Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 343 Buy Ten Get One Free
Stretching out the dirty hand to the tattered thread-bound book of "Jiuxuanlu", the owner has a disgusting greasy smell, and this smell is actually a little familiar to me.

The person who came was the beggar with a painted face.

In 2000, what was the population of our country? 12 billion, or 13 billion, with a land area of ​​960 million square kilometers. From these data, one can imagine how vast the world is.

But for the world of practitioners, there are only so many who can stand out, so I won't be too surprised to see a beggar with a painted face here.

The only thing that made me feel "Where do we never meet again in life" was that this guy actually grabbed the copy of "Nine Profound Dew" before me.

In fact, only those who have truly practiced it can understand how powerful "Jiuxuanlu" is.

So not only the beggar with a painted face is obsessed with it, but I am too.

Seeing that guy grab this old tattered book, and then start flipping through it without any hesitation, my whole attention was also attracted by him.

Ma Yi'ao couldn't help but look at the man.

The painted-faced beggar turned over the first page, his eyes shot out, he licked his fingers with his lips, and then immediately turned down.

But at this time, the old man at the bookstall reached out and stopped him.

The painted-faced beggar was excited to see it, but when he was obstructed like this, his eyes immediately showed a fierce look, with a terrifying look on his face.

Over the past few days, he has been used to bossing around, living in Qi, raising his body, and gradually he has the aura of a superior, completely different from the street pickpocket he used to be, and gave the old book stall man a vicious look.

The old man at the bookstall was unafraid, pointed to the sign next to him, and repeated: "When you buy books, you can only try them out. For biographies, you can only read five pages each. For exercises and secret books, you can only read one book. Read two pages, small business, limited profit, look at the price yourself, no bargaining..."

The painted-faced beggar was furious, and said coldly: "Old man, are you afraid that I won't be able to pay?"

The old man at the bookstall didn't answer his question directly, but said with a smile: "Money has a price, but knowledge is priceless, what do you think?"

The beggar with a painted face said: "I have the money, but I need to make sure whether your book is authentic or not."

After that, he pulled the book into his arms, wanting to continue reading.

But after he tried hard, he found that the old man was firmly grasping the pages of the book without moving, and if he pulled it off again, the old book that looked old might be torn to pieces.

Who is the beggar with a painted face? With the power of one person, he commanded the beggars of the five provinces, and properly opened the mountain monsters, but he never thought that he could not snatch away a bad old man. His face became serious immediately, and he said seriously: "Your Excellency, sign up No, let me also see what kind of expert you are..."

He said this, but he was not subdued, but full of provocative energy like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Compared with his extremely aggressive and aggressive attitude, the old book stall man was relatively calm. He grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth that are rare at this age, and then said: "I'm just a small businessman. If you are willing to abide by the rules and deal fairly, I will treat you well. If you want to pretend to be forceful, I will not agree to it—the organizer of the South China Sea Avalokitesvara Dharma Association probably won't either. Make you so arrogant?"

Indeed, in order to ensure the order of the venue, the South China Sea Avalokitesvara Ceremony has invited many masters to sit in it, and most of the practitioners will unconsciously maintain this harmonious atmosphere out of respect.

So when the beggar with a painted face tended to make trouble, many people surrounded him.

There are many masters among these people, as long as the painted-faced beggar behaves too much, they will probably take action without hesitation and come forward to teach him a lesson.

In such a venue where dragons and tigers are hidden, even the leaders of the beggars of the five provinces are just a part of the Jianghu.

No one can override rules and order.

Because this is tantamount to overriding everyone's head.

Facing the threat from the old man at the bookstall, the colorful face beggar's face became more and more stern, but after a few seconds, he finally backed down.

He waved his hand, and a person came beside him, a pretty-looking little beggar, who stacked a large pile of money neatly out of the dirty schoolbag.

The money was not new, but it was neatly arranged. The little beggar worked hard and counted neatly, a total of [-], and then put it in front of the stall.

The painted-faced beggar pointed to the money on the ground and said to count it.

The old man at the bookstall said with a smile: "No need to count, this little brother has done it carefully, I saw it, it should be right."

After speaking, he let go.

The beggar with a colorful face got the book, and immediately flipped through it, while the old book stall man took out a cloth bag from his waist, and stuffed all the piles of money into it.

Such a large pile of money fell into his cloth bag, but there was no sign of swelling at all.

Nasumi Yu mustard.

It is exactly the same as the gossip bag. Seeing this, I was a little shocked.

When Li Hongjun saw my gossip bag, he was full of envy, and then told me that even in an institution like Tianji Department, which was born with a golden spoon in it, where all kinds of resources are at your fingertips, as far as he knows, there is only one such thing. two.

