an open space between the two foundation builders, a fat young man with fair skin was leaning against the roots of a tree.

This man's eyes were squeezed by the fat on his face until there was only a gap left. The flesh on his chin and waist were piled on top of each other, like a ball of swollen pork, which was suffocating.

Just looking at its appearance, it might weigh 500 kilograms.

"My Excellency, Tang Lilin, I feel very guilty for keeping you all waiting for so long."

The fat body moved a little, and he raised his hand with difficulty to pick a gold leaf, put it in his mouth, and said cynically: "What are you doing in a daze? Come in. Although Tang is fat, he doesn't eat it."

people."

"I've met Young Master Tang."

"Wish you all the best, Young Master Tang."

The cultivators outside the door walked into the stone chamber one after another and saluted respectfully.

They won't laugh at it casually because of its strange shape.

It is especially easy for Foundation Establishment monks to change their body shape. Tang Lilin maintains an extremely fat figure, which must be a personal preference.

What's more, Tang Lilin had an extraordinary background. Even if he had some contempt, no one dared to show it.

"It is indeed a third-level golden bergamot tree."

Stepping into the stone house, Chen Ping took a few breaths of air and felt refreshed.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at the golden tree in the corner, and a wisp of fire arose in his heart.

Golden Buddha's Hand Tree, a first-class good thing.

Once the spiritual consciousness of a high-level monk is consumed, it needs to be restored through a long period of rest.

The golden bergamot tree can clear the soul and greatly speed up the recovery process.

This tree also has other wonderful uses.

Meditating under a tree year after year can permanently increase the power of your spiritual consciousness.

Although the limit of increase is two hundred feet, it is also a considerable gain for Qi training and foundation-building monks.

This tree must have been carried by Tang Lilin.

Otherwise, the Qu family would not generously contribute millions of treasures to the ship passengers.

There were obviously many Zhujis who had the same idea as him, but when they saw the harmless fat man staring at them with a smile, they all hurriedly pretended to lower their heads and look for seats.

Although the golden bergamot tree is good, it is Tang Lilin's forbidden favorite.

Everyone probably knew about the power of the Tang family, and after a while they stopped thinking about it.

"This fat man is so grand."

Chen Ping looked around and found a seat in the corner to sit down.

As expected of a powerful figure in the Baodan Chamber of Commerce, some of the financial resources currently displayed far exceed those of ordinary Dzogchen monks.

If they met alone outside, Tang Lilin would cut off several layers of fat from his body.

"Thank you fellow Taoists for your compliments."

Tang Lilin put his foot on the tree trunk and said lazily: "There is still an honored guest who has not arrived yet, so the start of the trade fair will be postponed."

"It doesn't matter, I'm looking forward to the trade fair organized by fellow Taoist Tang, so what if I wait a little longer."

A male cultivator with triangular eyes and a high bridge of nose said something to please.

"That's right. The journey is boring anyway. I lack everything except time."

Another female cultivator with good looks and figure couldn't wait to answer. At the same time, she deliberately puffed out her plump breasts and gave the "pork" a few winks.

"Two foundation-building thigh pendants."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling amused.
To be continued...