Author: Really the younger brother among younger brothers
Chapter 154 You are Li Mo, then who is it?
Along the middle floor, you can also see weapon repair stalls selling meat limb magic tools, but most of them are of low quality and are low-grade magic tools for practicing.
At the same time, Li Mo also noticed that some shops are specialized in human trafficking.
Mortals with Taoism are each worth thousands of gold.
The port puts all the dirty things behind the scenes in the open, which can attract a steady stream of casual cultivators to come to the Ziqi sect.
The environment in the middle level has been greatly improved. The streets are paved with brass bricks, and there are plants and trees that release spiritual energy every few meters.
Casual cultivators living in the middle class either belong to a certain shop, or are either rich or noble.
But no matter what, the casual cultivators always looked at Li Mo with fear in their eyes. After all, the Ziqi sect controlled the absolute power of the port.
Weapon repairers will also maintain balance, and they all know the importance of the port to them.
"Sir, are you giving me a ride?"
The lower body of the casual cultivator was transformed into a four-legged one. The structure that looked like a weapon but not a weapon looked very strange, and he pulled the carriage to a stop.
Seeing that Li Mo was a little hesitant, he said, "You are a weapon cultivator. You can just say hello wherever you go. It doesn't cost you spiritual stones."
"That's right, all things are cloudy and turbid."
"okay."
Li Mo got into the carriage, and the coachman took half a stick of incense to the destination. It can be seen that it is not easy for casual cultivators to survive in the port.
The mass burial incinerator's permanent store is in a remote area in the southeast corner of the middle floor.
The plaque is engraved with the four words "Yin Zhuo All Things".
The number of weapon repairs coming and going is very sporadic, and the shops specialize in providing raw materials for each weapon refining shop. The spiritual materials grown in mass burial incinerators are mainly metal, fire, and yin, which has certain limitations.
Li Mo realized that the mass burial incinerator was relatively poorly mixed in the upper-level orthodoxy of the Lower Three Districts, perhaps due to Qiongshan's inaction.
The Taoists rely on cultivating spiritual materials to make a living, which means that the income of the mass burial incinerator is very single.
Li Mo can also understand Qiongshan's laissez-faire behavior. With Qiongshan's age, it is impossible for him to cultivate weapons at the same time, and it is difficult to operate a weapon-refining shop with a half-measured level.
It doesn't make much sense, the cake in the port has already been divided up.
Li Mo walked into Yin Zhuo Wan Wan, and there were two senior clerks in the store.
After he revealed his identity as a mass burial incinerator disciple, he was led to the back room of the shop. The waiter's attitude was even a little frightening.
When Taoism recruits casual cultivators as associates, there is no need to pay spiritual stones.
It is enough to teach relatively trivial techniques for cultivating weapons. The clerk is equivalent to the handyman disciple of the Ziqi sect, with a low but stable status.
Li Mo frowned slightly.
I can't see anything strange in the store, and I don't know if the quilt sect has solved the problem of phosphorescence invading the mass burial incinerator.
"It shouldn't be the case. There is a Nascent Soul Equipment Cultivator on the top floor of the port. It is impossible for the Mother Furnace to let the phosphorescence affect the foundation of the sect."
While Li Mo was thinking, he came to the back room of the shop.
After waiting for most of the incense stick, a smell of sulfur filled the air, and an old man with a seriously rotten appearance slowly walked towards Li Mo.
The old man's surname was "Zhong", and a volcano-shaped external organ similar to a tortoise shell was transplanted on his back. The mass burial incinerator disciples called him Mr. Zhong.
Mr. Zhong has reached the elixir-condensing stage, but the fatal disease has destroyed his foundation, and there is no hope of breaking through the elixir-forming stage, so he simply stayed at the port.
"Cough cough cough..."
Thick smoke spewed out of his throat, and several pieces of metal flesh came out of his mouth.
The moment Mr. Zhong noticed Li Mo, a trace of indescribable astonishment flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Li Mo always felt that Mr. Zhong seemed to recognize him, but he didn't hide it too much and kept showing off as a new person at the port.
