salted fish soaring

The pier was crowded with people, and the monks who didn't buy a boat ticket beat their chests and feet.

The big ship from the Golden Palace is full of vermilion, and it is full of high-ranking guests who are eager to try and sail away through the waves.

A large golden and red flag at the bow of the ship was rolled up in the sea breeze, and a bloody Pixiu was embroidered on the flag, which looked like a cluster of burning flames in the setting sun.

Most of the lands of evil Buddhas hang similar flags.

The Golden Palace is a place for fun, and the visitor is a guest. In principle, it is not easy to see blood, so the auspicious animal flag is hung.

All the evil spirits along the West Sea know this rule. If there are auspicious beasts such as "Pixiu" and "Suzaku" on the flag, it is the business place of evil Buddhas.

These kinds of shops and restaurants in Goulan usually have good law and order, because there is a big backer behind them, and no one dares to make troubles recklessly.

If there are fierce beasts such as "gluttony" and "tengsnake" on the flag, it is Meng Zhengxian's palace or place to stay. life.

Song Qianji stepped on the waves with his toes, jumped onto the deck, and was surrounded by a group of sailors.

"Boat ticket!" the leader asked.

Song Qianji took out the Lingshi bag: "No ticket, please make up one."

"Do you understand the rules? Where did you come from?"

The monks on the deck gloated and watched the excitement, waiting for the man to be thrown overboard.

Song Qianji took back the bag of spiritual stones and picked up the sword: "There is no sect, no sect, cultivating Song Qianji casually."

"You are Song Qianji?" The leader turned pale with shock, "Three days ago you killed two elders of Huawei Sect on the west coast. If you don't run for your life, how dare you show yourself?"

Song Qianji thought to himself that this is the time, no wonder I am here with injuries all over my body.

He was chased and killed all the way, fighting desperately, and narrowly won by one move.In order to restore his reputation and consolidate his decent image, Hua Weizong described him as ruthless, sinister and vicious.

"I did kill people..."

Before Song Qianji finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted:

"He is the number one golden core, invincible under the Nascent Soul!"

Song Qianji: "I didn't say that..."

Before he finished speaking, the monks were in an uproar and scattered like birds and beasts.

Those who are good at controlling swords sacrificed their flying swords, and those who were good at escaping from water jumped.

The surface of the sea was plopping, like being dumped in a pot of dumplings.

Song Qianji thought to himself, you dare to board the boat of the evil Buddha, but you jump into the sea when you see me?

is this necessary?

The leader of the boat also felt very embarrassed, and shouted loudly: "Hey, why are you jumping, this is the boat of the Golden Palace, even Song Qianji would not dare to kill people on the boat!"

While shouting, the fastest water escape monk had already swam back to the shore and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of sea water:

"Do you believe this! The moon will be full next year, and you only have one life!"

The leader shouted to the sky: "He is taking a boat to go to the Golden Palace now, he must go to the evil Buddha!"

A monk who controlled the sword replied: "It may also be to kill the evil Buddha! He was an assassin before, and he was on the same boat with him, so what if he is regarded as an accomplice!"

Disturbed by the sword energy, a group of white seagulls fled in all directions, just like monks fleeing from the red boat.

Song Qianji apologized slightly: "I'm sorry, I have a bad reputation recently."

In the previous life, there was no Qianqu, Mobei, and Xiaohua Weizong.

If a casual cultivator of mortal origin wants to live in the world, his reputation will not be very good, but his reputation is particularly bad.

He was still holding the sword in his hand, the sailors spontaneously moved away from him, and the leader stepped back two steps, cautiously probing:

"If you are an assassin, of course you have to hide your identity. How could you come here openly? You are right, you are not an assassin."

Song Qianji: "I'm not."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing in the Golden Palace? Going to the casino or participating in the auction?"

"Go to see the evil Buddha." Song Qianji said bluntly.

All the sailors looked at him with the eyes of a madman, and stopped talking to him.

Clean all the way.

The setting sun gradually sank below the sea level, the night opened, and the bright moon rose.

Countless lamps are lit on the floating island. From a distance, the whole island looks like a huge golden ball, shining brightly, making half of the Black Sea glow golden.

Countless red boats, big or small, rushed towards the floating island from all directions, like sharks looking for fish.

The rich guests on board drank, sang, talked and laughed loudly, and prepared to spend a wonderful night in high spirits.

Song Qianji was the only one on this boat, so it was unusually quiet.

"Since I got on the boat and reported my identity, Meng Heze should have known that I was coming, but he didn't send his confidants to arrest me? Are you really afraid that I'm here to kill him?"

