The customer's face darkened. He had never seen anyone so shameless as to say that he was a pervert.
Okay, you are thick-skinned, so you deserve to be invincible.
The customer left without further ado.
Youyou was also dumbfounded. In this day and age, are there still people who are so frank and exaggerated?
Gu Qingxi said unhappily, "Master Jueming, I just found out today that you have a bit of dry humor."
"Eh? How did you recognize me?" the stall owner asked in surprise.
That's right, the stall owner was Jueming, the ostentatious uncle of Liaokong, who had disguised himself.
"You recognized me right away with your eyes..." Gu Qingxi said casually, his eyes lingering on Jueming's stall, "Are you also giving people fate today?"
"Of course not. The purpose of setting up a stall at the Wanfa Conference is to make money. Every time there is a Wanfa Conference, many cultivators from the cultivation world come, and I deal with some of the rags." Jueming said confidently.
Gu Qingxi asked: "The rags you mentioned should also be good things, right?" With Jueming's strength, he thought that the rags should also be good things for ordinary cultivators.
"Ah, no, it's really rags." Jueming said casually.
Gu Qingxi: "???"
Youyou was also confused. Are you serious about dealing with rags in this market?
"What is this?" Gu Qingxi asked, picking up a long white feather.
"Feather." Jueming replied.
"I mean, what kind of feather is this?"
"I don't know, I picked it up. For the sake of acquaintance, I'll give you a discount, 500 spirit stones." Jueming said generously.
"But, this looks like an ordinary feather." Youyou looked carefully at the feather in Gu Qingxi's hand, and finally confirmed that it was really just an ordinary feather.
And it was picked up by this stall owner.
Selling it for 500 spirit stones, this no-cost business is too good, right?
"What about this stone?" Gu Qingxi asked, picking up an inconspicuous stone on the stall.
"I picked it up at the entrance of our Wanfo Sect's residence yesterday." Jueming answered.
Gu Qingxi: "..."
"What about this one? This fruit seems to be wilted, right?" Youyou asked, picking up a fruit from the stall. As a result, she turned it and saw a tooth mark on it.
Youyou put the fruit down silently, not wanting to ask about the origin of this fruit.
Gu Qingxi also saw the imprint on the fruit. She asked with a complicated expression: "When did you start setting up a stall here? Have you sold anything?"
"Of course I set up a stall as soon as this market opened." Jueming answered, and then said confidently, "So far, I haven't sold a single thing."
Gu Qingxi was silent. It would be strange if these junks could be sold.
Jueming smiled at Gu Qingxi again and said, "Otherwise, you can be the first customer and let me open a shop."
"Then the five spirit stones." Gu Qingxi said, pinching the long white feather in his hand.
"Fifty, at least enough for me to buy a dish." Jueming bargained.
Gu Qingxi was speechless. He took out fifty spirit stones, threw them to Jueming, put away the feather and left with Youyou.
Jueming put away the spirit stones, looked at Gu Qingxi's back, smiled, sat back, half-closed his eyes and waited for the next customer.
These things are indeed tattered, but maybe they will have other uses at some point.
The Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect pays the most attention to the word "fate".
Meeting people is fate.
Getting something is also because of fate.
There are so many things on his stall, but Gu Qingxi saw the feather at first sight and picked it up. This is also fate.
Everything in the world is predestined.
Gu Qingxi and Youyou walked far away, and Youyou said, "Actually, I think your friend just now should have one of his pleasures in setting up a stall, just like we both like food and like shopping."
Gu Qingxi thought about it and it seemed to be true.
The first time I met Jueming, he was setting up a stall to sell things, saying that he was giving people opportunities. Anyway
, Jueming's hobbies really can't be associated with Buddhist cultivation.
Likes to watch the fun, likes to eat meat and drink, likes to be conceited, and likes to set up stalls.
Youyou quickly put this little episode behind her, dragged Gu Qingxi to stroll around the market happily, and finally filled the storage bag to the brim, and then stopped.
This made Gu Qingxi a little confused: "Didn't Jiuya refine a bigger storage magic tool for you?"
Yun Jiuya, the wife-loving maniac, if he refined a storage magic tool for Youyou, it would definitely not be a storage bag like a sachet, but a ring or bracelet.
"I don't want it. I still want to wait until you recover your strength, and then we can refine a bracelet together." Youyou pointed to the bracelet on Gu Qingxi's wrist and said, "I want the same one."
The bracelet she wore before was refined by her and Qingxi together, and it was the same as Qingxi's bracelet.
But when she died in her previous life, the bracelet retained her soul because of Qingxi's backhand, but the bracelet was also destroyed.
For her, the same bracelet as Qingxi has a different meaning.
Therefore, she would rather wait until Qingxi recovers her strength, and then make the bracelet with Qingxi.
Gu Qingxi smiled and nodded: "Okay, after this Wanfa Conference is over, I will learn how to make storage instruments, and we will make the same one later."
Youyou smiled and nodded vigorously, saying "yes".
"Then let's go to the place where the kitchen repairmen set up their stalls to eat." Youyou took Gu Qingxi's hand and pointed in a direction.
"Didn't you say that the kitchen repairmen would not use good materials to set up stalls?" Gu Qingxi asked.
"Yes, but it must be delicious if made with other materials. After all, many powerful kitchen repairmen have come to participate in this Wanfa Conference." Youyou said with a smile.
Gu Qingxi nodded: "Okay, let's go."
The place where the kitchen repairmen set up their stalls was not far from here. As soon as they approached here, they could smell the mouth-watering fragrance.
For a moment, Gu Qingxi and Youyou both had difficulty making a decision. Which one should they eat first? Every restaurant looked delicious.
"Two beautiful Daoists, come and try the mixed noodles I made." On a stall not far away, a burly, big and strong man shouted to Gu Qingxi and the others.
"Then let's go and try it." Youyou walked towards the stall first.
Gu Qingxi followed behind.
After approaching the stall, a dark-skinned child wiped the table and chairs diligently with a rag, then asked Gu Qingxi and Youyou to sit down, and immediately brought two cups of tea.
The burly man rolled the noodles and fried the sauce skillfully.
Youyou said casually: "Daoyou, your child is really sensible and hardworking. He helps you with the stall at such a young age."
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