Seeing that everyone was dissatisfied, the woman stopped smiling and turned around and left.

Everyone watched her fly into the lively market again, standing in front of a man in purple clothes and horns, and whispered to report.

Gu Qingshan suddenly said, "Fellow Taoists, how dare you ask who is the fellow Taoist Huang you just mentioned?"

All monks looked at one person.

The man said, "Fellow Daoist Huang comes from the world of cultivation where I am. Last time he came to cross the disaster of Mount Sumeru."

"Where are others? I have died after the tribulation?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"What should I say? Last time we escorted him through the tribulation, but the result was"

The monk was a little scared on his face and reached out to point at the night market.

Gu Qingshan looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw a person standing in the corner of the night market, with a table and a stove beside him.

The man rolled the noodles hard, shouting something with sweat.

Unfortunately, except for the woman just now, no one could make any noise from the others, so Gu Qingshan didn't know what he was calling.

The man lifted the dough, shook it on the chopping board, stretched it, and then penetrated it into the furnace, and stuck it to the inner wall.

It turned out that I was making sesame cakes.

"Fellow Daoist Huang has a profound self-cultivation and superb Taoism. After being invited to enter that world, his whole body was suddenly lost and he died on the spot when he fell on the ground." A monk said.

"We were thinking about how to take back his body and bury him, but he suddenly stood up, went to a corner of the night market, and started selling sesame cakes." Another monk sighed.

"You can't find a way to wake him up?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"I tried all the methods, but he seemed to have become another person." said the monk.

Gu Qingshan looked at the man.

A monk in the realm of the free heavenly king suddenly died and then resurrected,

He forgot everything and only sold sesame cakes in the night market.

wrong.

He is dead, not even his soul is here.

Otherwise, the Ghost Staff of the Prison-Suppressing Ghost King will connect the deceased with Gu Qingshan's divine thoughts.

So does this person still remember his previous identity?

Gu Qingshan's eyes flew past the human night market and turned to other worlds isolated by the barrier.

Those worlds of practice, evil ghosts, technology, Asura world, magic world, wilderness world, martial arts world, beast king world, card world, angel world, purgatory world, wood world, deep sea world, lifeless world, mysterious nest world, celestial world, all spirit world, primitive world, light and sound world, ruin world, artifact world, melding world, muddy world, silent world, dark world... and so on, all kinds of worlds are simply dazzling.

Gu Qingshan looked at it for a while, but could not see any clues.

In every world, the behaviors of many creatures are in line with their racial origin.

This is not easy to deal with...

Gu Qingshan was pondering in his heart.

According to several other monks, no one has survived the Sumeru Mountain disaster in recent thousands of years.

This time, it was Xie Daoling's turn to overcome the tribulation.

Fortunately, Master is not a sir, and he never practices himself and has a profound level of cultivation.

But if you encounter such a situation on the pillar of heaven...

No, I still need to learn more about the information about this world, which may be helpful for experiencing the tribulation.

Gu Qingshan was thinking, and saw the woman fly up from the night market again and come to everyone.

Through the barrier, she asked with a smile: "Everyone, do you have any business to do?"

All the monks were silent.

Gu Qingshan was about to speak when the monk pulled Gu Qingshan's sleeve before and said kindly: "Don't do business with them."

"It's very dangerous?" Gu Qingshan asked.

The monk said, "It's not that it's dangerous, but that they always use some low-value things to exchange for the treasures in our hands. I'm afraid no one is willing to do this."

Gu Qingshan thought for a moment, patted the storage bag, and took out a pile of spirit stones.

He asked the woman, "Three Thousand Spirit Stones, what can I change from you?"

When the woman saw the spirit stone, her eyes lit up and said, "Fellow Daoist."

She turned around and took a basket, walked around the night market, took some things from each stall and put them in the basket, and then flew back.

"Fellow Taoist, please see, you can choose one thing from me at will."

Gu Qingshan looked at the basket.

The basket contains some ordinary things such as desserts, clear water, melons, palm-leaf fans, mooncakes, etc.

Gu Qingshan's heart moved and asked, "Can you give me a pancake?"

"So." The woman nodded, turned around and flew to the night market, and found the monk named Huang.

The monk surnamed Huang immediately took out a sesame cake and handed it to the woman.

The woman flew back, stuck to the barrier, and looked at Gu Qingshan.

"Give me Shaobing."

Gu Qingshan threw the spirit stone out.

The spirit stone fell on the barrier, and the woman used a magic trick and took it over.

The woman used another trick and handed out the baked cake.

Gu Qingshan took over the Shaobing.

The sesame cakes are still warm, with a gust of heat, and it seems that they have just come out of the oven.

"Fellow Daoist, what else do you need?" the woman asked expectantly.

"There is nothing but one thing. What are you? Where did you come from?" Gu Qingshan asked.

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't know."

After saying that, she flew into the night market with the spirit stone and disappeared.

Gu Qingshan felt a little regretful.

On the interface of the God of War, a line of small words for fireflies stays there:

"You have activated the Pupil Technique: Time Back Technique."

"Due to the barrier of the world, your magic failed."

The art of time retrospective.

Lin was much stronger than Gu Qingshan at the beginning, but she still got the skills of this world.

But between two worlds, this technique cannot be used.

Then there is nothing to do.

Gu Qingshan weighed the cake and passed it to the monks behind him.

"The world where Fellow Daoist Huang is located must have its own rules and etiquette. Please see if there are any secret codes set by Fellow Daoist Huang." He said to everyone.

The monks suddenly realized.

After a while.

Shaobing walked around the hands of everyone and finally returned to Gu Qingshan.

Everyone was a little depressed.

Shaobing is Shaobing, without any information mixed in, and there is no such thing as magic or code.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Huang has really died." Someone sighed.

Everyone nodded.

Gu Qingshan thought about it

There is indeed no more information.

The first temptation failed.

"Fellow Taoists, do you ask if other worlds do business?" Gu Qingshan asked.

One monk said, "Everything is done, but it's almost the same as before. It's impossible to exchange something useful from them."

Gu Qingshan nodded: "Then I'll go and take a look."

The monk advised, "They will not tell us what the hell is going on."

Another monk echoed: "Yes, we have also tried that they would only bring out some useless things, and maybe they themselves didn't know what was going on."
To be continued...