Chapter 247: Fraud

Cangsuyuan.

The clouds are shrouded in mist, making it impossible to distinguish reality from reality.

Zhou Yi flew several times in the air, but couldn't find the entrance and couldn't break open with brute force, so he had to fall down.

Outside Cangsuyuan, there was a monk walking in the mountains. Zhou Yi stepped forward to catch up with one of them and shouted.

"Fellow Taoist, stay here. May I ask Cang Suyuan how to walk?"

The Taoist in front heard the sound, stopped and looked back, and saw an old man in a blue Taoist robe holding floating dust in his hand, walking briskly.

His consciousness swept over the old man, as if there was nothing, but he could see clearly in front of him.

The Taoist hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I have met my senior, Xiao Dao Qingyuan Valley Yunshan."

"No need to be too polite, I am a poor Taoist from Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain."

Zhou Yi transformed into Yun Zhongzi, cupped his hands and said, "I've heard the name of the Fairy Spirit Association for a long time. It's my first time here. I don't know how to enter Cangsu Abyss?"

Qingyuan replied: "You can reach the realm of Cangsu Yuan a hundred miles ahead. If there is no special invitation to guide you, no matter how immortal or mortal you are, you must walk there."

"I see, Changsheng's ostentation is quite grand!"

Zhou Yi caressed his beard and said, "My little friend has an evil spirit between his brows and unstable luck. It's better to stay in seclusion in the valley these days."

After saying that, he stepped forward, taking dozens of feet at a time, and disappeared in an instant.

"That guy Changsheng... Changsheng..."

Qingyuan's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and walked away, planning to go back to the valley to retreat for ten or eight years before coming out.

Early morning hours.

There is mist in the mountains.

The Baili Mountain Road was only a short moment for Zhou Yi. Along the way, he met many people or demons going to Cangsuyuan. The monks and demons looked at them angrily, and were frightened by the rules of the Immortal Immortal and did not start fighting.

During this period, the most common people I saw were mortals seeking immortality. Some were dressed in expensive clothes, some were in coarse linen, some were alone, and some were protected by groups of servants.

Under the influence of the restriction formation, there are thousands of towering ancient trees outside Cangsu Yuan. There are no roads, and it is difficult to distinguish between east and west, making it difficult to maintain an accurate direction.

Mortals seeking immortality go through thorns and thorns, and when they encounter an immortal master passing by, they quickly bow and salute, and then adjust their direction of travel.

Mortals who are unlucky enough to encounter a great demon are swallowed into the demon's belly in an instant and die quietly.

The unlucky big demon wanted to make a fortune, but thunder fell from the sky and turned into charcoal.

What God said, the Immortal Immortal is close to the demon clan, is most likely true.

Cangsuyuan Fairy Spirit Association, a hundred years ago and even earlier, was only a grand gathering of human races, and no demon race was allowed to enter.

About half an hour.

The fog gradually dissipated, and there was a faint buzz of people.

Zhou Yi took a few more steps, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Looking up at the majestic deep valley ahead, there are cliffs thousands of feet high on the left and right, and the surging river in the middle divides the valley bottom into two sides. To the left is the ordinary city, with rows of pavilions and pavilions. On the right side, there is a mist, and you can vaguely see the Golden Court, Jade Pillars and Glazed Palace.

There are no boats or bridges on the river, but occasionally there are escaping lights flying left and right.

Zhou Yi was about to turn into the light and go to the right bank of the river, which was obviously where the monks gathered.

A crisp voice came.

"Zhenren, the Fairy Club will not open for another five days, so why not take a stroll in the ordinary market first?"

Zhou Yi followed the sound and saw a young man not far away, bowing and bowing repeatedly.

The young man said: "Little Sun Ren has lived in Cangsuyuan since he was a child, and he is familiar with every place."

Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept through and found that Sun Ren only had a small amount of magic power in his body. Judging from his thick hands and feet, he should also practice martial arts. He asked: "Since the poor man is a real person, why do he need to go to the ordinary market?"