The big ships docked one after another, and well-trained servants welcomed groups of guests to disembark and land on the island.

The monk in charge smiled all over his face:

"The auction will start in half an hour. The pawnshops on the island offer fair bids, and if you don't have enough money, you can still pay on credit. Please have fun tonight. This Song..." He greeted Song Qianji, as if worried about causing panic, he changed his name , "Young Master Song, this is the admission invitation for the 'Hongchen Zhaichang' auction."

"Is the evil Buddha at the auction?" Song Qianji turned his head to look.

The topography of the island is low on all sides and high in the middle. The "Hongchen Zhaichang" is at the highest point in the center. You can't see tall buildings and palaces in the distance, but only a snake flag.

"Naturally." After the steward finished answering, he immediately saluted and left, as if he was afraid that he would ask more questions.

Song Qianji rejected the offer from those around him to trade invitations at a high price, and hurried to the auction house with envious eyes.

The sea breeze is fishy and salty, but the island is protected by formations, and the sweet air is filled with the smell of wine and powder.

The street is paved with a special kind of stone, thick black stone mixed with gold thread, illuminated by street lights, like a layer of gold powder sprinkled on the ground.

On the street, some people wear hats, some wear hoods, some show their true faces and swagger, unlike the gloomy and evil land, it is actually more prosperous and lively than Huawei City.

Someone on the tall building was drinking too much, and poured down the spirit stone, which attracted people to loot.

Song Qianji dodged the embroidered handkerchief sachet thrown down from upstairs, the red gauze floating all over the street, and the people blocking the way.At first, he felt weird and awkward. He and Lin Feiyuan lived next to the brothel before, and never encountered such blatant teasing. The Golden Palace is indeed open.

He quickly relaxed, with the mentality of "Okay Meng Heze, I want to see what else you can come up with".

The Hongchen Zhaichang is called Zhaichang, but it is actually a palace. The outer palace entertains guests and holds banquets, and the harem is the residence of evil Buddhas.

Song Qianji showed the invitation card and was invited into the auction by the guard.

Most of the auction houses elsewhere are small buildings, but this resplendent building looks like a circular Colosseum.

Below the third floor are scattered seats, and above the third floor are independent private rooms, which are filled with barriers to prevent prying eyes.

"Which room is the evil Buddha?" Song Qianji asked the maid serving tea next to him.

The maid turned pale with fright and trembled all over: "My lord, please don't joke!"

"no one knows?"

"of course not!"

Song Qianji looked around and saw that the guests were talking and laughing freely. They seemed to be loosely disciplined, but in fact they were heavily guarded, and there were Golden Palace monks patrolling everywhere.

The participants in this auction included murderous and insolent heretic monks, as well as reformed sect elders and priests from aristocratic families.

If there is chaos here, it will cause all parties to fight, and a melee will break out.

The bell rang, and there was silence.

The host said loudly: "The first lot, high-grade dragon-scale body armor! The reserve price is three thousand spirit stones!"

Song Qianji wanted to be a prodigal son, so he put high-level self-defense weapons in the beginning, and it depends on what you put in the finale.

He restrained his breath and sneaked all the way close to the talisman.

"It seems like a figure flashed past just now? Is it the wind?"

"Don't care if it's windy or not, notify the fourth floor and step up inspection!"

"The first deal is sold, [-] spirit stones!"

Amidst the discussion in the hall, Song Qianji reached the fourth floor and stared at the group of people at the stairs.

The woman who walked in the front was not of high cultivation level, but behind her were three golden elixir priests and more than ten attendants.

She had a gorgeous complexion, and she was wearing a long skirt with golden peony sleeves. With a twist of the skirt, she pushed open a door at the end of the corridor.

Song Qianji said, "God help me."

After a stick of incense, the people in the house lay on the ground in disarray, with the blade resting on the beauty's neck: "Don't move, take me to see the evil Buddha."

The guard at the door said: "There is a lot of noise in the house, is Madam okay?"

The beauty said loudly, "I'm changing clothes."

Everyone at the door hurriedly retreated.

The beauty turned her head and stared at Song Qianji coldly: "Do you know who I am?"

Song Qianji thought for a while: "Ms. Jintao?"

The beauty suddenly smiled: "It seems that this young master doesn't know much about the Golden Palace. The concubine is a golden hairpin, not a golden peach."

There are countless demons under the seat of the Lord of the Evil Way, and four of them have the highest status.

