Chapter 45 The Demon Locking Soul Cup

In the next few days, Zuo Lingquan led a dozen of his disciples to patrol the Changqing Mountains, taking the old road to Heixiazi Ridge.

The job of patrolling the mountain was extremely boring, and there was nothing remarkable about it. The only gain was that I followed the two young senior sisters in the alchemy room and got to know a lot of herbal medicines, such as 'Snake Letter Grass' and 'Firefly Root Grass'.

and other common elixirs.

According to the original arrangement, the task of patrolling the mountain would continue until the end of the quota election. However, Zuo Lingquan had just patrolled for three days when Wu Qingwan sent a message asking him to return to the capital. Jiang Yi came to find him; he then returned with the team.

After arriving at Qihuang Valley, rest for one day before continuing the next day.

Three or four days have passed, and the central square of Qihuang Valley has changed drastically. Countless disciples have built various facilities on it, and the surrounding corridors, terraces, pavilions and pavilions are also undergoing general cleaning.

After Zuo Lingquan went to the sword-holding room to recover, he rode his horse through the ten-mile willow forest and arrived at the small town outside the gate.

As the news of the shocking news was released at eight hundred miles, Dadan rushed to the monks from all over the country much faster than expected. Basically, they learned about it on the first day and arrived the next day. Even those who were far away on the border of Dadan

Fuqi Mountain in Beiya County is already halfway there.

These low-level monks, whose cultivation level is no more than 90% of the sixth level, are definitely not qualified to compete for places. They come to the capital to try their luck and find opportunities.

Zuo Lingquan rode his horse out of the Bajiao Archway and saw a sea of ​​people in the town outside the gate. Even the official roads outside the town were surrounded by people and set up stalls.

Monks who came from all over the world gathered in front of various stalls to bargain. Occasionally, a senior with a "profound" Taoism would pass by, which would cause many exclamations, and some would even kowtow on the spot to become a disciple.

There were no less than a few thousand people gathered in the town, and it was impossible to ride a horse. Zuo Lingquan got off his horse and led him on foot, looking at the items being sold by Da Dan cultivators along the way.

Practitioners below the sixth level are not much different from ordinary people. High-end heavenly materials and earthly treasures cannot be used even if they are obtained - of course, they are generally not found in the Great Dan Dynasty - what is sold on the street is ordinary

Objects, only a few spiritual grasses could be seen occasionally. Zuo Lingquan walked around as if looking at flowers, and unexpectedly saw a seller selling Zhangang knives.

The Zhangang Sword is actually an ordinary weapon, it is just coated with the powder of a kind of spiritual grass. The objects used by practitioners are generally called "magic tools", which can produce certain effects when infused with true energy.

There are some in Phoenix Valley, and they are all in the hands of the master and the deacon. It is said that the imperial master also has a 'spiritual weapon' brought back from outside. Zuo Lingquan cannot refine the true energy, and he can't use the magical weapon after seeing it. I don't know.

Too specific.

Magical weapons are rare items in Qihuang Valley, and they are the lifeblood of casual cultivators. They are not easily taken out, let alone bought and sold. They are generally not seen in small towns.

Zuo Lingquan walked from the end of the street to the street without seeing anything that caught his eye. He slowly came to the entrance of Qihuang Town. The entrance of the town is a place where people must pass, and the stalls are the most crowded. There is a tea stall next to the entrance.

Now it has been rented and turned into a grocery stall. There are messy items on the table, and a group of people are picking around.

Zuo Lingquan walked up to him and glanced around. He didn't see anything that caught his eye. Instead, he saw an acquaintance - Lao Lu, wearing a bamboo hat on his head. He had a sword hanging from his waist and his hands behind his back. He was looking down at a small porcelain bowl on the stall.

Zuo Lingquan was slightly surprised. He led the horse to the front and greeted:

"Mr. Lu? Why are you here too?"

When Lao Lu heard Zuo Lingquan's greeting, he seemed to realize it and smiled hoarsely:

"It's lively here, come and take a look."

Most of the monks who left the sect and wanted to buy things had to come to this kind of 'immortal market'. Zuo Lingquan was not surprised by this. He followed Lao Lu's gaze and looked at the porcelain bowl on the stall.

The porcelain bowl was only about the size of a palm, and it was covered with gauze. Through the gauze, you could see a small black beetle crawling around in the porcelain bowl. Apart from the fact that it was as dark as ink, there was nothing special about it.

The owner of the stall was an old monk who was over fifty years old. He closed his eyes and concentrated in a masterful manner. When he saw an old man and a young man just looking at each other and not talking, he became a little anxious and said:

"Two fellow Taoists, this insect is called 'Night Fiend'. It is of the bloodline of ancient mythical beasts. It only takes a hundred years to mature. It has the power to move mountains and seas... Last year, I went alone into the Evergreen Mountains thousands of miles away. By chance,

By coincidence, we met by chance..."

Forced to nag...

Zuo Lingquan didn't bother to listen at all, so he came up to Lao Lu and asked:

"Does this little bug have an explanation?"

Lao Lu shook his head:

"I'm looking at the bowl."

?

The stall owner's expression froze, but he responded quickly:

"At that time, the insect king was sealed in this bowl. This bowl is called the 'Monster Locking and Soul-Suppressing Cup'..."