"The real person doesn't know anything."

Sun Ren looked happy. As long as the real person is willing to talk, the business will be successful: "There are also many good things in this ordinary market. A few days ago, someone bought Taiyi Fine Gold with five spiritual stones, and everyone came here..."

Taiyi fine gold is a material for refining high-grade flying sword instruments.

The five spirit stones were indeed a huge profit, but in Zhou Yi's opinion, they were worthless.

The yellow and white magical power allowed Zhou Yi to refine the fine gold into Taiyi fine gold, which increased its value more than ten times.

Simply collecting spiritual objects is of no use to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi was about to leave on a cloud, but suddenly an idea occurred to him and he said, "Take Pindao for a ride."

"Yes, please come with me, real person."

Sun Ren led the way while introducing the history of Cangsuyuan.

It is said that Cangsuyuan was once occupied by an evil dragon. After the Immortal Immortal attained enlightenment, he killed the evil dragon and established a sect here. As for whether it is true, only Immortal Immortal knows. After all, it was a history of nearly three thousand years ago.

The Immortal Immortal likes to make friends, lives on the immortal lotus root, and holds a fairy meeting every hundred years.

The effectiveness of fairy lotus root is relatively useless. It is also a pure yang fairy fruit, which can be added to the refining of many kinds of elixirs.

From the beginning, Cangsuyuan was a place where immortals and Buddhas chatted about Taoism, tasted immortal plants, and bartered, and gradually developed into a world-famous human holy land.

Intimidated by the reputation of the Immortal Immortal, there is no demon city for thousands of miles around, and there are many human races living in families.

After obtaining the consent of the true immortal, these cultivating families established a market on the left bank of Cangsuyuan to trade spiritual objects. Due to the blessing of the true immortal, the city is safe and stable. As time goes by, it has become a famous trading place in several continents.

Sun Ren whispered: "Real person, it is said that there are many demon kings who turn into human forms and trade in the market."

"I see it."

Zhou Yi caught a glimpse of a deer demon, bargaining with the store.

The spiritual object sold by the deer demon was actually his old horn that had fallen off. It was a demon king-level spiritual object and was worth a lot of money.

"The shops around here have all been appraised by experts, and there are only confirmed fakes, and they have never been missed..."

Sun Ren whispered: "If you want to buy good things, you have to go to the Free Market ahead."

After a while, Zhou Yi saw Free Square City.

Free Market is a large open space, covering dozens of acres. You only need to rent a place to set up a stall. The goods sold by the stall owners are all kinds of strange, such as ten thousand year old elixir, fragments of immortal tools, and true immortal treasure maps...

One is more exaggerated than the other, and there are really young people who ask.

Of course, there are more people who do business honestly and sell spiritual objects that they don't need.

"I'll go shopping by myself."

Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and a fist-sized spiritual stone fell into Sun Ren's hand.

This is Zhou Yi's smallest piece. Occasionally, when he helps people refine pills, the other party pays spiritual stones in thousands of pounds.

"Thank you for the reward, Master."

Sun Ren bowed repeatedly. He hadn't taken Zhou Yi to several high-level scam stalls, but with this spiritual stone, he didn't care about the commission given by the stall owner.

Zhou Yi shuttled through the market, and when he saw someone selling spiritual beasts, he went up to touch them and sense the power of blood.

The ability to adjust birds is used to identify the value of spiritual beasts, which is definitely more accurate than the cultivators of the Beast Taming Sect.

Unfortunately, after visiting most of the stalls, the best one was a crane cub, whose bloodline was comparable to that of a high-quality spiritual beast. If it is well cultivated, it can be promoted to a demon king in the future. Several spiritual masters surrounded the stall owner and pushed the price to a sky-high price.

One of the spiritual masters was transformed from a demon king.

Zhou Yi resisted the idea of ​​ambush and kill the demon king. The reward for killing the demon king is likely to be more valuable than the entire market combined.

