It was not until the disciples went to wash up that Master Zhao came to me and asked me: "Did your master pass the Tiangang Sword to you last night?"

I nodded to Master Zhao, and Master Zhao said to me again: "Tonight, the door trip opens. You should pay special attention to a person with a long finger. That person must be the one who makes trouble for our Soul Village."

At this time, Liang Houzai came over and asked me Master Zhao: "Second Grandpa, so you already know who caused the mess yesterday?"

Master Zhao nodded and said proudly: "Of course, isn't it just a thief with three-legged cat kung fu, and can he escape my magical eyes?"

Liang Houzai frowned slightly and said, "Since everyone knows who it is, why don't you arrest him now and have to wait until tonight to let my brother Dao go on the risk?"

After hearing what Liang Houzai said, Master Zhao's face suddenly fell down, and he gave Liang Houzai a blank look and said, "Of course we have our reasons for doing this. How can you little kids understand what you think?"

After saying that, Master Zhao went to the kitchen.

Liang Houzai stared at my Master Zhao's back and whispered to me: "Brother Dao, it seems that Grandpa Chai and the others just want to take this opportunity to practice you. I think since they have made such a plan, there should be no danger in this matter."

Liang Houzai's voice was very small, there were many people in the hall and it was very messy, but Master Zhao could still hear him talking. He turned his head while walking and rolled his eyes to Liang Houzai. Liang Houzai quickly shrank his head and stuck out his tongue at me.

Actually, I thought about what Liang Houzai said before, but if this matter is not dangerous, I don’t believe it. I understand my master’s character. If there is no danger hidden in it, he would not have been rushing to pass the Tiangang Sword to me in a hurry. Although my master was a bit suspicious of my teaching for helping me grow in the first two years before I entered the master’s sect, after I planted the coffin for the second time, the master’s teaching process suddenly slowed down.

When it comes to teaching, if there is no special reason, the master still pays great attention to gradual progress.

After dinner in the morning, my master took me around the foot market for a few more times. This time we didn’t enter any shop, but we walked repeatedly along several paths from the entrance to the ghost market to the foot of the foot of the foot of the foot of the gate. While walking, my master also counted the time.

The master said that the people who were in trouble in the ghost market yesterday were obviously prepared. Since he dared to stay and participate in the transaction of the Gate and Dingjiaojie, he must have thought of a way out. From the Gate and Dingjiaojie to the entrance of the Gate and Dingjiaojie, the most convenient route consists of eight Xun-character roads and seven Zhenzi roads, which run through seven major roads.

The master also told me not to rush to kill after encountering an enemy, and be sure to catch the alive. If the other party is difficult to deal with, find a way to delay the time. There are many fellow men in the door trip. If I can't stand it, they will definitely help. If the other party escapes, chase it along this road.

Even if my master didn't tell me like this, I would definitely not kill. After all, for me at that time, killing people was undoubtedly a difficult thing to accept. And I could also hear from my master's words that no matter what I would encounter this time, he would never interfere. Not only would he not interfere, but when he returned to the door trip, he also told Liang Houzai not to interfere in my affairs.

I have to solve this matter with my own strength.

After returning to the venue where Mendingjiaoxing, Master asked Liang Houzai and I to clean the venue carefully. He placed the three commercial goods he had prepared last night on the platform, and then sat alone on the table and smoked in a cowardly manner.

At noon, Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Brother Feng came over with a few packs of compressed biscuits and filled their stomachs with mineral water.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, people gathered outside the door of the door. When I pushed open the front door, they saw the Gu Refining Cup placed on the high platform. Many people began to guess what the thing was, and some people were discussing the price of Gu Refining Cup. To be honest, the price they said from them seemed to me to be a sky-high price. I have never seen that much money before.

In the crowd, the two old monks I had seen before appeared. They didn't seem interested in refining the Gu Cup and did not participate in other people's discussions. They only stared at the snakeskin bag that my master did not have on his belt. I felt that they seemed to be able to sense what was in the bag.

The first quarter of an hour passed just after seven o'clock in the evening. As the bell at the top of the town gate hall sounded again, the door trip officially opened!

People gathered outside the door suddenly entered one after another. The hundreds of chairs placed in the venue were filled with people in a blink of an eye. My master waved at me, pointed at the door again, and signaled me to close the door.

When I closed the door, there were still people outside the door. They were not invited to participate in the transaction of the door trip, but this could not stop the curiosity in their hearts. When the door was closed, through the white paper pasted on the door frame, I saw a few people coming over immediately. Although I could only see a black silhouette, I could guess from their movements that they were putting their faces on the door panel, pricking up their ears to eavesdrop on the movement inside.