There are only two, one is in the hands of his grandfather Li Aiguo, and the other is in the hands of his successor, Empress Tian Yingnan.

As for others, don't even think about it.

But he never thought that this old book stall man, who looks like a mountain and not dewy, actually has one in his hand.

Senior ah.

Just when I was amazed at the cloth bag of the old man at the bookstall, the beggar with a pretty face who just spent a lot of money threw that copy of "Jiuxuanlu" directly at the old man at the bookstand, cursing: : "You old liar, how dare you sell me a fake?"

The old man at the bookstall seemed to have prepared for it long ago, and he took the torn book like a hidden weapon steadily.

He said with a serious face: "Don't say that, Layman. My old man Tang's bookstall is talking about word of mouth. You are talking nonsense like this, and you have to be in charge."

The painted-faced beggar cursed angrily: "What is nonsense, this "Jiuxuanlu" is a fake!"

The old man at the bookstall looked indifferent, saying it was fake?How do you prove it?

The beggar with a painted face stretched out his dirty right hand, his five fingers formed into claws, and suddenly he closed it, a stream of five-color aura emerged, and he said word by word: "Because what I practice is this technique, is it true?" It's fake, you can tell it at a glance - hurry up and refund the money."

The old man at the bookstall chuckled, and pointed his finger at the signboard placed on the bookstall.

In addition to the line of rules he just recited above, there is also a line of small characters below - "Buy with discretion, do what you can, and both money and goods will be paid, and will not be refunded."

have to……

The face of the beggar with a painted face turned black immediately, and he was about to strike immediately. At this time, a group of monks came from not far away, all of them were holding long sticks, and they were all heroic. clean.

That man is not from the Nanshan Buddhist Temple, he came here and saw the beggar with a colorful face who was about to shoot his sword, but he ignored him, instead he cupped his hands at the old man on the street and said, "Taoist Master Tianxian, is there someone causing trouble?"

As soon as he heard the person's address, there was a sound of breathing from the side.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes.

Having been with Ma Yi'ao for so long, I am no longer a newcomer to the rivers and lakes, so I naturally know the reputation of "Taoist Master Tianxian".

Emei Jinding Tianxianzi, a strange person who practiced Taoism in a Buddhist holy place, his cultivation base is said to be only one step away from becoming a saint.

I don't know where he got a bunch of scriptures and secret books. When he meets someone who is destined, he will give a copy. It has given a lot of artificiality. After these people become famous, they all think of this person as a mentor, so they are in The reputation in the rivers and lakes is excellent, known as "the world is full of peaches and plums", and it is a legend of a generation.

This kind of person, I thought it was that fairy-like, high-spirited land fairy, but I never thought that he was actually a bad old man who set up a stall and sold books.

He, an old man, actually came to sell books in person, and it was still a book without an ISBN.

Are you not afraid of being held accountable by the relevant departments?

Uh……

Well, I may be thinking a bit wrongly, in a word, the beggar with a painted face kicked the iron plate, and when the identity of the old man of the bookstall was revealed, he turned and left with a blushing face, not daring to ask for more money.

As a result, he had just taken two steps, but that day Xianzi stopped him again.

The beggar with a painted face turned his head in a daze, only to see Tian Xianzi handing him the torn book, and said: "It's said that you pay for both money and goods, you spend the money, and the things are already yours, I don't care." Take advantage of you."

The painted-faced beggar took the book in a daze, and walked away without saying a word.

That guy left, but after he made such a fuss, the surroundings suddenly became lively. Everyone knew the identity of the old man from the stall, and naturally became eager, and began to look through the books on the stall.

But no one dared to push back, and everything was done according to the rules.

And the sword-browed man saw that nothing was wrong, he cupped his hands towards Tian Xianzi, and then left.

I was watching from the side, and Ma Yi'ao asked the "chicken farmer" book, how much is a copy?
Tian Xianzi stretched out his palm, opened his five fingers, and said a book of five hundred.

Compared with the books in regular bookstores, this price is naturally expensive, but for the [-] RMB just now, it is much more friendly to the people. Ma Yi'ao didn't hesitate, and hurriedly paid for it, and bought a copy of the "Ten Great Masters of the Republic of China" series.

And when I saw the old man took out another copy of "Nine Profound Dew" from the cardboard box next to it, I couldn't help laughing, what about this, is it still selling for [-] yuan?
The old man glanced at me and said expressionlessly: "Yes, but I still have a rule here."

What rules did I say?
The old man held out a hand and said that if you buy ten copies, you will get one free. Your friend bought ten copies. If you want this one, take it yourself.

I:"……"

(End of this chapter)