The right protector Jinlu is in charge of the punishment hall, and the left protector Jindao is his most loyal guard and killer.

Mrs. Jintao is his favorite concubine, who is always with him.

Mrs. Jinchai is the chief manager of the Golden Cave, responsible for managing many properties under the name of the evil Buddha.

Song Qianji said offended: "I'm looking for the evil Buddha, where is he?"

"Master, you came here uninvited, dare to ask Gao's name?"

"Song Qianji."

Madam Jinchai's complexion changed: "You are Song Qianji?"

Song Qianji said ferociously: "You know I'm Song Qianji, why don't you tell me where the evil Buddha is! Otherwise, be careful... Hey, you!"

Mrs. Jinchai straightened her neck and slammed into his sword point.If he draws the sword a little slower, blood has been spattered five steps at this time.

"What are you doing!" Song Qianji backhanded a fixed body talisman.

Mrs. Jinchai smiled sadly: "You kill me. Anyway, I won't survive tonight."

Song Qianji said coldly: "Nonsense!"

"I really want to die, and I ask my son to make it happen."

"Why seek death?"

"I, under the seat of the evil Buddha, have been planted with a Gu by the golden rule. I can't help myself. I can't even kill myself. You killed me tonight, but you helped me! This kind of great favor will be repaid in the next life!"

Song Qianji thought that you were dead, so someone took me to see Meng Heze: "Is there something that must die?"

During the conversation, there was another round of cheers outside the window, which turned out to be the intermittent song and dance performance of the auction.

Mrs. Jinchai listened to the sound of joy, like hearing the death knell, and her expression became more sad:

"Tonight's finale auction is a rare and rare spiritual plant called the seven-color glazed lotus. This lotus is an excellent material for alchemy. It can continue to break the meridians, and it can also help monks below the Yuanying to break through the realm. Such a precious Treasures, I will naturally take care of them myself, watering the nectar day and night."

Song Qianji nodded and said, "Flowers and plants are delicate and should be taken care of."

"Before you came in, I was pouring nectar on it. When you appeared suddenly, I was so flustered that I knocked off a lotus petal. The lotus was missing a petal, and the potency of the medicine was greatly reduced. Without the finale tonight, can I still survive? "

Mrs. Jinchai's large and complicated sleeves were spread on the table. Song Qianji opened it and saw that there was indeed a broken glass cup under the sleeves.

The jade basin was overturned, and the lotus was damaged.

Song Qianji didn't care much about the value of Lingzhi, but he understood the pain of "petal damage", and his tone softened:

"It was originally my fault, you just made an unintentional mistake, don't cry, find another collection from the evil Buddha's treasury, and go to the top."

He said, uncovering the amulet.

"You actually apologized?" Madame Jinchai looked at him in shock, "So Song Qian had the opportunity to apologize?"

"Time is urgent, where is the treasure house?"

"Mr. Song doesn't know something. Fish and dragons are mixed together tonight. To prevent accidents, the treasure house has been closed, and the key is with the evil Buddha." Mrs. Jinchai smiled desperately, shed two lines of tears, and slammed into the tip of the sword again, "I'm still dead. , so as not to suffer in the torture hall, life would be better than death!"

"Why is this so, there must be a way!"

Song Qianji thought she was in trouble, but she was crying, and she was crying to a residual flower.

"Could it be that Mr. Song has rare treasures in the world?"

"I do not have."

"Then what else can I do?!"

Song Qianji looked left and right, pointing at himself: "Aren't I here?"

The auction not only included bids from all parties, but also arranged sleeve dances and animal taming performances. The darker the night, the better the atmosphere, which made everyone's eyes addicted and their appetites whetted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item is the final treasure of this auction. It is unique in heaven and earth. Anyone who sees it will never dislike it. Once they have it, they will never lose it—"

The audience on the first and second floors stared wide-eyed, ready to feast their eyes.

The high-rollers on the third floor urged impatiently: "Enough!"

"Get started! Can't wait!"

"Whoa!"

The black curtain was lifted, and eight dazzling beams of light shone on the stage, illuminating the central stage as bright as day.

On the lotus platform carved out of pure gold, there were no magical artifacts and treasures, but only one person standing.

A man with a sword.

"Ah! How is it a person?"

"Who is this person?!"

Song Qianji was dazzled by the sudden light.

Surrounded by noise like the sea, full of guests.

Seeing him appearing on the stage, there was a sudden silence.

Until the window in the southwest corner of the top floor moved slightly, with a "squeak", half of the window opened, and a soft female voice fell:

"I will offer one hundred thousand spirit stones!"