I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

Chapter 349 Golden Sword Spike
"Don't worry, benefactors. In this market exclusively for outside monks, there are actually high-level monks sitting in town. After all, we don't know if there will be demon cultivators sneaking in. Those people have never taken human life as a pestle. In case If something goes wrong, the monks here will be in danger."

While explaining to Changsheng, Ming An babbled that there were also two high-level monks stationed here in the Western Buddhist Kingdom, and it was said that one of them was the one with the highest Buddhist principles in the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

"That master uncle turned from a demon body to a Buddha cultivator. He has excellent understanding and a tyrannical body, so for a long time, everyone quietly called him 'King Ming'."

"Ming Wang?"

Changsheng didn't know much about Buddhism, and the only King Ming he knew was the legendary Peacock King Ming.Generally speaking, the name of every long-established monk will not be taken up casually, and there is a basis for it.Since that existence is called King Ming, it means that he should be a demon cultivator like a bird.

Sure enough, Ming An looked left and right, and seemed to feel that this place was extraordinarily safe, so he spoke with a smile.

"Because Master Uncle's heel is a white hole... Oops!"

The next moment, Ming An fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. Not only did he fall into the mud, but also the spirit grass on the stall of the stall owner next to him fell down, almost to the point of falling. He wrapped himself up.

The people around have already seen it.Everyone, including the cultivator whose spirit grass fell to the ground, was not angry. Everyone looked at Ming An with a smile, and got together to express their feelings.

"Let me just say, this little Buddha is always so outspoken, he will definitely be punished by King Ming. No, retribution is coming."

"No, even if I whispered to this fellow Taoist, I didn't insult you, master uncle. If you beat me like this, am I a bit too miserable?"

Ming An ouch got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and he was a young monk Ming An intact again.

It has to be said that Ming An is also a bit of a talker.Chang Sheng looked at Ming An in amazement, feeling that he really exceeded his expectations.When we first met, I thought he was a typical Buddhist cultivator.

At this time, a voice from the sky let out a cold "hum", and then there was no movement.

Just from the aura brought by the word just now, Changsheng knew that the strength of this King Ming was far beyond his own. If there were monks of this level sitting in command, it would not be surprising that the world in the blue sky was so harmonious.

"Fellow Daoist Ming An, is everything okay?"

"nothing."

Ming An didn't mind the previous little conflict at all, and even felt proud of it.

"The one just now is my grand uncle. Hey, although I haven't seen him, but judging from the move just now, I know that the old man's sword is not old, and his strength is still there."

"Yes, is it?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Chang Sheng always felt that Ming An emphasized the word "old man".Just now he was taught a lesson just for mentioning King Ming, and now he still dares to call him an old man, isn't he really afraid of being punished?
But unexpectedly, His Royal Highness King Ming who was in the dark really didn't get angry about this, but didn't speak out again.Ming An winked at Chang Sheng and smiled.

"Don't worry, Master Uncle likes others to think of him as an older person."

"what?"

"That's it. Master Uncle seems to have always wanted to look like an elder, so I say this, he will only become more and more happy."

It turned out to be the case.

After a brief episode, everyone came to the street of the market, where indeed everything was sold. Chang Sheng looked around and saw a golden sword tassel in one of the stalls.The pendant of this sword tassel is a wing carved from a piece of dense gold, which looks golden.To be honest, I don't quite satisfy the low-key aesthetics of most monks, but I can't help it, Du Xuanjin likes it very much.

Duxuanjin is originally a golden spirit sword, so he naturally likes Jiansui who is very similar to him.When Changsheng Yujian was flying before, Du Xuanjin was covered up, so he was not recognized by others at first sight.Du Xuanjin didn't respond to this all the time, only at that time his obsession with the golden sword tassel made Changsheng realize that this kid really cared about his appearance.

So Changsheng bought the golden sword spike.Of course, one should not treat one more favorably than another, so Changsheng looked at this stall for a long time, and finally bought a large jade-colored sword tassel for Siege.Although the two swords can't speak yet, the feeling of joy spread to Changsheng's heart along the connection with them.

Since they are so happy, Changsheng is also very happy.At this time, Wu Sishang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"Don't you only have one sword? Why did you buy two sword tassels? Do you have another one?"

Changsheng didn't say a word, but the little monk Huixing spoke uprightly.

"There's no rule that you can't buy two tassels for a sword. Isn't it nice to just change the color?"

Wu Sishang snorted slightly, then looked at Hui Xing with a smile, and the little monk Hui Xing felt palpitations as he stared at him with naked eyes.But Ming An stood in front of his junior brother and looked at Wu Sishang with a smile.

"My benefactor, what's the matter?"

"Tsk."

Now that the teacher is by his side, it's hard to tease him.what a pity.

At this moment, everyone heard a burst of yelling.

"Come and see, I have the best Huangquan stone here, and one piece is worth several yuan to others! Whoever uses it will know!"

The voice of selling was not reserved at all.It was like the one I saw when I went to the market in Gujia Village, full of vitality.

Ming'an and the others who heard the voice looked at each other, and then looked at Changsheng.

"How about we go take a look?"

This yellow spring stone is quite attractive to Buddhist practitioners.

"of course."

Because of the loud noise just now, many people squeezed past at this moment. After a while, everyone looked at the few Huangquan stones on the crowded booth and fell into deep thought.

Each piece of Yellow Spring Stone on this stall is almost the size of a human head, the surface is rough, and there are even some moss.

Changsheng had never seen Huangquanshi before, and seeing this shape now, he thought it was normal, but the slightly short breathing of Ming An beside him showed that this Huangquanshi was not normal.

"what happened?"

asked quietly.

Ming An gave Chang Sheng a firm look of "I'm sorry but I must take it", pushed away the helpless brothers and squeezed in, bargaining with other monks in full swing, and was bound to snatch it together.

People around looked at Ming An who was proficient in tongues, and felt a burst of suffocation.Can Buddhist cultivators say this now?
(End of this chapter)