This trip has a bigger goal, so we can't alert the enemy for the time being.

There are not only immortal immortals in Cangsuyuan, but also their immortal and Buddha friends, as well as the demon immortals who were invited.

Zhou Yi likes to beat others up, but he doesn't like to be beaten up.

After visiting most of the stalls, he saw that there was nothing good. He was about to return to the stall he was interested in, but suddenly he sensed a trace of fire.

Let the immortal sense the fire, at least it is a high-quality spiritual fire.

Following the source of the fire, I looked at a cage of birds of different colors. The stall owner was an old Taoist in a blue robe, with white hair and a childlike face, and kind eyes.

Zhou Yi walked over to carefully identify it. The one emitting the fire was one of the birds, with a red beak, red feathers, red tail, and red claws. It looked unhappy and was not noticeable among the colorful birds.

"Daoyou, what kind of spiritual beast is this?"

The old Taoist said: "A messenger bird, after being cultivated, can perform escape techniques, with extremely fast speed, and is often used for communication."

"So this is the messenger bird."

Zhou Yi compiled the Monster Hunting Record, so how could he not know about the messenger bird? He pretended not to recognize it and said: "Can I have my hands on it?"

"Yes."

The old Taoist opened the cage, and the bird was very intelligent, and immediately flew to the gap to escape.

Bang bang bang!

The spiritual light flashed, and a layer of transparent restrictions emerged, and the bird was dizzy.

Zhou Yi reached in and stroked a few birds at random. Finally, his palm landed on the fiery red bird, sensing the extremely rich fire blood in its body, which was not inferior to Mao Jiu.

Mao Jiu was steady, but he had endless innate skills and easily cultivated the talent of Hu Tian Divine Power, which showed that his blood was extraordinary.

Zhou Yi asked: "Daoyou, how much do you want to sell this red one?"

"No!"

The old Taoist snapped the bird cage shut, and his words became telepathic, saying: "I can't recognize the origin of this bird, Daoyou must know something or two, why don't you tell me, I will reward you handsomely."

"..."

Zhou Yi looked at the old Taoist carefully again, with a head full of white hair and untidy beard, why did he look so annoying.

"One thousand catties of spiritual stones!"

"Fellow Daoist, this is my favorite spiritual beast!"

"Ten thousand catties."

"This is not about spiritual stones..."

"Twenty thousand catties, if you don't sell it, we'll part ways."

"I won't take away what you love, this spiritual beast is still destined for you!"

The old Taoist took out the fiery red bird with great pain, took the spiritual stones handed over by Zhou Yi, scanned the number with his spiritual sense, and couldn't help asking: "Fellow Daoist, what kind of spiritual beast is this?"

"This is not a spiritual beast."

A black hole appeared on Zhou Yi's sleeve, and the fiery red bird was put into it.

Mao Jiu refined the entrance to the pot in his mouth and swallowed himself, turning the storage magic into a hidden defense technique. Inspired by this, Zhou Yi refined the entrance to the pot in his sleeve, and when the magic was perfected, he could perform the beggar's version of the sleeve.

"It's not a spiritual beast..."

The old Taoist looked at Zhou Yi leaving the background, and suddenly had a guess, and was immediately relieved and regretful.

Zhou Yi was immediately interested when he found a bird with extraordinary bloodline. He tirelessly used his bird-controlling ability to sense every spiritual beast in the market. Unfortunately, the so-called "picking up a bargain" only appears in the Qi Refining Realm. The spiritual cultivators may not understand it, but the Yin God can sense good and bad.

For example, the shameless old Taoist sensed that the bird was extraordinary, but he couldn't recognize its origin, so he asked someone who knew the business to identify it.

To raise spiritual beasts, you also need to identify the bloodline first, otherwise you will get half the result with twice the effort, and waste a lot of spiritual objects in vain.

After a round of nothing special, Zhou Yi returned to a stall.

The stall owner was a man with a simple face. He looked like a farmer in a Taoist robe, but the stall in front of him was much more generous than others. He directly rented more than ten feet wide.