The identity of the old skin was that of a pill-forming monk, and that of the new skin was a Taoist from Qingtian, but in his memory, he had never seen Mr. Zhong before.
"Junior Li Mo, I hope that senior will take care of me even though I have no sympathy for you."
Li Mo handed the bear liver wine prepared in advance to Mr. Zhong.
After ten years of brewing, bear liver wine has finally lost its rancidity and smells of a faint medicinal aroma.
Zhong Laogang wanted to refuse, but when he saw the wine turned amber, he took it by mistake.
Li Mo took the opportunity to look at Mr. Zhong. After seeing no trace of phosphorescence, he felt relieved, indicating that it was still very safe at the port.
"Drinks are what I like, haha."
Zhong Lao'an took a sip of his drink and his cloudy eyes widened.
Although there is an indescribable strange smell in the wine, the alcohol smell is released under the high temperature of the mother furnace as soon as it enters the intestines and stomach.
Moreover, alcohol also nourishes the lungs, making the organs extremely comfortable.
Mr. Zhong carefully put away the bear liver wine, his forehead became hot, and wisps of white smoke came out, completely dissipating the smell of the wine.
"Li Mo, you are interested, what kind of wine is it?"
"Xiong...Jinqiong wine is made from the finest medium-grade spiritual material Yan Ruyu."
Seeing this, Mr. Zhong took out the wine bottle suspiciously, looked at it under the candlelight, and muttered words like "no wonder."
"It's a good drink, but Li Mo, you just finished building the foundation and came to the port without even choosing your major technique. Are you too anxious?"
Li Mo said carelessly: "This junior has limited resources, so he wants to earn some spiritual stones first."
After the foundation building of the weapon cultivation is completed, the Heart Sutra of Life-Protecting Heart Sutra must be discarded, and appropriate exercises should be selected according to the body and spiritual power of the Tao to enter the Tao.
Qiongshan helped Jian define five good exercises by giving him annotations.
Li Mo looked through them one by one. However, the weapon cultivation method inevitably requires body modification, so he has been planning and not in a hurry to practice.
Mr. Zhong shook his head repeatedly, "You are not the Qingtian Taoist under Qiongshan. If you want to form an elixir and become a baby, you have to take it step by step slowly..."
Li Mo looked helpless, listening to Mr. Zhong's ramble, but he couldn't interrupt, so he had to answer the question.
He remembered the phosphorescence and asked along the topic of Mr. Zhong: "Mr. Zhong, this junior has not returned to Daotong for some time. How is the current situation of the mass burial incinerator?"
Li Mo deliberately walked to the port, otherwise it would definitely not take half a month, just to wait for the fermentation of the phosphorescence incident to end.
"The output of spiritual materials is getting less and less, and the quality of the batch we brought in the past two days has also declined. Maybe it's because of the mountain guarding array. I even asked me to go back to the mountain gate..."
Li Mo just wanted to ask more questions, but Mr. Zhong waved his hand and said nothing more.
It seems that after the phosphorescence destroyed the magic circle of the Xinggong Hall, he should have withdrawn from the range of the mass burial incinerator when he saw that he was not found.
To be on the safe side, he stayed at the port to practice and waited until he was sure everything was fine in Qiong Mountain before he considered whether he should return to the mountain gate.
"Mr. Zhong, I came to the port to rent a shop and do a small business of refining weapons."
"oh?"
Mr. Zhong touched his metal beard and nodded: "I didn't expect that you are not old enough to be able to refine weapons. It's really good."
"The rules for mass burial incinerators are very simple. You can choose to hand over 50% of the store's income to Shanmen. But if the income is too small, mass burial incinerators are eligible to take back the store."
"The other is one medium-grade spiritual stone every day."
Li Mo hesitated a little, and Mr. Zhong clicked his tongue and continued: "Let's do this, because of my affinity for you."
