The Way of the Immortal Master

Although the light in the ghost market is not good, there are many customers.

In addition to many stalls on the square, a wide passage is reserved for pedestrians to walk through.

But at this time, the tide-like flow of people has already crowded these passages tightly, making it almost impossible for people to pass through.

Looking at the scene of crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, Meng Zhang's eyes lit up. The ghost market in Huojingfang City is indeed much more lively than Mingshafang City.

Meng Zhang left the corridor, walked into the square, followed the crowd, and carefully looked at the various items on the stalls.

Underground in the hot city of Huojingfang, the temperature is even worse than that on the ground. And the crowd is dense, in such a confined space, the feeling is really uncomfortable.

When he first entered Huojingfang City, Meng Zhang had already tried it, using spells to cool down his body, and using zhenqi to regulate body temperature.

But Meng Zhang tried a lot of methods, but the effect was not very obvious, and his body was still unbearably hot.

Meng Zhang had a keen sense and felt it carefully, only to realize that it was not just a matter of temperature.

There should be a huge ground fire underground, constantly emitting heat upwards.

Among them, there is a strange power that makes people feel dry and hot.

Fortunately, Meng Zhang carefully distinguished that this force only made people feel uncomfortable, and there was no hidden harm.

As a cultivator, his endurance is also much stronger than that of ordinary people. It's just a little hot, and Renren will pass.

He was full of anticipation for the street stalls in the ghost market, and Meng Zhang even felt that the heat was much less.

It took a lot of time, a lot of sweat, and a circle in the ghost market, but Meng Zhang didn't gain much.

Among the items on the stall, there are only a few of value.

For these few things, the price is not cheap. Obviously, the stall owner knows the value of his stuff.

Those few valuable items were not worth his high price.

Meng Zhang's hope of picking up the leak fell through.

In the past, the two magic weapons that Meng Zhang picked up were his own eyes to destroy delusion, and the rich knowledge he acquired from the place of trial, which made him broad-minded.

But in the world of comprehension, he must not be the only one practicing pupil technique. Those cultivators with rich experience and knowledge are even more numerous.

Meng Zhang cursed inwardly, he had tossed and tossed for so long, all the hard work just now was in vain. If I had known that I would not gain anything from the ghost market, I might as well enjoy the cool air in the hotel.

Since there was nothing to do in the ghost market, Meng Zhang left the square and prepared to leave.

He had just reached the edge of the square, ready to enter the passageway he had come through.

At this time, a middle-aged man blocked his way.

"Are you Meng Zhangmeng, head of Taiyi Sect?" Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

"Who are you, and what can you tell me?" Meng Zhang looked at the other party with a little vigilance.

In a strange place, being stopped by a strange monk, of course Meng Zhang must be careful.

"It seems that the head of Meng didn't gain much in the ghost market."

"It's true. The so-called ghost market is to fool ordinary monks. There is nothing good in it. Big customers like Mengmeng, of course, don't look down on those fools."

The middle-aged man did not directly answer Meng Zhang's question, but directly took out a black token.

"If Head Meng wants to buy some good things, or some special goods, you can go there and have a look."

The middle-aged man pointed to an inconspicuous small room next to the underground plaza, and then handed over the black token.

Meng Zhang took a look at the black token with his delusion-breaking eyes, confirmed that there was no trap inside, and took it carefully.

After the middle-aged man finished these, he left on his own initiative.

During this process, Meng Zhang used his telepathy to read the other party's thoughts, but failed. It's just that he can clearly feel that the other party has no malice towards him.

It seems that his understanding is not omnipotent.

Meng Zhang himself knew that there were several secret methods in the world of comprehension, which could restrain his thoughts and prevent others from reading them with secret techniques such as mind reading.

Being able to judge that the other party has no malicious intentions is considered to be an extraordinary talent in his mind.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man leaving, Meng Zhang thought of some rumors in his mind.

It is said that in some large-scale square markets, there are secretly organized black markets.

The behind-the-scenes forces that organize the black market have a strong background and extraordinary strength, even if they are local snakes in various markets, they must be given three points.

The goods in these black markets are far more abundant than those in the shops in the square market, and they are all-encompassing, almost everything.

Of course, there will inevitably be some forbidden and stolen items in the cultivation world.

Meng Zhang himself has never been in contact with the black market, but there are seniors in Taiyimen who have traded in the black market.

In the memoir of the head of the Taiyi Sect inherited by Meng Zhang, there is the experience of the former head of the Taiyi Sect in the black market.

Combining these records, Meng Zhang also wanted to understand.

After I entered Huojingfang City, although I sold sundries in several shops, they still fell into the eyes of caring people. Four hundred low-grade spirit stones may not seem like much, but their purchasing power is not bad.

With the strength of the black market, it is easy to figure out one's identity and background.

The strength is mediocre, and the sect is weak, but he has a lot of spiritual stones on him, so he is the favorite customer of various merchants.

Fortunately, although the black market belongs to the black field, it has never been heard that the organizers of the black market have a history of murder and robbery.

The transactions in the black market are still very fair. What matters is that you are willing to take out the spirit stones for consumption.

At this time, the middle-aged man was talking with another practitioner. From the looks of it, this guy is the guy in charge of soliciting customers.

To open a black market, of course we hope that there will be many customers and business will be prosperous.

Meng Zhang thought for a while. The black market has always had a good reputation. Go and see for yourself. There should be no danger.

Meng Zhang walked into the hut pointed by the middle-aged man.

In a dark hut, a man dressed in black was standing behind the door of the hut.

Seeing Meng Zhang coming in, he stretched out his hand.

"The token."

Meng Zhang handed over the black token, and the other party checked it, and then handed over a mask and a cloak.

The man in black tapped lightly on the wall, revealing a dark hole in the wall, and a deep passage inside.

"Go in, walk to the end."

Meng Zhang took the mask and cloak handed over by the other party, and walked directly into the passage without asking any further questions.

Although the inside of the passage is pitch black, you can't see your fingers. But the monks basically have some night vision spells or abilities, and Meng Zhang's delusion-breaking eyes can directly penetrate the darkness.