The long banner erected on the side was very conspicuous, with six big characters on it: Ancient relics and immortal materials.

Ancient, relics, immortal materials, each word alone can attract cultivators, let alone when they are superimposed together.

On the stalls were gray, earthy bronze blocks, tripod feet, bronze spears, spear heads, bell ears...

In ancient times, in the eyes of most monks, bronze weapons, tripods, and bells were all there.

Most people knew that the so-called immortal materials were 100% fake, but the stall owners sold them cheaply, which always attracted many people who gambled on their luck.

Buddhist and Taoist monks chanted scriptures and meditated every day, but they only got rid of worldly desires. When they encountered superior spiritual objects, their minds were not as clear as those of ordinary people.

The higher the level of cultivation, the greater the desire, and only then will the inner demon attack.

No matter how much the mortals doubt themselves and God, at most they will be depressed, and it has never been heard that they will give birth to inner demons.

"Oh, what is this?"

Suddenly.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd. The cultivator who had just bought the "immortal material" was left with a thumb-sized bright yellow metal after the spiritual fire was calcined.

"Taiyi Jingjin!"

"At least ten kilograms, worth thousands of spiritual stones!"

"Five spiritual stones, earning two hundred times in a blink of an eye!"

"..."

The exclamations attracted the cultivators who originally despised the stall owner and customers.

The honest stall owner said: "Fellow Daoists, I, Tie Niu, used to be a farmer who made a living in the soil. I was lucky enough to embark on the path of Taoism, and I still made a living by digging in the soil. These bronze fragments were dug out from ancient ruins..."

"Of course, they are all ruins that have been visited by predecessors. I dare not bet on the tomb of immortals!"

After saying this, many hesitant people made up their minds. Five spiritual stones cannot buy losses or be deceived.

What if I win five million... Bah, win Taiyi Jingjin, wouldn't it be a huge profit!

Zhou Yi found that everyone at the bottom of the cultivation world is a talent. Gimmicks, babysitters, magic, and rhetoric... are thrown at them one after another, and those who are not strong in Taoism will be deceived.

"Fellow Daoists, I want all ten pieces."

Zhou Yi used the yellow and white magical powers to sense that among the thousands of bronzes on the stall, only these ten pieces were dug out of real ruins.

Of course, the spiritual energy has dissipated for countless years, and it has long degenerated into ordinary things, and has no actual value.

Tie Niu scanned the mark on the bronze ware, his face changed slightly, and he quickly bowed and said: "This senior, you can give it as you see fit."

The online person specifically instructed that people who can accurately distinguish the real from the fake are at least masters of spiritual refining, and must not cause trouble. So even if there is no business today, Tie Niu dare not cheat Zhou Yi, otherwise he will earn spiritual stones but not live.

People come and go in Cangsuyuan. Tomorrow, change the place and change the appearance. As long as Taiyi Jingjin is still there, there will be no shortage of fools to be fooled.

"I won't take advantage of you."

Zhou Yi casually threw down ten kilograms of spiritual stones and left a mark on the stall owner so that he could be found at any time.

Turning around and leaving, he met Sun Ren again.

Sun Ren was leading a white-haired old monk, talking endlessly about the great history of Cangsuyuan and the story of Taiyi Jingjin.

The old monk walked tremblingly, as if he would die at any time.

When Sun Ren saw Zhou Yi, he immediately bowed and saluted. The spiritual stone weighed more than seven pounds, equivalent to more than seventy spiritual stones.

This was the most he had ever earned after working as a shopping guide for so long... a warm-hearted local.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, without reminding Sun Ren that the black evil spirit gathered between his eyebrows, indicating a bloody disaster.

I reminded you today. If you continue to deceive people in the future, you will meet him again. Karma is not false.

The Buddha's light on the old monk was pure, and ordinary people only thought he was a high monk. However, how could the familiar smell of white lotus hide from the Buddha's butcher Zhou Yi.