As the door opened, a cold wind blew slowly out from behind the door.

This wind is not the kind of coolness in winter, but the real coldness that blows into people's souls and makes them cold from the bottom of their hearts.

I stood at the door and couldn't help but wrap my cloak on my body. As long as I am a cultivator, no matter how stupid I can know what the wind is going on?

Yin wind often appears in the extreme Yin land (not expecting pure Yin energy. If it is pure Yin energy, it should be called spiritual veins). Generally speaking, it is also a place where ghosts are prone to gather.

I already knew in my heart that this ghost market is probably just as Brother Zhengchuan said, a ghost market has become a ghost market.

But, why is this?

My heart was full of doubts, but at this moment, a man in a white robe slowly walked out from behind the door, and the door was not as terrifying as I thought, but a clear yellow and bright piece, but because it was a candlelight, it seemed so swaying.

"Someone came so early?" The man in white robe saw me and Brother Masahiro standing at the door and said in a low voice.

Nonsense, the time for the market opening is here, shouldn’t it come?

I thought so in my heart, but I was silent on my lips. The man in white seemed to like to talk to himself, and then whispered: "Yes, it's time to open the market."

While speaking, he gave up a little bit of a seat, and let Brother Masahiro and I enter the gate.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt that the temperature seemed to be lower than outside. Brother Zhengchuan was weak and couldn't help but tremble slightly at this time.

Who would have thought that the coldness in this place would be like this? It was like the cold winter month. Moreover, it would be useless to wear two more clothes. It must be resisted by the person's own yang fire.

I was very worried about Brother Zhengchuan's weakness, but I didn't expect that the man in white robe seemed to be idle. He suddenly said: "This little coldness is nothing to the cultivator, right? This guy looks worse than ordinary people."

After saying this, the corners of his mouth curled up and his eyes narrowed into a slit. Not only did he not look like sympathy, but he seemed a little bit like he was looking at Brother Masakawa in a narrow way.

We naturally don’t need sympathy, but what’s going on with this expression? Full of malice, the anger in my heart surged up again, and I pulled Brother Masahiro forward. Just as I was about to speak, he was grabbed by Brother Masahiro, and then said to the man in a calm tone: “Sorry, I have an old disease, so my body looks a little weaker.”

"Oh?" The man in white robe suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Brother Zhengchuan and said, "This is still the hall. The ghost market is probably even colder. Brother, do you want to have this picture?"

While speaking, the man in white robe took out a stack of yellow talisman paper from his robe and handed it to me and Brother Zhengchuan.

I took this talisman paper in confusion. As long as I sensed it with my soul power, I could feel the warm fluctuations coming from above. Obviously, this was a Zhengyang talisman.

The talisman is naturally true, not the "ghost painting talisman" (the meaning of a false talisman) drawn by the liar in the world, just by drawing a few so-called talisman books. However, in the circle of cultivators, it is only the lowest level talisman, and its function is nothing more than to strengthen a little human yang energy. In a sense, if the yang energy is sufficient, it will naturally be able to ward off evil.

Putting it outside, this kind of thing is useless to me and Brother Masahiro.

But at this time, Brother Zhengchuan naturally needed this thing. I just didn't expect that people from the Snow Mountain lineage were also doing business in this ghost market. Does Aunt Chengzhen know about this?

Thinking of this in my heart, I still don’t understand the sensation on the surface. I almost got angry just now, and Brother Zhengchuan pulled me, which reminded me that I knew that I should be low-key and tolerant when doing things here, so I asked: “So, what price do we want to do this talisman?”

The man in white robe has introduced us to the rules of the ghost market.

Here, secular money is naturally hard currency. If you can't bring that much money, gold can also be used for trading.

However, when it comes to better things, they usually trade things for things.

This talisman is the most common, but I don’t think it’s too expensive. The cultivator smiled and raised the talisman in his hand, saying, “Although this Zhengyang talisman is ordinary, it is drawn by the master of the most powerful talisman formation in my Snow Mountain lineage. The effect and duration are much stronger. If you trade it with secular coins, it’s 10,000 yuan. It’s still because you have the token of the inner market.”

