Chapter 95: Forging of Eight Deserts (I)

Wu Luo walked around twice and there was nothing good in the store, but there was a circular arch on one side of the desk where the old shopkeeper was sitting, and there was a small hall behind it. The things placed there were different.

Wu Luo just vaguely saw a few things, and a fish tank carved from crystal was placed at the door, filled with red liquid.

Judging from the reaction of spiritual energy, it was at least the blood of the dragon crocodile-level ferocious beast he saw in the forbidden area of ​​Yanshan last time.

There are also materials like "Emperor's Cinnabar" added. This pigment is really the best choice for carving talismans. If Wu Luo had not been carrying the talisman Gu, there was a better choice, and he would have rushed over and grabbed the tank of beast blood Cinnabar in his arms.

On the antique shelf next to the door, there is a green jade pen to wash, which is also an amazing thing.

The blacksmith taught him the method that he could create weapons-type magic weapons, but there was nothing he could do about this kind of person.

The power fluctuations emitted by the brush were no less than the three weapons in the blacksmith's yard.

The items in the small hall are probably of this level. From this we can see that the owner of the calligraphy and painting workshop has indeed much stronger family background than the blacksmith.

However, Wu Luo has never seen a talisman until now, let alone a destiny talisman. It can also show how scarce the talisman master is.

Wu Luo thought for a while, but then stepped forward, bowed to the old man with white beard and said, "Senior."

The old man looked up at him: "What do you need for this young master?"

Wu Luo said straightforwardly: "Senior, take a look at this first."

He handed over the bamboo slips, and the old man looked like a move, and suddenly laughed: "If the old blacksmith can take out this thing, he will definitely pay a lot of money. It seems that he is a big customer, but he is still negligent."

Wu Luo waved his hand: "Senior should know what I'm going to do."

The old man looked as smart as a ghost, so Wu Luo saved some effort and negotiated with him directly. Anyway, he still had tens of thousands of taels of gold and tens of thousands of silver. He paid more silver and didn't even count on losing.

The old man nodded: "You don't know this text, right?"

Wu Luo suddenly felt blessed and said, "If you have such a set of spiritual texts, it is best to sell them to me."

The old man put down the book, stood up slowly and walked backwards: "Let me look for it. There are too many things and it's been too long. I can't remember it for a while."

Wu Luo followed him, and the old man walked through the small hall and opened the secret door again. Behind it was a warehouse. Eighteen large lacquer cabinets were neatly placed.

The old man flipped through it for a while before laughing: "Young master is lucky, but he actually has it."

He took out a long and narrow box from the cabinet and opened it into a scroll.

"Here, "Chyou Demonstration on Demonic Literature."

Wu Luo felt a moment in his heart. The demon god Chiyou was the oldest demon god in the legend. It is said that he once set up a demon dynasty and ruled the world. Later, he was killed by the human rebel generals, which ended his powerful demon dynasty.

Unexpectedly, it was Chiyou's Demonic Text.

Wu Luo recalled the blacksmith just now. Although she was not tall, her muscles looked like tungsten steel. Isn’t it the characteristic of the “Eight Demon Division” commanded by Chi You in the legend!

His heart was shocked, but his face was calm. He reached out to pick up the scroll, and the old man suddenly shrank his hand back.

Wu Luo smiled: "Senior, please offer a price."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Bold! Leave a thousand taels of silver, you can take this thing away."

Wu Luo came out of the calligraphy and painting workshop and happened to see Guo Xiao and others being driven out by the shopkeeper of a shop. The shop was a carriage and the shopkeeper was not a person. When they saw that they refused to leave, they cursed and all the dirty words came out. Most of them were ancient words hundreds of years ago, and people today were afraid that they would not understand them. These monks lived for hundreds of years and could understand them vaguely. They were so angry that their faces turned pale, but they did not dare to attack here. They were extremely depressed and bowed their heads and fell down on the streets.

Who would have thought that it would be so philanthropic in the Dangdang Tianjie? You have to buy it with gold and silver. That thing is useless to monks!

Wu Luo smiled secretly and was about to enter another store, but suddenly he saw a father-in-law carrying Qingshui and passing by him. It was the father-in-law who was in the tofu brain stall early in the morning.

The father-in-law glanced at Wu Luo, had already walked over, but turned back, and said lightly: "If you take care of the old man's business, the old man will give you a sentence: Good fortune is the place where misfortune is."

After saying that, he left immediately. Wu Luo was about to ask, but he had already walked as fast as he was missing.

Wu Luo frowned, and his father-in-law was right. If he had already gained great benefits and wanted to be greedy, he might not have a good ending. If the moon was full, he would lose money, and the same was true for opportunities. If you are too persistent here and use the opportunity to be old, you would be afraid that it would be very bad for the future.

He suddenly realized it in his heart, so he turned around and returned to the small house on the street.