"Let me rent the store to you for a hundred days first, and then you can decide based on the income after a hundred days."
"Thank you, senior."
Seeing such a good thing, Li Mo would definitely agree immediately and took out a bottle of crystal clear raw brain wine.
"I have to remind you that there is a lot of competition among weapon-refining shops in the port, and there are even auctions for flesh-limb magic weapons. It is difficult for a low-level weapon-refining master to become famous in the port."
Mr. Zhong originally wanted to persuade Li Mo to sell wine instead, but the latter insisted on doing so and said no more.
"There is a record of the location of the store. Go ahead and don't stop me from drinking."
Mr. Zhong picked up the Shengnao wine and took another sip, then threw the slip away, his face flushed, and he smelled the aroma of the wine with an intoxicated expression.
Li Mo stopped disturbing Mr. Zhong and quickly walked out of the shop after thanking him many times.
The moment he turned around, the drunkenness on Mr. Zhong's face was wiped away, and he stared at Li Mo's leaving figure with an extremely gloomy look.
"damn it."
"It is indeed the blue sky of the Five Realms."
"Qingtian appeared at the port. What kind of ghost was that Qingtian that I saw when I returned to the mountain gate a few days ago?"
Mr. Zhong sighed deeply, pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Let's keep the status quo. It's probably them who did it. They are really crazy."
He knew that Li Mo might have escaped from the mass burial furnace because of the inexplicable danger, and the horror involved was horrifying.
That is the fairy light from Jiuyou.
"Qingtian Qingtian, just stay in the shop and practice. Since you already have a five-path body, there is no need to refine weapons to earn spiritual stones."
Zhong Laosheng was afraid that Li Mo would make some noise. As an alchemy weapon cultivator, he couldn't protect the five-path genius who was rare in ancient times.
Even with the blessing of the Mother Furnace, the rest of the Taoist lineage could not allow Li Mo to change the family, but the value of the Five Paths Body was the vision of forming a baby, so he could "invite" him back to the mountain gate.
"Probably not. Qingtian has a five-path body, which doesn't mean he has outstanding talent in weapon refining..."
"Wait a minute, where did he learn the skill of making wine? I haven't seen Ziqi Sect have similar wine. Could it be that Wudao Ti has already been able to draw inferences from one example and create its own wine recipe?"
Mr. Zhong's heart was beating wildly, and he felt something unspeakably bad.
He chased Li Mo out and wanted to leave Li Mo behind in Yin Zhuo Wanwu, but the latter had disappeared.
Mr. Zhong had no choice but to bite the bullet and contact the rest of the Nascent Soul Stage of the Mass Burial Incinerator. Those ancestors had been sleeping for many years and could foresee that the port would become turbulent in the coming period.
Li Mo took a carriage and arrived at the unused shop according to the address on the slip, and found that the surrounding area was close to the entrance and exit on the ground floor.
Although the flow of people is not bad, the purchasing power of casual cultivators for physical limbs is limited.
Compared with a craft shop, it is actually more appropriate to be a wine shop. However, the brewing cycle is too long, and you have to follow the path of small profits but quick turnover, which is thankless.
When Li Mo came to the store, there were only a few rows of wooden shelves on the third floor.
He was distracted for a while, while he engraved the plaque in front of the door with "Sihai Weapon Refining Shop" and hung a notice recruiting workers.
The name Sihai means four-legged mountains and seas, just a thought.
He closed his eyes and prepared for the surgery to transform his body. As expected, the other two spells involved the bones and facial features respectively.
………
The port is full of people coming and going.
Sihai Weapon Refining Shop did not attract the attention of the passing monks.
The Mass Burial Incinerator to which the shop belongs was opened by his disciples according to the notice. They knew that this sect did not support weapon refiners, and the applicants might not be able to work as clerks for more than a few days.
Once you become a clerk in a certain tradition, you are no longer welcome in other stores of the tradition.
Only one casual cultivator stared at the notice, his eyes full of surprise, and his mutilated body had to rely on a wooden stick to move.
