"Haha! I got the treasure!"
Senior Brother Chen laughed wildly in his heart and pretended to walk around in a circle, then joined the girl and wandered around the market for a while, then left in a hurry. "The Sound of Nature Novel"
"A big fish has been hooked."
Li Yu chuckled and stood up to close the stall. Turning to an empty turret, the figure disappeared without a trace.
A moment later, a tall man with a huge sword on his back walked into the market with heavy steps.
Li Yu changed his appearance and planned to continue to trick people again.
The big man strode into the market, swaggering all the way. Then, not surprisingly, he bumped into someone.
"boom!"
The tall man in Angzang seemed to have tripped over something. He stumbled and bumped directly into a fat monk with a fat head and big ears.
"Donor..."
The fat monk stretched out his hand to help the big man and was about to say something.
"Give it to your grandma!"
The big man seemed to have a very hot temper. He didn't answer at all and just swung his giant sword at the fat monk and slapped him on the face.
Clay Bodhisattva also has three parts of fire nature.
Faced with this unreasonable sword strike, the fat monk could only wave and slap him away.
"ah!"
The big man looks mighty, but in reality he is vulnerable.
The fat monk slapped him, and the strong man screamed and flew backwards. The giant sword in his hand fell in front of the fat monk with a clang.
"Just wait for me!"
The strong man climbed up from the ground, yelled loudly, and limped out.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
The fat monk smiled bitterly and shook his head. As a true disciple of the Huayan Sect, the fat monk really felt a little helpless towards this unreasonable disaster.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly glanced at the giant sword on the ground. The fat monk's eyes flashed, and he quickly bent down and picked up the giant sword.
"Donor, you haven't taken your sword yet. The poor monk picked it up and gave it back to you!"
Shouting, the fat monk picked up the giant sword and hurriedly left the market. As for whether I really want to return the giant sword to others... Haha, just listen to this.
So...another fish was hooked.
Not long after, a scream came from a brothel in the market, and a figure flew out of the brothel with a "bang" and hit the ground heavily.
This market was originally located in a small town at the foot of Cangwu Mountain, so things like brothels and restaurants also existed.
"Bold thief! How dare you pretend to be a disciple of my Shuiyun Sect and swindle everywhere. How dare you drink wine without paying and ruin the reputation of our Shuiyun Sect. You deserve to die!"
A figure rushed out of the brothel, flew through the air, and slashed down with a sword light like a torrent of water.
"oops!"
The figure that had just fallen to the ground let out a strange cry, and a worn-out inkstone appeared in its hand. Throwing it casually, the inkstone grew in the wind and turned into a huge stone inkstone, blocking the sword light.
At the same time, a cloud of smoke rose up, and the man disappeared instantly, escaping without a trace.
"Qiang..."
The sword light struck the giant inkstone, and a stream of sparks exploded. The inkstone fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
"Asshole! I won't spare you the next time I meet you!"
The sword light faded away, and a young man in white clothes fell to the ground, with a look of resentment on his face.
"Huh?"
The young man in white was about to leave when he suddenly saw the inkstone left on the ground and was shocked.
"Since it belongs to the thief, there must be clues about the thief. We need to check it carefully."
As he spoke, the young man in white waved his hand to collect the inkstone, and then left in a hurry. He didn't even care about the large group of girls calling affectionately in the brothel.
The fish also swallowed the bait.
"Okay, okay! I haven't eaten in three days!"
An old beggar with a withered face walked into the market tremblingly, leaning on a cane.
The old beggar was holding an alms bowl with a hole missing in his hand. He handed it to the person when he saw it. Begging along the street.
"Go aside!"
When the old beggar stopped the alms bowl in front of two young men dressed as scribes, one of the scribes stretched out his hand and the old beggar staggered and fell to the side of the road.
With a "clang" sound, the alms bowl fell to the ground.
"Um?"
There was a flash of surprise in the other scribe's eyes, and then he returned to normal in an instant.
"Junior Brother Xu, I am as old as anyone. How can we, the scholars, act like this?"
The scribe scolded Junior Brother Xu with a straight face, then walked over to the old beggar with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to help the old beggar up.
"Old man, it was our fault just now that we frightened you."
The scribe smiled and apologized to the old beggar. He reached out and took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the old beggar. "Our sect values everyone doing their best and doesn't like people who get something for nothing. That's why my junior brother has a bad attitude towards you."
"You are an old man and have lost the ability to work. Naturally, you cannot be treated like this."
The scribe kindly stretched out his hand to pat the dust off the old beggar's body, and continued: "Old man, according to the rules of our sect, it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. I don't give you money in vain. I bought your alms bowl. Bar!"
As he spoke, the scribe bent down and picked up the alms bowl from the ground. He put it away without asking the old beggar if he agreed.
Afterwards, the scribe made an excuse to separate from Junior Brother Xu and hurriedly left the market alone.
The fish was also hooked.
"Selling family heirlooms! Selling family heirlooms!"
A little boy of twelve or thirteen years old, holding a mottled bronze statue in his hand, was selling all the way in the market.
"This is a family heirloom. It only costs one tael of silver to sell. Don't miss it if you pass by!"
The little boy walked by holding the bronze statue. The mottled bronze statue looked very poor, had no sense of beauty, and had no spiritual energy. Naturally, no one cared about it.
"Master, master, please buy this bronze statue! This is a treasure passed down from our family. It only costs one tael of silver to sell."
The little boy's things couldn't be sold, so he finally stopped a young monk wearing moon-white robes.
"Donor, the poor monk is a member of the Buddhist sect. This bronze statue of yours is obviously a Taoist image. I..."
The young monk glanced at the bronze statue and was about to refuse, but suddenly he was shocked and quickly changed his words and said: "Although Buddhism and Taoism are different, you are so eager to sell family heirlooms and you must be in a hurry to use money, so I will help you once." !”
As he spoke, the young monk took out a piece of broken silver and handed it to the little boy. Then he took the bronze statue from the little boy's hand and put it away eagerly.
Afterwards, the young monk hurriedly left the market as if there was something urgent.
One day... two days...
There is an endless stream of fish taking the bait.
In the past two days, the Confucian holy land, the Taoist cave, the Buddhist temple, and their disciples who came to Cangwu Mountain to participate in the enlightenment ceremony of Patriarch Qinglian all got a great opportunity in the market at the foot of Cangwu Mountain.
Everyone has his own opportunity, and everyone's circumstances are different.
The prey sold by hunters is opportunity, the stones children play with are opportunity, and even heroes who rescue... are not beautiful, and can receive a token of love from a yellow flower girl who weighs three hundred pounds.
At that time, when the young scholar from White Deer Academy received the token of love, he had such a tangled expression on his face that Li Yu almost burst out laughing.
At this point, Li Yu's chance sale event was declared successfully completed. (To be continued.)