Zuo Lingquan tilted his head slightly, unable to understand why, so he asked:

"Old man, what's the price?"

The stall owner looked like he was reluctant to give up his love, and he hesitated for a while before saying:

"Seeing that the two Taoist friends are destined to be together, I don't want much. I only need two white jade bahts, including worms and a bowl..."

Zuo Lingquan only had three white jade bahts, which were given to him by his fiancée, and he definitely didn’t want to use them. He recalled the converted price of the white jade bahts, and held out two fingers:

"Two Liang, if you don't sell it, then..."

"Deal! Happy Taoist."

The stall owner clapped his hands, picked up the porcelain bowl and handed it to Zuo Lingquan, as if he was sorry to meet him so late.

Zuo Lingquan's words stopped suddenly and he opened his mouth, feeling blood loss.

It was only two taels of silver, and there was really nothing to talk about. He took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and threw it to the stall owner, and took the porcelain bowl.

"Ouch~ Fellow Taoist, I gave you too much and I can't find it."

"Forget it, I'll reward you."

Zuo Lingquan took the porcelain bowl and left the stall with Lao Lu, saying with some uncertainty:

"Mr. Lu, this porcelain bowl looks ordinary no matter how you look at it. Is there any explanation?"

Lao Lu shook his head and sighed, took the porcelain bowl, threw the little beetle to Zuo Lingquan, then turned the porcelain bowl over, indicating the small words "Jing Chong Three Years System" on the bottom of the bowl.

This year is the third year of Jing Chong's reign.

??

Zuo Lingquan held the small black beetle and spread his hands, but stopped talking.

Lao Lu smiled, took out a small porcelain bottle from somewhere, and threw it to Zuo Lingquan:

"Don't buy things in this kind of place in the future. There are so many treasures in the world for you to miss. This little bug is a poisonous bug and not very valuable, but ten taels of silver is not too much of a loss. Take it back and keep it as a

Make a long memory."

"Been taught a lesson."

Zuo Lingquan spent all his money, but he could only use it as a long memory. He stuffed the black beetle into the bottle and put it in his sleeve.

Lao Lu looked back at the crowded Qihuang Valley and asked:

"This time I went to the Jing Terrace to bring great blessings. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You're still young, aren't you ready to fight for it?"

Zuo Lingquan really wanted to go out and see the world, but he wouldn't force it. He thought for a while and said:

"I have cultivation requirements, so I can't go. Besides, I am the prince's consort, and the princess is still here. If I could go, I wouldn't leave now. I think the purpose of cultivation is to be free and be led by good fortune, isn't it?

Putting the cart before the horse.”

When Lao Lu heard this, he nodded thoughtfully:

"That's true. The road to immortality is long. No matter whether there are blessings or disasters ahead, never forget your original intention and follow your own path. If you can keep this intention, your future journey will not be short."

"Then we have to be able to get on the road..."

…

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Monks from various counties arrived one after another, and the river where thousands of sails gathered was more prosperous than before. A cruise ship filled with dignitaries from the capital slowly sailed past the river, admiring the beautiful mountains and rivers along the coast.

Laughter and shengxiao were intertwined on the cruise ship, and the dignitaries of the capital were exchanging glasses of wine in the cabin.

In the private room window on the second floor of the boat building, Wang Zheng, the Minister of Revenue, holding a wine glass in his hand, looked at the endless mountains at the end of the field of view, and said slowly:

"Fuqishan has been spying on the geomantic treasure land of Qihuang Valley for many years, and has also speculated on the safety of the imperial master. However, due to the power of the national master, he dare not act rashly. This time the imperial court summoned Fuqishan to the capital, and the owner of the mountain, Cheng Jiujiang, came in person. I am afraid that this is also the case.

With the intention of exploring the truth of the Imperial Master..."

In the private room, Zhao Ze, who had unleashed the Golden Retriever Roar last time, was sitting, but he was dressed as a foreigner. He responded:

"Our Heavenly Lord is afraid of Yue Pingyang. Although Cheng Jiujiang has a high level of cultivation, he is still inferior to our Heavenly Lord. As long as we can find out the reality of Yue Pingyang..."

When Wang Zheng heard this, he was a little dissatisfied. He turned around and sat down:

"Master Zhao, you have been saying that your Heavenly Lord is powerful all day long, but you haven't seen how capable you are. Last time you let a tiger cause trouble on Xinghua Street, and your chest was so loud that it made a loud noise. How about the 'golden gun roar' that can strengthen yang?"

In the end, he just roared and died on the spot. The body was dragged away by Qihuang Valley for aphrodisiacs completely, not even a hair was left. Do you think you came here to plot against Qihuang Valley, or did you come here to support the enemy?"

Zhao Ze is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and he can be considered a bit of a Taoist, but he definitely can't live up to the word 'immortal leader'.

When mentioning the sudden death of Golden Retriever last time, Zhao Ze was also a little confused and reluctantly explained:

"People are afraid of ferocious beasts, and ferocious beasts are actually afraid of people. It's not impossible that Golden Roar was caught from the mountains, suddenly released into a busy city, and frightened to death by the lights on the street..."

"Don't talk nonsense. If things go wrong, they will go wrong. Li Xiang scolded me like a dog. If you Tianzun really wants to take over the Qihuang Valley, you should use your true skills to do something practical."

"That's natural."
To be continued...