I was so angry that I was holding my chest. Is this broken talisman worth ten thousand? People from the Snow Mountain lineage are so "greedy"?

But Brother Masahiro held my shoulder tightly, and I couldn't have an attack. After taking a few deep breaths, I had to take out ten thousand from the small bag I was carrying, because Brother Masahiro needed it, not to mention ten thousand, even if I paid all the money I had, I would be willing.

As for whether I was blackmailed, I was too lazy to think about being in this ghost market, and I suddenly felt like "people are under the roof and have to bow their heads."

But at this moment, Brother Zhengchuan grabbed me and said to the man in white robe: "We can't stay in the ghost market for long, we don't need it. Thank you."

"Brother Zhengchuan" I called out to Brother Zhengchuan, how could I not need it? How long can I fight in the ghost market for a physical condition like Brother Zhengchuan?

But Brother Zhengchuan insisted on pulling me and leaving.

I didn't understand what Brother Zhengchuan meant, so I could only rely on Brother Zhengchuan silently, but I didn't expect that the man in white robe who opened the door would become more fierce at this time, and said, "I kindly sold you a collection of Zhengyang Talisman. What's your attitude? If you say no, don't you?"

I had already gathered a lot of anger in my heart. Faced with such words, I finally couldn't help it. I turned around and turned around and sneered, "You are so big in the snow-capped mountain lineage. Can you still buy and sell forcibly?"

"You little boy, dare you disrespect me in the snow mountain line?" The man in white robe had a glimmer of excitement, as if he had finally grasped our handle. Then he paused and said with a very obvious threat: "Now this talisman has returned to its original price, 20,000 yuan. If you buy it properly, I will pretend that I didn't hear this sentence today, otherwise, I will use my snow mountain line to protect the people of the world. Your disrespect will cause the world's cultivators to chase and kill."

While speaking, he looked at Brother Zhengchuan and me tightly and whispered: "I don't mind, I'll punish you guys who don't know the best."

What is this? Not to mention the leader of the decent sect in the Snow Mountain lineage, even if the cultivators in the world are ordinary small hills, they cannot be shameless to reach this point without calling themselves a decent sect cultivator?

But I am not stupid. At this time, I wouldn't let him hold on to the stalker. Instead, I was not so angry. Instead, I looked at the man in white and said, "Our inner city token was given by your Snow Mountain lineage Elder Ji and Elder Xiao who had just left. But you said we were disrespectful to the Snow Mountain lineage. Does that mean they took a look?"

While speaking, I looked outside the door. At this time, more and more cultivators had rushed to the nearest place, less than fifty meters away from the door.

"Okay, you said that the cultivators in the world have arrived today. I believe that someone is willing to inform Elder Ji, and then should they gather together with cultivators in the world to evaluate the reason?" I also stared at the white-robed man in front of me and said in a low voice.

"You" he obviously didn't expect me to say that.

Even, he didn't know that Brother Zhengchuan and I had tokens from the inner city because who would take the tokens from the inner city and go to the outer city? Hearing Brother Zhengchuan said that when he went to the inner city, he not only had to drink the medicine made by the old man, but also had a special person to lead him. He had to wait in the same place and make some preparations.

But at this time, facing such a scoundrel, he thought it was easy to bully when he was low-key.

I had already found the token of the inner city and shook it in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing the real value of the inner market token, the white-robed man's face changed indifferently. In the end, he was unable to squeeze out a smile and pretended to be fine: "Since that's the case, passing through this small hall, there are four downward doors in front. Whichever one you enter will lead to the outer market."

I put away the token and didn't want to get too entangled with him. I just pulled Brother Zhengchuan and walked inside.

In this hall, there are bright lights, with eight huge oil lamps hanging, but the lights are shaking and it takes some time to adapt. Only then did I notice that something was carved on the four walls of this small hall.

These things are not carved with various gods and immortals that Taoist practitioners often use, nor are they totem gods and ghosts.

On the contrary, some ordinary daily affairs are a bit like the feeling of going up the river map on the Qingming Festival, as if recording the ordinary life of many ordinary people in a city from morning to dusk.

What does this mean?
Chapter completed!