At this time, my master took off the snakeskin bag on his belt, held it high, and shouted at the people in the venue: "The eminent monks of the Western Jin Dynasty passed away, leaving behind this seven-color relics, the Buddhist treasure."

After saying this briefly, my master directly quoted the price. I really wanted to say the price of the relic, which can more directly prove that the "sky-high price" I mentioned is not fake at all. However, the Ghost Market has the rules of the Ghost Market. No product sold here can be bluntly stated to the outside world.

So I can only say that it is really a sky-high price. I don’t know if the word “priceful” can be used to describe it accurately, but I don’t have any other words in my mind. In short, it is a huge amount of money, a large amount of money that I can’t spend in my lifetime.

The two old monks are most interested in this seven-color relics, but when they heard the price quoted by my master, their expressions on their faces were a little hesitant.

My master put on his snakeskin gloves and pushed the Gu refining cup to the front of the stage, shouting to the audience: "A thousand-year Gu refining cup has been refined into an unparalleled golden silkworm Gu."

Just a bite of money, the price was almost the same as the seven-color relics of the monks of the Western Jin Dynasty. I saw a few people dressed in Miao people and began to whisper and discuss, as if they were ready to buy them.

Finally, my master took out the purple Hao from the slender cloth bag and shouted: "Xiaolongtan thousand-year-old spiritual bamboo, made of five hundred-year-old rabbit hair, was made from Huang Hui, a master of pen making in the Tang Dynasty. There is only one piece in the world."

What I didn't expect was that this purple hair, which looked nothing strange, was actually the most expensive of the three commercial products, and most of the people who were interested in it were Taoist people.

About one-third of the people sitting in the venue were dressed as Miao people, and about half were dressed as Taoists. Except for the two old monks, the rest were all wearing modern people's clothes, and it was impossible to tell which school they belonged to.

I remember Mr. Zhao asked me to pay attention to a person with a long finger this morning. When my master started bargaining with the guests in the audience, I was observing carefully in the crowd at the venue.

After a while, Xian'er suddenly said to me quietly: "Look at the third row and the fourth row, that person is so strange."

There were too many seats in the venue. I searched for a long time before I found the person Xian'er mentioned.

It was a middle-aged man with a thick layer of wax hair. He was wearing a suit with very exquisite workmanship and a faint blue tie. When I looked at him, he took out a small bottle of moisturizing oil from his pocket and repeatedly wiping it on the palms and back of his hands. I saw that his fingers were extremely slender, growing a whole piece more than normal people. Although there was a thick layer of oil on it, even if it was so oily, it could not cover the calluses on his finger joints.

While everyone was paying attention to the goods on the platform, he kept staring at his hands, looking very narcissistic.

If you can't make a mistake, this is definitely the person!

I quietly took out the Qinggang Sword and slowly leaned behind him.

Some people around me also noticed my actions, but when they saw the green steel sword in my hand, they cooperated to make a way. Everyone was light and did not make any noise.

They must have known my identity with the Qinggang Sword, and they probably guessed what I wanted to do.

When I came behind the man, he didn't notice me, and he kept applying grease on his hand. I raised my hand, originally planning to punch him hard on his neck and knock him unconscious before talking.

But I hesitated for a long time and couldn't do this. I was afraid that if I couldn't master the strength, I would break him and kill him, the trouble would be great. After all, what I was in front of me now is not an evil corpse, but a living person!

At this time, my master had finally determined the price of the seven-color relics. The buyer was naturally the two old monks, but they were not the ones who paid for it, but another lay Buddhist who seemed to have a very identity. He planned to buy the seven-color relics and give them to the monks' temple, which was accumulating merit.

However, the price of the seven-color relics is too high, and the layman can't make up so much money at the moment. My master took his soul ticket and put the seven-color relics into a wooden box prepared by the old monk in advance, and handed the box to the monk's arms very solemnly.

Next, my master and a few Miao people started bargaining. Two Miao people wanted to see the authenticity of the Miao people, so my master gave him the snakeskin gloves and told them to be careful. The Miao people were very toxic.

In addition to these two Miao people, many people also came to the front of the stage and looked at the Gu Refining Cup with curiosity, including the person with very long fingers.

While rubbing his hands, he followed the crowd and looked at the stage on tiptoe, but I found that although his pupils were facing the Gu Refining Cup, he was not focusing. It seemed that his attention was not on the Gu Refining Cup, but was paying attention to something else with his after-lightness.
Chapter completed!