Immortality: Beginning With The Great Zhou Divine Dynasty

Chapter 15: Blind Man Lighting a Lamp (Seeking to Continue Reading~)

They arrived at the edge of the spiritual realm as the fox woman had mentioned.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's really deserted here."

Compared to the stalls they passed by, there were noticeably fewer people here, with only a few scattered stalls in sight.

After hearing Su Jincheng's words, a kind-looking white-robed monk with a snow-white beard next to him smiled and explained, "We arrived late."

"And if we can't sell anything here, we can still return a few spirit stones."

Lin Xuanzhi smiled at the old monk, and in front of him were only consecrated items such as prayer beads, wooden fish, demon-subduing staffs, spells, and scriptures that had been blessed with spiritual power.

They were just about to reach the stall the fox woman had mentioned, and it happened to be next to the monk.

The stall owner was leaning on a pile of tattered books, dozing off, and lazily opened his eyes when he heard someone approaching.

On the other side of his stall was a hunched and skinny old Taoist, rarely visited by anyone. At this moment, his ears perked up slightly as he sat up a bit, showing a bit of energy.

But when he turned his head, Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help but be taken aback. The old Taoist's eyes were two black holes, even more spiritually shocking than the hanging ghost from earlier.

Seeing that the two were dressed well, not on the level of Law Weapons, but still valuable and well-made, the stall owner immediately smiled and greeted, "Fellow Daoists, feel free to look around, pick whatever you like."

"Ordinary books range from five to fifty taels of silver."

"Cultivation techniques, spells, secret arts, sword arts, etc., range from fifty spirit stones to five thousand spirit stones."

Su Jincheng couldn't help but look around and hesitantly asked, "Cultivation techniques? Secret arts? Can they be sold? Is there anyone daring enough to practice them?"

The stall owner replied impatiently, "Why wouldn't they sell? Why wouldn't anyone dare to practice them?"

"They are all genuine things passed down from my family ancestors. How could I deceive you?"

After hearing this, Su Jincheng was stunned for a moment before his tone became complicated. "You're really filial, selling your ancestors' things."

Meanwhile, while the two were talking, Lin Xuanzhi's eyes were quickly scanning with the Jade Wheel technique.

Flickering lights shimmered among the chaotic piles of books.

Some were grayish-white, some were light red or deep red, and some had sporadic strands of yellow mixed in.

"There really are things here."

Lin Xuanzhi originally thought the other party was just a scammer, but he didn't expect that they would actually have cultivation techniques and such for sale.

"Do you have a catalog? It would be convenient for me to choose."

Lin Xuanzhi asked without much hope.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but look at him, his eyes saying: "You really want to buy?"

The stall owner, not in a good mood, took out a warm booklet from under his butt and handed it over. "Take a look. I never deceive anyone."

Lin Xuanzhi smiled and took it, comparing it with the booklet as he flipped through it.

Naturally, those books had been enchanted, so he could only see the first couple of pages.

After a while.

Lin Xuanzhi finally picked out a thin book and handed it to the stall owner.

"This one will do, it's somewhat interesting."

The stall owner took a look and exclaimed, "Bean Soldier Technique?"

Lin Xuanzhi nodded. Other than a cultivation technique that emitted a faint yellow light, this Bean Soldier Technique had a few sporadic flashes of yellow light.

There was nothing hidden, Lin Xuanzhi estimated that it was just the potential of this secret art itself.

The stall owner saw that a deal was about to be made and couldn't help but laugh. "It seems that Fellow Daoist also dreams of deploying an army with a wave of his hand."

"Seven hundred and eighty spirit stones, and Fellow Daoist can't sell it here in the future!"

Lin Xuanzhi smiled. "Your method has a low ceiling and requires time, effort, and resources."

"Five hundred, that's the most."

The stall owner twitched his mouth. "You're too ruthless, directly cutting three hundred?! No way!"

"This is a secret art, do you understand? Seven hundred and fifty is the lowest!"

"Five hundred and fifty, if not, forget it. It was just for fun anyway." Lin Xuanzhi shook his head and was about to leave with Su Jincheng.

The stall owner hurriedly said, "Wait, wait, six hundred, six hundred!"

"Six hundred?"

"Yes, six hundred! This is a genuine secret art. If it weren't for gathering spirit stones, why would I go against my ancestors' decision and sell the family's collection of books?" The stall owner pleaded with a mournful face.

Lin Xuanzhi smiled slightly and looked at the ordinary books on the side. "How about throwing in two more?"

The stall owner almost rolled his eyes and reluctantly said, "Fine, fine, I'll throw them in!"

"Just two!"

Lin Xuanzhi went forward and randomly picked two, which were indeed ordinary storybooks.

After all, there aren't so many things in the world that you can pick up cheaply.

Money and goods are settled.

