Chapter 336

This place is not even the officially recognized commercial area of Dafeng City. It is just formed by the spontaneous gathering of many merchants.

Many low-level friars, even mortals, set up stalls in this place to sell items of unknown origin.

In fact, the items they sell are of little value. In the eyes of monks like Meng Zhang during the foundation period, they are simply ragged.

Can you find zhujidan in this place? Meng Zhang was a little suspicious.

However, thinking that the result of Dayan's divine calculation has never been wrong, Meng Zhang slowly entered this area.

The alleys here are not spacious. Many stalls are placed on both sides, which makes them even narrower.

Not only many low-level friars, but also many mortals go in and out here.

The streets were bustling and crowded, which almost packed the place.

The rags on the stall are worthless in Meng Zhang's eyes, but both stall owners and customers attach great importance to them.

The voice of bargaining came and went, and almost never stopped.

Many low-level practitioners linger on the stall, hoping to pick up a big leak.

Many ordinary people are clever with excuses, and they also start the business of buying high and selling low.

Many external practitioners will be slaughtered by these mortals if they are not careful.

As long as a successful business can be enjoyed by these mortals for a long time.

Meng Zhang could see from time to time that some stall owners talked with customers, and both sides left here mysteriously and entered a more remote dark corner nearby. This reminds Meng Zhang of the scene of buying dishes on the street he had seen in his previous life.

Meng Zhangyun started to break the false magic eye and swept around the street stall.

Sure enough, the stalls here are full of rags.

The cunning stall owner may be able to cheat foreign friars and inexperienced novice friars with good eloquence and some deliberate fakes.

Don't say it's Meng Zhang, a friar in the foundation period, or a friar in the Qi refining period with a little insight, who won't be easily fooled.

In fact, many monks who hold their own identity will not come to this place at all.

They regard this place as a dump and never set foot here.

Meng Zhang doesn't mean to look down on this place. On the contrary, because of the strong popularity and life breath here, he has a strong sense of intimacy.

The street is too crowded, Meng Zhang's pace is very slow.

He was not in a hurry. He walked slowly and strolled around, looking at the situation around him.

There were also some small episodes. On several occasions, some mortal children and even low-level friars tried to get close to him and steal from him under the cover of the flow of people.

Meng Zhang, who is in the right mood, is too lazy to care more about these people. He gently turned his Qi and bounced these people away.

Meng Zhang, who was merciful, didn't hurt people in public.

These people are not fools. After several times of hitting the wall, they know that Meng Zhang is not easy to mess with. They immediately changed their goals and focused on others.

Meng Zhang walked around for more than half a circle. When he passed a stall, his mind moved. He immediately knew that the opportunity he derived should be here.

He glanced at the stall owner.

The stall owner is about 30 years old and has double cultivation of refining Qi.

Although he is a cultivator, he is pale, his eyes are absent-minded, and his limbs often shake unconsciously. At first glance, he is the kind of person with kidney deficiency and weak body.

The real Qi in the body is also turbid and unstable, and there are signs of collapse at any time.

Looking at his hollowed out body, I don't know how many years to live.

The items placed on the stall are even more ragged. Not to mention the friars in the Qi refining period, even ordinary people don't look up to them.

Although he knew that this was the place where the opportunity appeared, Meng Zhang passed here calmly without stopping.

As soon as he went out, several tough and strong men swaggered and blustered from the other side to the stall owner.

"Ye, when are you going to pay off the debt you owe my master?"

The first big man asked fiercely.

As soon as the big men appeared, the stall owner showed a frightened expression and wanted to avoid, but it was too late.

Hearing the other party's impolite questions, he showed a flattering smile on his face.

"Elder brothers, please tell your master if you can allow a few days. When the small ones sell the goods, they will pay the debt immediately."

The big man looked at the items on the stall with disdain.

"Expect to sell this pile of junk? Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"

The man's tone became more and more fierce.

"Yes, ye, your reputation has long been rotten. I thought you could catch the cheated fat sheep."

"You waste, you've disgraced your ancestors."

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Several other big men began to drink and scold.

I think it's not fun just to scold. Several strong men went up and beat the stall owner violently.

No matter how the stall owner wailed for mercy, several big men kept beating him black and blue and rolling all over the ground.

The stalls filled with rags were directly overturned and then trampled to pieces.

Pitifully, the stall owner is also a cultivator at least, but in the face of the violent beating of several mortals, he not only dare not fight back, but also has little power to fight.

Even the lowest level practitioners, not to mention standing high in front of mortals, should at least be respected by mortals.

But the stall owner was so disheartened that he was wantonly humiliated by a group of mortals, which almost humiliated the cultivator's face.

The stall owners around have long been used to it and looked at this place with gloating eyes. Some people also communicate with each other, whispering and pointing.

After the fight, the strong men probably didn't enjoy it. They spit a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm on the stall owner, and then left here slowly.

Before leaving, they threatened loudly. If ye didn't pay his debts, they would come every day. The next time I come over, it won't be as easy as this time.

Meng Zhang stopped and looked like a spectator. He stopped to watch for a while.

He heard the whispers of the people around him, used his talent and magic power, read the minds of many people around him, and then found out the origin of the stall owner and why he fell here.

The stall owner, named Ye Fanfan, is a native of Dafeng City.

Ye Fanfan was not born so down and out. His ancestors were once rich.

Ye Jiazu had a number of friars in the foundation period, and there was a time of scenery. There are many friars in the clan. They are a little powerful.

Later, after a series of changes, the Ye family almost lost all the monks in the family, and the family gradually fell down.

In Ye Feifan's generation, the family has completely declined. Ye Feifan has also become a real broken settlement, extremely poor.