Looking at the Moon Mountain.

The mountain is full of green and covered by a layer of fog all year round.

At the foot of the mountain, large areas of colorful flowers bloomed, carrying a little bit of poisonous powder, forming a fog and miasma.

On this day, two figures came from afar and entered the poisonous fog.

"There is a miasma around this mountain, so it is difficult for mortals to enter..."

Jiang Kun introduced to Zhong Shenxiu.

He said, and flicked his sleeves casually, and the colorful mist separated from the middle: "Of course, it is not a difficult task for any monk with extraordinary power."

Zhong Shenxiu looked around and saw a few little people with transparent wings and jade-like carved flowers hiding behind flower buds and green leaves, timidly looking at the person coming.

"This is a kind of strange ambition, called 'Flower', which was specially raised here to manage this sea of ​​flowers... It is said that in the Western Land, there is also an alias called Flower Fairy..."

Seeing that Zhong Shenxiu was interested, Jiang Kun couldn't help but say something more.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at a beautiful flower fairy and couldn't help but smile.

The flower fairy also smiled, and saw countless tentacles circling together at the exit...

‘Uh…it’s not cute at all now.’

Zhong Shenxiu felt speechless and followed Jiang Kun into a huge market halfway up the hillside of Wangyue Mountain.

After entering a stone gate, the ground suddenly became much flattering, and stilt buildings were built along the mountain, constantly winding upwards.

"Here, monks from Wangyuefang City, hundreds of miles of cultivators like to come here to stroll and communicate with each other..."

Jiang Kun introduced.

Zhong Shenxiu looked around and found that there were not many monks, but each of them had a gloomy expression and a dangerous aura emanated from his body.

After all, the cultivation path in this world is very strange, so it is unlikely that monks will have more warm colors.

In fact, these monks who still maintain human form are already considered good.

With a short glance, Zhong Shenxiu saw several strange-shaped guys, some covered with black hair, while others were wearing a giant wolf head, like a reincarnation of a fairy.

Also, it is simply a black mist without a fixed shape.

‘If I put it at night, maybe I could get a hundred ghosts to walk around at night?’

He complained in his heart.

"In this market, the materials are Wanbaolou, the elixirs are Tiandingfang, and various classics and classics are still to read Tingchao Pavilion!"

Jiang Kun pointed to several huge buildings and introduced to Zhong Shenxiu: "I wonder what Brother Fang wants to see first?"

"Look at the classics first... I'm a little interested in Tingchao Pavilion."

Zhong Shenxiu replied.

"Anyone who comes here for the first time will make such a choice. Alas... How difficult is it for us to obtain a fundamental Dharma?"

Jiang Kun sighed with some meaning: "Even if there are only some other side-minded and left-minded techniques in Tingchao Pavilion, the cost is huge. In addition, there are some customs and customs, and the introduction to practice... There is definitely no inheritance that is truly comparable to the authentic Xuanmen sect."

"In addition, the rest are ancient books that have not been translated, and they are all written in the "Big Way Text", which is very dangerous... Tingchao Pavilion's "Literary Master" basically dies or goes crazy every month..."

"The Great Dao Text" is actually an ancient writing. It is believed by monks in this world that contain fragments of the Great Dao. It is very mysterious and can enhance the Tao, but it is also very dangerous.

The copy of the [Four Seas Sutra] obtained by Zhong Shenxiu before was just a hand-written translation, which has already had a powerful effect of causing people to be crazy.

But if it is the original version, the [Four Seas Sutra] written in the Great Dao text, its mystery is more than a hundred times, but its danger is ten thousand times better!

Basically, no matter how high the cultivators who study this kind of "single book" are almost crazy later. However, the manuscripts they left behind and the translated manuscripts can be learned and utilized by monks. Even if they are incomplete, their value is sometimes even higher than the original ones.

"oh?"

Zhong Shenxiu became interested.

After all, even if you don’t use the main body, just Fang Lang’s squatting corpse and immortal level, there are almost no ancient books that can make him crazy.

‘It seems...it seems like there is hope of finding a bargain?’

With a little interest, he walked into Tingchao Pavilion with Jiang Kun.

After entering the huge door, you can see the shelf made of bamboo strips.

On it, insects that looked like silkworms were climbing on the shelf, occasionally devouring mulberry leaves fed by the clerk.

"This is a bookworm... one can record a large number of text images. If the customer sells it and swallows it on the spot, he can directly remember all the content recorded by the bookworm."

Jiang Kun explained aside.

"Chongchuang is so cute, at least it has to be fried before eating..."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled and said.

"This... the guests are really interesting, and this wonderful idea. I haven't tried it yet. I can give you some suggestions to the guests next time. Some guests are really not used to eating raw..."

The clerk was also under test. He didn't feel any more slight in hearing this, but instead thought about it seriously.

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and walked straight towards a wooden frame, and found a small label on it:

[The art of the zombie: After it is refined, it turns into a black stern, with infinite power and invincible...]

[Tao: When practicing, you need to bury your body in the soil for three days, and you must not hear the thunder sound during this period! After refining, avoid chicken blood and listen to the rooster crowing, otherwise you will lose all your reason and die of madness!]

...

On the wooden rack behind the label, there were similar silkworms crawling. Obviously, each one was a secret book of [The Art of the Bomb].

But even in Jiang Kun's opinion, it's a bit useless.

His family passed on magic, but they just couldn't eat beef and mutton. The taboo of this [瓣生] is even more troublesome. There are roosters everywhere. If you are not careful, you may break the ban and then become a more miserable ending than a resident.

Of course, Zhong Shenxiu looked at another bookshelves.

[Nether Sha Yan: It is formed by the integration of the Western Method Sect by Taoist Master "Dunshanzi", and you can transform into a deceased soul and obtain the ability to control sand...]

[Tao: Don't hear cats crying, otherwise the spell will backfire and you will definitely die!]

"This technique of being a side and a left-minded person is indeed too expensive..."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed and called the clerk: "Does there be ancient books, original?"

"Are you serious, this guest?"

The clerk widened his eyes, as if he had seen some monster.

"I'm good at interpreting articles."

Zhong Shenxiu made an excuse casually.

"It turns out that the guest is a 'learning master'! He is really disrespectful..."

The clerk praised him and didn't have much sincerity. After all, this job is really hard to do, and he always associates with madness and death.

Only some monks who are about to come or who are desperate will be recruited and will be reluctant to do this job.

The other young monks who have no hidden secrets choose to be the "Xiewen Master" because they are simply brain-related!
Chapter completed!