A woman in a red dress squatted quietly in front of the stall. The woman's face was covered with red gauze, only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed. At this time, loneliness was obviously emerging in her beautiful eyes.
"Brother, I don't have any stones. I only have this skin that is too old to bite. Can I exchange it for a treasure?"
"Ahem! No! It's immoral enough for a young monk to dig up the tombs of gods and men. Let alone dig into the old man's corner, that would be like a thunderbolt from heaven! It can't be done, it definitely can't be done!"
"But you have also seen that the old man's heart is gone. He is ruthless and righteous, and the old sister's heart is dead!"
"No, no! The young monk just saw him turn around for a moment, with a trace of regret clearly floating in his eyes. Don't worry, the monk can return to secular life, and the old man will definitely be able to rejuvenate. Hehehehe!"
"What if I can't come back?"
"I'll take it!" The monk in the bamboo hat bared his teeth and nodded.
"Giggle! Giggle! Okay, I can rest assured if you tell me this. This piece of trash is pretty good, I'll take two of them to play with!" The woman in the red dress smiled sweetly and picked up two tattered pieces.
"Stop, stop, stop! Let go! You can't take it without a stone!" The monk in a bamboo hat snatched the tatters from the woman's hands, threw them to the ground with a clang.
"Stingy!" The woman in the red dress snorted and was about to leave.
"Forget it, little monk, I see that it's not easy for you to climb the mountain. I have a few gadgets here for you to keep as a souvenir. A Qixia Pill, which will rejuvenate you for three hundred years, will definitely make your old head dizzy; a kitchen knife
, after being tempered by the young monk for thousands of times, and thrown into the artifact furnace for refining several times, it is already very good. The other two pieces are considered entry-level garbage, you can show it to the golden armor at the door." The monk in the hat said with a smile, and handed out a brocade
bag.
The woman in the red dress was stunned, glanced at the kit, her beautiful eyes immediately brightened, and she walked towards the door without saying a word.
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A beauty in a white dress hurriedly walked under the big tree, almost reaching the gate, when she suddenly turned around and came under the big tree.
"How can I buy this garbage?" the beauty in the white dress asked, pointing to the ground.
"Thousands of top quality products, not even one of them will be sold!"
"I'll buy two!" The beauty in the white dress dropped a ring.
"Two pieces worth ten thousand dollars!"
"You...raise the price on the ground! Is there anyone who does business like this?" the beauty bared her teeth and hummed.
"Amitabha! Beauty, it's good to just get a treasure, why bother trying to push the envelope? If you don't have enough, you will burst yourself if you ask for too much."
The face of the beauty in the white dress changed for ten breaths. She leaned over to pick up the ring, wiped out half of it, and handed the ring to the monk: "Then just one."
"That's right! Knowing your position will not only gain recognition from others, but also allow you to do things with ease." The monk in the bamboo hat chuckled, holding the beauty's jade hand with his big hand, took the ring, and stuffed a tips bag in it.
In the hand of jade.
The beauty in the white dress felt the instantaneous force coming from her big hand, and her beautiful face quietly turned red: "Damn you, if you have the ability, go back to this palace again! What kind of business is being sneaky?!"
"Ahem!" The monk in the bamboo hat swallowed, retracted his neck, sat cross-legged on the ground and recited **.
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Before he could take a breath, a little beauty in a green dress walked over. She walked around the big tree several times, and finally patted the monk on the shoulder with a smile.
"Hi! Master! Where is the treasure seller?"
"Yes, yes! I dug a lot of graves and couldn't use them all, so I just put them out and sold them." The monk said with a smile.
"Do you have any good ones? Get one for me to play with."
"You? You didn't do it yourself?" The monk tilted his head and looked at the little beauty in the green dress.
"I got a few pieces, but the quality is not good, so I feel a little guilty!"
"Well! Let the monk think about it! The good stuff has no name; the stuff with the name is worse, do you think?"
"Really? I want the goods to be good. It doesn't matter if it has a name or not. Anyway, I can sit in a good seat." The little beauty in the green dress stretched out her little hand and fiddled directly with the monk's cassock.
"Damn bitch, don't you feel ashamed in front of a large crowd!" The monk in a bamboo hat opened his jade hand and gave the little beauty a brocade bag. Inside the brocade bag, a small blue soft armor was quietly placed.
"What the hell?" the little beauty pouted.
"Four Spirits Refining Divine Armor: The ancient nine-grade divine armor, which combines the four gods of water, earth, fire, and gold into one armor. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities. It cannot be controlled by non-spiritual bodies. The armor becomes water spirit, earth spirit, fire spirit, and gold spirit.
.With one armor on the body, one spirit can inspire the power of nine dragons; two spirits can inspire the power of a hundred dragons; three spirits can inspire the power of a thousand dragons; four spirits can inspire the power of ten thousand dragons. Plus your wood spirit, ugh
!I was scared when I heard it. Moreover, it is as soft as silk and has a faint fragrance; after refining, it can be integrated with the divine body, and the body can go in and out of the body. It will definitely not hinder our love and happiness! Do you think it is very sharp?
!”
"Damn it! Get a treasure and be romantic at the same time? Have fun! I'll beat you to death!"
"Hey hey hey! No, I will send her beauty to you!" the monk in the bamboo hat said with a sly smile.
The little beauty in the green dress turned over her hands and collected the tips: "You think I'm stupid! Do other beauties have pure spiritual bodies? Okay, do you still want to set up a stall? Don't you plan to go in?"
