Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

Chapter 75: The ghost market of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies

   Chapter 75 Zhuang Zhou Mengdie's Ghost Market

Ren Qing didn't know how the    Sludge Club would ferment, anyway, he received the salary for the task the next day.

  I thought it would be what Huang Ziwan said, and the reward would be delivered by Mingya, but Muyi did not expect it.

   Mainly because Song Zong was unable to escape because he had no emergency, he entrusted Mu Yi to inform Ren Qing about the details of the blood crystal.

   It can be seen that Song Zongwu will still pay attention to Ren Qing's movements.

   After Mu Yi's explanation, Ren Qing figured out why the Jailer's Hall used blood crystals as currency.

   First of all, it is really convenient to carry.

  As long as it is roasted at high temperature, the blood crystals will liquefy and fuse with each other.

   The size of the fused blood crystal will not change in the slightest, only the color and weight will increase accordingly.

  Ren Qing chopped the blood crystal in half, and the broken blood crystal quickly turned into a water drop, but the overall weight was the same.

   means that there is almost no loss.

   So much so that the weight of blood crystals has become the standard for value evaluation.

  A kilogram of blood crystals are called 'liters', when they reach ten kilograms, they are called "dou", and a hundred kilograms are called "stones".

   This weight unit has actually been used for a long time, not only in the prison hall, but also ordinary people. It is said to have a history of thousands of years.

  Ren Qing was deeply puzzled by this.

   At present, there is no historical record in Sanxiang City, and we don’t even know what dynasty it was, and even everyone is used to it.

  Ren Qing never asked about the history that was erased in order not to show anything different, which probably involved the divided north.

   You have to wait until your cultivation is advanced before exploring.

   Fortunately, the remuneration for this mission of the Sludge Club is still very generous, allowing Ren Qing to see the hope of a strange change in a short period of time.

   Even if he played soy sauce from beginning to end, the Jailer's Hall also rewarded him with fifteen blood crystals, which is one and a half stone.

   To know that a hundred blood crystals can be exchanged for the strange things in the half-corpse realm.

   However, for the vast majority of jailers, although there are a large number of strange objects in the prison hall, it is still not easy to select the strange objects with the required alienation route.

   So they either use blood crystals to buy resources, or save 500 buckets to directly exchange for the secrets of spells.

  Ren Qing couldn't help but feel a pity, if he had become a reservist when he was in the restricted area of ​​disaster relief, he might not be able to choose spells.

   He put the blood crystal and the big seedling knife into the prison in his belly, and then patiently stayed in the fire hall to practice for a few days.

   When the ghost market was about to open, Huang Ziwan finally went to the appointment and went directly into Ren Qing's wing under Bo Feng's astonished eyes.

   If Xiao Wu didn't recognize Huang Ziwan, I'm afraid that Bo Feng would not be able to resist going to report to the official.

  Ren Qing was already ready in the house, he was wearing a mino coat and hat.

   Huang Ziwan did not hide his appearance, he urged: "Brother Ren, go!"

  Ren Qing took out his bone key and drew the doorway of the jailer's hall. The two stepped forward and entered. After a while, the wooden door disappeared.

  Abi Hell was still raining blood, but it seemed more lively.

  Ren Qing stood on the rib and looked at the dozens of jailers heading for somewhere in the southeast. He didn't expect so many monks to come to the ghost market.

   Huang Ziwan said, "The ghost market can be exchanged for resources, and you can come here every month if you are free."

  Ren Qing asked curiously, "Is there a jailer outside Xiangxiang?"

   Huang Ziwan said softly, "There are many unidentified restricted areas around Xiangxiang, so the Jailer's Hall does not allow the jailers to leave Xiangxiang."

   He continued with a slight pause in his tone: "Song Zongwu has definitely left Xiangxiang, you can find a chance to test it."

  Ren Qing shook his head, Song Zongwu kept it a secret, how could he speak.

   But he had a vague guess.

  Ren Qing suspected that there were not many restricted areas in the south, so he stopped the jailer with a strange object from going there, so as not to spread the restricted area.

   Xiangxiang may be a buffer zone, just at the junction of north and south.

   And the North has completely fallen.

  Huang Ziwan took Ren Qing for a long journey, and the two came to the open space in the southeast, and then sat on a tree branch not far away.

   Dozens of jailers gathered nearby, as if they were waiting for something.

  I don’t know how long it has passed.

   Huang Ziwan began to feel sleepy and yawned, and suddenly heard a jailer in the crowd shouting excitedly: "Come on, ghost market!!!"

   The ground shook, and a thin mist slowly shrouded it.

  The rain of blood could not fall here, as if it was blocked by an inexplicable force.

   After a while, the fog dissipated, and a dreamlike market came into view.

   The market is bustling, passers-by are erratic, all kinds of stalls are overwhelmed, and you can smell the aroma of snacks.

  Everyone set off immediately.

   Jailers passed through the streets, and when passersby touched them, they turned into smoke and then regrouped after a while.

  Ren Qing followed behind, couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is this a magic technique?"

   Huang Ziwan nodded and said, "Dream Butterfly Technique."

   "Dream Butterfly..."

  Ren Qing muttered to himself several times, as if he had seen it inadvertently in the secret pavilion, but the record was rather vague.

   He only remembered one allusion.

  Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies.

  Huang Ziwan said in a reverent tone: "This technique is done by a cultivator of perfection in the shadowy realm, a real Dameng."

After   Dream Butterfly Technique is mastered, monks can construct both true and false dreams in sleep state, and pull others into the dream.

   That is to say, Damengren will have a dream called 'Ghost Market' on the fifteenth of every month, so that the jailers can gather here to trade.

  Ren Qing's expression was a little stunned, and the surrounding noise poured into his ears, as if those illusory figures were real.

  The old man at the noodle stall took the initiative to shout at Ren Qing: "Guest officer, come to a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"

   Before Ren Qing could speak, Huang Zi rebuffed: "Old man, no need."

  Ren Qing was surprised, aren't the passers-by in the ghost city illusory.

  Huang Ziwan saw this and explained: "The food sold in the ghost market is indeed edible, but the taste alone cannot be swallowed."

   "And these foods don't cost money, it can be said that it will reduce Yangshou."

"I see."

  Ren Qing raised his brows, could it be possible that the Dream Butterfly Method could prolong his life?

  The rules in the dreamland should be set up by Damengren, and it is indeed very possible to obtain longevity by trading.

  Ren Qing had a happy expression on his face, but he didn't expect that he had already discovered the clues of the life extension technique just when he first came into contact with the ghost market.

   But the ghost market is not like a dream at all, it feels like every phantom has intelligence, if they are independent of the ghost market...

  Ren Qing's complexion changed slightly, the mouse mother's technique had a similar effect.

   In theory, the possum clone used as a substitute is just a new life that inherits memory, and it is more like a mother-son relationship with the main body.

  The land has summoned an astonishing number of possum clones. Could it be that they are looking for...another self with independent consciousness?

   "Ren Qing, what's wrong?"

   Huang Ziwan interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts.

  Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and reporting the conjecture to the Jailer Hall would only cause trouble, so let's find a chance to tell Song Zongwu.

   (end of this chapter)

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