The door of the cottage was open, and everything inside was the same as Wu Luo left in the morning. He closed the door, tidied up the bed, folded the quilt on one side, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Everyone had to stay in Tianjie for three days, but no one came to tell everyone what they were going to do in these three days.

Wu Luo calmed down and carefully studied the "Chiyou Demonic Text". This ancient text is obscure and difficult to understand, and the grammar is very simple, but each character is too complicated. The same character has different meanings in different contexts, and sometimes the meaning is completely opposite.

Wu Luo studied for most of the day and vaguely understood: this Chiyou's demonic text is the text used by the Eight Demon Division ruled by Chiyou in the long time. The Eight Demon Division is not a human race, and their way of thinking is somewhat different from that of humans. If it were Wu Luo, who was a human, would inevitably be awkward to learn.

That night, Wu Luo did not sleep, and continued to study, and finally understood the "Chiyou Demonic Text". Only then did he understand that the four words on the bamboo slip were: Forged by Eight Desolates.

However, he could only understand 30% of the content, and vaguely understood the meaning of this method. It was far from possible to use it.

Wu Luo was not in a hurry. He had already obtained this great opportunity in Tianjie, so he no longer forced it. Even if he spent the next two days, he would use it to comprehend the "Chiyou Demonic Text" and "Eight Desolations Forgings".

Unfortunately, someone came to knock on the door the next afternoon.

The person who came was the blacksmith. When he saw Wu Luo open the door, he immediately said, "Go to the end of the long street and wait for you alone."

Wu Luo did not dare to neglect and went out immediately.

He was a little curious when he walked out. At the end of the sky street, he encountered such a great opportunity when he came here. Then he kept stumbled in the house, and did not even go to the end of the sky street to see what it looked like.

This seems to involve another question: Where is Tianjie?

Wu Luo looked around, his eyes crossed the surrounding shops, but there was a mist in the distance. He sighed: I am afraid that even a powerful person can't see through that layer of fog?

Wu Luo extinguished his snooping heart and ran quickly across the street. There were many shops on both sides, and there were really a lot of them. The street looked narrow but very long. Wu Luo's speed even ran for a cup of tea before he saw his head.

A towering mountain stands at the end of Tianjie. When Wu Luo looked back, the Tianjie was like a streamer hanging from the foot of the mountain. Both sides were filled with mist like clouds, making it look like a fairyland outside.

Guo Xiao and others knelt under the mountain, but they knew very well how philanthropic this "outside fairyland" was. Everyone couldn't help but curse, but they put all their last hope here.

This afternoon, they were told that the Tianjie screening would start at full moon and let them all go to the end of Tianjie.

Guo Xiao and others were "pendicular" and "poor jingling". They were constantly despised, abused, and expelled on the streets, and were extremely miserable. After hearing this news, they subconsciously asked if they wanted money. After being told that they were free, they immediately rushed to the end and waited quickly.

In fact, no one asked them to kneel. If Wu Luo came in advance, he would probably buy a chair from a nearby store to sit. But first, Guo Xiao and others had no money, and second, they were still very awe of Tianjie in their hearts, and subconsciously knelt down.

But when they knelt down, they knelt for several hours. Until it was almost dark and the shopkeepers of the surrounding shops closed the door, they slowly gathered around them.

But these people are obviously just spectators and not in charge.

After another incense stick, three people came down from the mountain and floated in front of everyone. Guo Xiao and others looked up and were startled: they were the three people in the tofu brain stall early yesterday morning!

The middle-aged man seemed to still resent the grudge of Wu Luo's tofu brain yesterday. His eyes as big as a copper bell were searching for Wu Luo in the crowd.

"Where is that boy? Why is there no one? Could it be that he ran away halfway!" the middle-aged man asked.

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and they couldn't help cursing in their hearts. Wu Luo, you are stupid, you offended people, but you want us to be scolded.

The blacksmith ran back quickly: "I'll call him..."

When Wu Luo came, Guo Xiao and others almost killed him. Everyone knelt for so long, so you can hide in the house and sleep in.

The tofu brain stall owner was in the middle, with the old man on his left hand and the middle-aged man on his right hand. The middle-aged man glared at Wu Luo fiercely: "It's not a small aura, stand there."

Only then did Guo Xiao and others realize that there was no need to kneel down! I felt so wronged.

Wu Luo stood aside, the father-in-law in the middle stood up and said to everyone: "This is the rule of Tianjie. Everyone has a chance, it depends on your luck."

My father-in-law is open-minded and his words exudes a sense of tranquility and inaction.

After explaining it in two sentences, he took the old man and the middle-aged man to retreat. What should he do next, he didn't tell everyone. Guo Xiao and others were confused, but they didn't dare to ask, so they could only continue to kneel down.
Chapter completed!