The Pavilion of the Religion.

On the second floor, in a private room.

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting upright on the chair, reached out to grab it!

A tea list was placed on the table and fell into Cheng Buzheng's hands.

The tea list is lined vertically, with rows of spiritual tea names and prices marked behind it.

Cheng Buzheng didn’t know if he didn’t look at it. He only realized what a sky-high price is?

Even the cheapest pot of spiritual tea costs at least 500 low-grade spiritual stones. The most expensive one is called "Yuanquan Zifeng Tea", which costs up to 800 spiritual stones.

These eight hundred spirit stones are not low-grade spirit stones, but medium-grade spirit stones, equivalent to 80,000 low-grade spirit stones.

No wonder, at least the monks who came here are all monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator does not have such a wealthy fortune, and even if there are, they are reluctant to spend such a great price. They come to the Lundao Pavilion to order a pot of spiritual tea.

after all.

The cheapest pot of spiritual tea requires 500 low-grade spiritual stones. Even a qi-training monk will not be willing to give up. Even ordinary foundation-building monks may not be willing to give up.

It can be seen that monks who can come here to consume do not have a certain wealth, so I saw this tea list!

I'm afraid I will go out immediately.

Although Cheng Buzheng secretly cried in his heart:

"Black, too dark!"

But his expression was still light and as if he didn't care at all.

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng put down the tea list in his hand, looked up at the guy standing with his hands hanging down, and said lightly:

"Give me a pot of Yuanquan Zifeng Tea, and let your boss come over and talk!"

Hearing words.

"Please wait, please wait, younger brothers will go down and prepare now!"

The attendant in green bowed quickly and said.

After giving a bow, he went out and took the door of the private room with him.

Inside the private room.

Cheng Bujian sat on the chair, his eyes closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest.

He ordered the most expensive pot of spiritual tea in Lundao Pavilion. Of course, it was not because he had too many spiritual stones, so he burned it!

Because this is a rule.

If Cheng Buzheng wants to enter the gate of the dark market, he must have recommended monks, otherwise he will not be able to enter the dark market at all.

Isn’t this something that everyone wants to enter?

Because there is a threshold for entering the dark market.

And the pot of Yuanquan Zifeng Tea is a stepping stone and a benefit for the introduction of monks, that is, the owner of the Reign of Taoism Pavilion.

Otherwise, if you don’t order a pot of Yuanquan Zifeng Tea, the owner of Lundao Pavilion will not come forward at all, let alone enter the dark market.

Before, Cheng Buzheng had already spent a lot of money and obtained detailed information on participating in the secret market of Yuanhai Xiancheng.

So Cheng Buzheng would not be reluctant to give up that little bit of spirit stone at this critical moment.

after all.

If you want to integrate into a new circle, you must pay a little price.

Especially in such a high-end circle.

As long as you participate once, there is no need to spend a lot of money to inquire about detailed information in the future, and then order a pot of Yuanquan Zifeng Tea.

If it is always the case every time, the dark market in Yuanhai Fairy City will not take long, and fewer and fewer monks will disappear without long.

What's more, monks are not fat sheep, they are specially slaughtered by people.

Those who can cultivate the current level of monks, who are attached to their hair, are monkey spirits, and ghost spirits!

Maybe even the hair is hollow?

at this time.

Cheng Buzheng seemed to be closing his eyes and resting, and he acted like a master, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared.

Not long.

Dong!

Dongdong!!

The dull knock on the door rang in Cheng Buzheng's ears.

"Enter!",

At the same time, Cheng Buzheng, who was leaning back on the chair, opened his eyes and said lightly.

squeak!

The door of the box was pushed open, and a square-faced monk in a black robe walked into the box with a smile on his face.

After Cheng Buzheng met this late-stage Jindan monk, he knew that this old man should be the owner of the Lundao Pavilion and the introductory person to the secret market.

Immediately.

A warm smile appeared on Cheng Buzheng's face, and his expression changed completely without any sense of incongruity.

He stood up, met him, and spoke:

"Brother Dao is so kind. He actually delivered tea in person. This is a disaster!"

While talking.

The tone seemed to be a reunion of old friends, without a trace of strangeness, and it was impossible to tell that it was the first time the two met.

He didn't look like he pretended to be clinging, and his expression was extremely sincere.

See this.

The old man holding the tray was also stunned, but he quickly reacted and said with a smile on his face:

"Fellow Daoist can come to the old man's Taoist Pavilion, which is the love that fellow Taoist loves the old man, so what is this?"

"As long as fellow Taoists come every day, the old man will serve tea and meals to fellow Taoists, it's no problem!"

"It's okay once or twice, but I can't stand it if I get too much!"

Say the last.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Fellow Taoist please sit down!"

Cheng Buzheng said with a smile on his face.

Regarding this.

The old man was not polite, put the tray in his hand on the table, and said with a smile:

"Then the old man is welcome!"

For a moment, there was no trace of unfamiliar atmosphere in the private room.

This is the old fried dough sticks in the world of immortal cultivation for many years, language art, and it is also an instinctive reaction.

Talking about people when they see people, and talking about ghosts when they see ghosts.

As long as you are not a monk with a particularly introverted personality, you can always face unfamiliar scenes calmly.

Immediately.

After a self-introduction, Cheng Buzheng directly expressed his intentions.

"Fellow Daoist, I want to participate in the secret market of Yuanhai Xiancheng. I hope my fellow Daoist will introduce it?"

Finally, Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting on the chair, held his fists and greeted the old man Hai opposite him from afar!

See this.

Old Man Hai stopped and said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, you are polite. Since the Daoist ordered the Yuanquan Zifeng Tea from this pavilion, the old man naturally would not refuse!"

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng completely let go.

very good!

I can do things after receiving benefits, but I didn’t ask for more, which is great!
To be continued...