Chapter 1018 Cutting Off the Earth Veins

Seeing Song Wen enter the store, a young novice in the early stage of foundation building in Miaoyi Tower came up to him.

"Senior, what kind of spiritual object do you want to buy?"

Song Wendao said, "My friend, please call the steward of your store. I have something I want to ask for advice."

The novice looked Song Wen up and down.

Seeing that Song Wen's whole body was covered in a black cloak, he couldn't feel the slightest breath.

There was a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Senior, the manager of our store is busy and cannot receive every customer in person." There was an obvious hint of evasion in his tone. Not everyone is qualified to meet the manager.

Song Wen turned over his hand and took out a flying sword. This was a top-quality magic weapon, obtained by killing Zhong Ren.

Although the flying sword was not activated, the fierce aura emitted by it made the young novice feel like he was falling into an abyss. He felt that he would be obliterated by the aura emitted by the flying sword at any time.

The little novice monk suddenly lost his mind, his body trembled violently involuntarily, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Song Wen put the flying sword back into the storage ring in an instant; the suffocating pressure also dissipated. As if he were being pardoned, the young novice felt a sense of survival after a disaster.

"I want to sell this flying sword. I would like to discuss it in detail with the manager of your store in person. Is it possible?" Song Wen said lightly.

The little novice monk had not yet completely escaped from the fear of dying, so he responded tremblingly.

"Senior...wait a moment, junior is going to ask the steward."

After saying that, he tremblingly ran towards the back yard of the shop.

Ten breaths later, an old monk who was in the early stage of Yuanying came out and came to Song Wen.

"This donor, I heard that you have a flying sword for sale?"

Song Wen nodded slightly, "Exactly."

"Can I let the poor monk have a look?" the old monk asked.

Song Wen turned his hands and displayed the flying sword again.

The old monk's eyes suddenly lit up, and he burst into a bright smile. His face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.

His straight body suddenly bent slightly, and he raised his hand to guide him towards the backyard.

"Donor, there are many people here and this is not the place to talk. Please follow the poor monk to the Zen room in the backyard to talk."

Song Wen followed the old monk to a Zen room in the backyard.

After inviting Song Wen to sit down and ordering someone to serve spiritual tea, the old monk said.

"Donor, can you take out the flying sword and let the poor monk examine it carefully?"

Song Wen took out the flying sword and handed it to the other party.

After observing the flying sword for a moment, the old monk raised his head and said to Song Wen.

"Donor, do you really want to sell this top-quality flying sword?"

Song Wendao said, "Since I have come to your store, I naturally want to take action. Master, please give me a price."

The old monk said, "One hundred and twenty high-grade spiritual stones. I wonder if the donor is satisfied with the price?"

Song Wen was naturally dissatisfied.

The shops in Yunyin City rarely sell top-quality flying swords.

Even if there are a few top-grade flying swords for sale, the price is extremely expensive, and the price is basically around a thousand high-grade spiritual stones.

Even if the merchants want to pursue profits, the price offered by the old monk is too low.

Song Wen shook his head and then quoted.

"Seven hundred high-grade spiritual stones."

The old monk's aging face was filled with sadness.

"Donor, if we recycle this flying sword at the price you said, our store will have no profit. Two hundred high-grade spiritual stones, this is the highest price a poor monk can give."

After some pulling and pulling, Feijian was finally sold for 350 high-grade spiritual stones.

The deal was concluded, and the old monk's face glowed red.

"Donor, we have many treasures for sale in our store. Are you interested in taking a look?"

Song Wendao said, "I happen to be looking for two treasures. I just wonder if your store has them?"

The old monk's eyes were bright, "Donor, please tell me, what two kinds of treasures are they?"

"One is Yin Shen Shui." Song Wen said.

"Gloomy Water?" A flash of surprise flashed in the old monk's eyes, and he looked at Song Wen in awe.

Gloomy water is an extremely rare fifth-level spiritual material and is often used to refine spiritual treasures.

He suddenly had some doubts. The person in front of him was a monk in the transformation stage.

"There is no dark water in this store."

Inadvertently, when he called himself a shop, he changed it from 'our shop' to 'our shop'.

Song Wen was not disappointed either. He had never thought that he could buy Yinchen Water easily.

"What about Bo Ling Rui?"

When the old monk heard this, his expression became obviously stiffer.

He shook his head again, "We don't have Bo Lin Rui either."

Song Wendao said, "As far as I know, the Puling pistil is unique to the Kuchan Temple. And your store belongs to the Kuchan Temple. Do you really don't have the Puling pistil for sale?"

The old monk said, "Donor, my shop is open for business, so there is no reason to turn away customers. There really is no Boiling Core in my shop."

Song Wendao said, "Master, the Puling Rui is very important to me. I would like to ask the master to give me some advice on how to buy this thing."

The old monk hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"Donor, although our Kuchan Temple has a lot of Buddha pistils planted in it, the sect has a prohibition and will never allow these things to be sold outside. Even my fellow sect members want to get a few Buddha pistils. Disaster."

Song Wen asked, "Why does your temple prohibit the sale of pistils?"

The old monk said, "Even a poor monk doesn't know."

After hearing this, Song Wen could only retreat and ask the next best thing.

"Master, do you know where else there is such a thing in the Qicang region besides your temple?"

The old monk said, "I'm afraid the donor can't buy the Bodhisattva pistil anywhere else. Even in dangerous places where monsters are rampant, the donor can't find it."

"Why is this?" Song Wen asked doubtfully.

As he spoke, something suddenly occurred to him.

According to the records in Xiao Xun's handwritten notes, she accidentally obtained a few seeds and reproduced the pistils in Xiao Xun's hand.

At that time, when Song Wenchu ​​saw this sentence, he didn't think much about it.

It's just that Xiao Yun has a huge demand for Bo Ling Rui, and he has no choice but to cultivate it himself in order to save spiritual stones.

Now it seems that there is something hidden.

Song Wen couldn't help but regret that he had used up all the Bodhisattva pistils.

The bodhisattva pistils left behind by Xiao Xun are extremely well preserved and have complete root systems, so they can all be transplanted. If I had known better, I should have kept a few plants for breeding.

The old monk said, "I have heard it said before. About thousands of years ago, the sect and the Hiyue Hall jointly searched the entire Qicang area, picked all the pistils, and transplanted them to Kuchan Temple. . In order to prevent the natural birth of Bo Ling Rui in the wild, we even cut off the ground where the Bo Ling Rui was easy to breed, turning it into a desert where spiritual energy does not exist. "

After Song Wen heard this, he was immediately sure of one thing.

Bo Ling Rui must have some big secret.

Otherwise, Kuzen Temple and Seyue Hall would not bother to do this.

It is even possible that Kuzen Temple and Hiyue Hall are just following orders, and the Divine Blood Sect is the real mastermind behind it.

"Master, is there really no way to purchase this thing?" Song Wen asked unwillingly.

As he spoke, ten high-grade spiritual stones appeared in front of Song Wen, and then slowly floated to the old monk.

The old monk didn't hesitate at all, raised his hand and put away the spirit stone.

Then he lowered his voice and said.

"If the donor really wants to buy the Puling Rui, I'm afraid he can only find a way from the elders of the sect's Lingcao Peak."

Song Wen raised his eyebrows and said, "I wonder if Master can help with a recommendation. Don't worry, Master, I will never let Master's work go in vain."