The stall owner complained after receiving the spirit stones, "It seems that both of you come from a wealthy background, why are you so calculative?"

"The world is difficult, even the big families are not well-off." Lin Xuanzhi said helplessly.

Su Jincheng couldn't help but laugh and pulled Lin Xuanzhi to leave.

As they passed by the stall next to the book stall, they saw a skinny blind Taoist priest with a bronze palace lamp in front of him. The faint purple flame of the lamp flickered twice as Lin Xuanzhi approached.

The blind Taoist priest sniffed and seemed to look up at the two of them. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Does this young friend not carry any spiritual talismans for protection? The world is in chaos, and demons and monsters are about to come out."

"Moreover, it seems that there is a gathering of dark clouds above the young friend's head. I'm afraid there will be a disaster soon!"

The stall owner of the book stall shouted, "The old blind man is talking nonsense again. How can there be any demons and monsters under the feet of the emperor?"

"Always talking about disasters and disasters, thinking he's an Essence Soul Perfected Being, a divine strategist? If it weren't for the fact that everyone has a bad temper and wants to beat you up, only you two gentlemen have such talent and broad-mindedness that you don't argue with him."

The blind Taoist priest held the old bronze palace lamp in front of him and leaned in as if carefully examining Lin Xuanzhi, saying, "I have three spiritual talismans that can resolve the young friend's disaster."

Lin Xuanzhi quietly took a step back and patiently said, "There's no need, senior. My home is nearby, and if I shout, someone will come. You should sell your talismans to those who need them."

As his eyes swept over the talismans on the stall, he shook his head inwardly, "It's better than the spiritual light I draw."

The blind Taoist priest looked at Lin Xuanzhi with his two black holes for eyes and shook his head, "Sell? You and I have fate, so how about I give you three talismans? Choose."

"Give?"

Lin Xuanzhi, Su Jincheng, and the stall owner were all surprised.

The bookseller said in a bad tone, "We've been neighbors for several months now. I even gave you a book on the erotic works of a famous scholar from the previous dynasty last month. Why don't you say you'll give me one?"

"We have no fate."

The blind Taoist priest said in a dry voice, and that broken book had no artistic conception at all. It was a bad review.

Lin Xuanzhi wanted to refuse, but the blind Taoist priest casually grabbed three talismans from the stall and forcefully stuffed them into his hands.

"Don't even want the ones that are given for free. There are still such fools in the world." The blind Taoist priest muttered in his hoarse voice.

Lin Xuanzhi held the rough yellow paper with the clumsy strokes of the three talismans. He didn't want to take them, but he also didn't want to go back. Moreover, upon closer inspection, he realized that he didn't recognize any of these three types of talismans. He didn't dare to take them, who knows what kind of ghostly talismans they were.

"Senior, don't you know that what's given for free is the most valuable?"

"I've never liked taking advantage of others since I was young."

The blind Taoist priest ignored him and sat back in front of the stall, saying slowly, "Golden Light, Shadowless, Five Thunder."

"Golden Light escapes from afar, Shadowless hides, Five Thunder overcomes enemies."

"As for disasters, we'll talk about it later. Today, I'll give you another gift."

"After you walk out of this half-step, go to the back of the old locust tree five miles outside the north gate. Remember to stick the Shadowless talisman there and wait until midnight."

"When midnight arrives, something will fall from the sky. Remember to quickly stick the Golden Light talisman on it and think clearly in your mind where you want to go, don't lose it."

Lin Xuanzhi was a little stunned. It was only at this moment that he realized that the others seemed to have not heard the conversation between the two of them at all.

He suddenly realized that he had encountered a master?

Fortunately, he remained calm, not panicking or getting too excited. His thoughts were spinning, pondering the meaning behind all this.

Besides pies falling from the sky, there could also be calamities!

The blind Taoist priest turned his neck to "look" at Lin Xuanzhi, as if he could see through his thoughts. His tone unconsciously became somewhat disdainful, and he pointed to the bronze lamp, saying, "Do you know what this lamp is called?"

"With such a unique style, could it be a Spirit Coffin Lamp?"

After careful speculation, Lin Xuanzhi hesitated and said.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that this emaciated, black-holed face Taoist priest, matched with the dark bronze lamp, the artistic conception was not as simple as being down-to-earth.

This is only possible in the spiritual realm during the day. Otherwise, it would be believed that someone came up from below!

The blind Taoist priest choked and almost wanted to borrow two eyeballs from the bookseller to roll his eyes. He immediately felt annoyed.

"This is called the Eight Scenic Palace Lamp!"

"Go, hurry up and leave!"

"That guy who's not sincere at all, he's not likable at all!"

"Always dilly-dallying, always fearful."

"Only this skin can pass!"

"A taste of Mysterious View Observatory, pretending to be like this in front of me."

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