"Oh, let's start again. There's still half an hour to start! Maybe I can sell thousands of stones..." The monk was still grinning, but the little beauty in green skirt was already standing at the door.
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A little while later, two figures shot towards him side by side, one in a green robe, with a body like a cold blade; the other in a gold robe, with an eight-layer divine wheel hidden behind his head.
"Hey, isn't this..." The little monk's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to the big tree and wanted to speak.
"Go away! You little monk, if you dare to interfere with my master's business, I will kill you!" The monk in a bamboo hat slapped the ground and yelled angrily.
"Amitabha! What treasure does Master want to sell?" The young monk shook his head and walked under the tree.
"It's nothing! They were all dug out of dead people's tombs. I want one thousand pieces for you. Can you afford it?"
"Amitabha! Sin, sin, sin! Why did Master ruin the ancients?"
"You Yumugeluo, those dead people are all dead, and you still keep the treasures around you, how is that different from a prodigal? Master... Monk, I will get them out and let the treasures see the light of day. They should
You should be grateful to me. Go, go, go! Don’t bother me if you don’t have money!”
The man in green robe nodded slightly, silently picked up one, looked at it for a long time, and sighed and asked: "Didn't the master dig out something good?"
"Oh! Look, this is the one who knows the goods! Come on, Brother Ku, for the sake of your progress, I have three good items here, you are sure to like them!" said the monk in a bamboo hat, and couldn't help but stuff it into his chest.
The man in the robe holds a brocade bag in his hand.
"But I only have more than a thousand stones?" The man in green robe weakly wiped out a ring.
The monk in the bamboo hat grabbed the ring, wiped it on his cassock, put it away immediately, and then nodded playfully: "It's okay, you can take it all! It was dug after all, and it is no different from picking it up. Seeing that it is getting late,
If you don't let it go, it will be smashed into your hands."
"Thank you, Master! Master, Zhan Tian is leaving!" After the man in green robe finished speaking, he left the young monk behind and ran directly to the door.
The little monk was about to turn around and leave, but the monk in the bamboo hat sneered: "Huh! It's just a stick, let alone three thrones, it's difficult to win even one! If you don't believe me, let's wait and see!"
"This... senior brother, the young monk has already become an eighth-level divine wheel. He is only one step away from achieving perfection. With the Heavenly Zen Staff in hand, why can't he grab one or two thrones?" the young monk said with a slight hesitation.
"Haha, the eight-layer divine wheel is amazing? It is said that the Heavenly Buddha became a nine-wheeler thousands of years ago. He has the Holy Buddha's Divine Secret and the Heavenly Buddha's Treasure Armor. If you can't enter the Zhongtai Treasure Couch, you really don't have much chance to win it.
Although all the treasures of the throne were dug up, to tell you the truth, the great disciple of the Heavenly Buddha also openly excavated the tomb of King Ming, and finally had his teeth pulled out by me!" After the monk in the bamboo hat finished speaking, he waved his hand and pointed out one.
The kit fell accurately into the hands of the young monk.
"Amitabha!" The young monk whispered a Buddhist message and walked towards the door solemnly.
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In the distance, a man in snow robe was walking with a piano, playing the melodious melody as if no one else was watching, which attracted the gods outside the gate to stop and watch. Along the way, the man in snow robe also sat directly under the tree, playing the music intoxicatedly.
Playing.
"Hey! You are hindering my business! This is my territory!"
"..."
"I'm talking about you!" The monk in the bamboo hat pressed the strings, and the notes suddenly stopped.
"Amitabha! Brother, can't you let the music fanatic finish playing this piece?" The man in the snow robe shook his head and sighed, waving his hand and taking the seven-color harp back behind his back.
"By the time you finish stroking, the day lily will be cold! Not bad, you will also get the genuine Qiseqin!" The monk in the bamboo hat grinned mischievously.
"Thanks to my brother, Le Chi killed the gods and snatched the piano. In order to save the piano, he killed no less than fifty gods and men along the way. What a sin!"
"Oh, then you must have grabbed a good treasure, right? Fifty gods, loot it, quack, it's hard not to make a fortune!"
"Amitabha! The music idiot only protects the piano and ignores everything else."
"No...you prodigal son! Fifty gods and men, not fifty pigs, you can make a lot of money just by taking advantage of the sheep." The monk in a bamboo hat shouted depressedly.
"Haha, in the eyes of a music maniac, there is only the piano and music, and nothing else."
"Okay! Then get out! I don't care about you!" The monk in the bamboo hat snorted coldly, and with a big hand, he placed the peacock seven-feather harp on the ground.
"This... is a wonderful piano!" The man in the snow robe widened his eyes, picked it up, put it on his lap and started to play with the strings.
"Wait! If you do this, someone will die!" The monk in a bamboo hat hurriedly pressed the strings.
"Huh? That's right! I'm a music fanatic who is too obsessed with it. Brother, how can I sell this piano?"
"Do you have any stones?" The monk in the bamboo hat bared his teeth fiercely.
"No!"
"Then I'll take your woman!"
"Woman? Do I have a woman?" the man in the snow robe said slightly confused.
"Get out! Take this piece of trash and get out! If you can't grab a throne, I won't accept your woman and just smash these two harps!" The monk in the bamboo hat waved his hands and shouted, and at the same time threw a tips bag to Xue
In the arms of the man in robe.
The man in the snow robe was overjoyed. He jumped up without hesitation and landed next to the golden-armored god with one step. (To be continued.)