Over the next few days, Ling Yi kept Refinement various figurines into magical artifacts in different ways.
Some people say, don't magical artifacts need good forging materials?
So... that's what makes it junk!
These magical artifacts are merely constructed from Formation and magic; if taken to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, they would be looked down upon after just a glance.
But this world is, after all, just a world of Ghost; it doesn't reach that high a level.
Take, for example, the Ghost Emperor, the strongest Battle Power in this world. If you took him to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he would only be a Golden Core Stage cultivator, someone who wouldn't even be worth mentioning.
Not to mention, this world doesn't even have magical treasures anymore; the most powerful thing is just Dharma Artifact.
That's enough.
"Boss, why hasn't anyone come to buy the magic item? It's been three days already, this shouldn't be happening."
"What do you expect? That these people will still come to our door to scramble for goods?"
"It's a magic weapon! It's a magic weapon! Shouldn't it be like this?" Lin Wanzhen said, puzzled.
"What's the rush? Look, a customer is coming in right now," Ling Yi said, pointing to the door.
Lin Wanzhen followed Lin Wanzhen Ling Yi's gaze and, upon seeing the two of them together, felt a strange sense of disharmony.
A Daoist priest with a roguish charm, wearing a loose black Daoist robe, slippers, and sunglasses hanging from his forehead.
He had a nonchalant, carefree attitude.
The other one was a kind-looking bald monk, dressed in a white robe, who looked to be around twenty years old. He was even more handsome, the kind of handsome that practically shone.
The two entered the shop, glanced at Lin Wanzhen, and their pupils contracted. No wonder there was a Ghost Qi in the shop; was there some kind of Ghost King here?
When did Tuchuan City get Ghost King? And why is he so brazenly appearing in the world of ordinary people?
However, neither of them made a fuss. One reason was that they couldn't defeat Ghost King Ghost King, let alone the Ghost General.
The only way to report this matter is to go to the Ghost Suppression Bureau in Tuchuan City.
The two looked at Ling Yi again...
They initially thought the Uncle was a ghost, but after observing him for a long time, they couldn't figure it out. He seemed to be just an ordinary person, only a bit simple-minded.
"Who's the boss among you?" the roguish Daoist priest asked.
Ling Yi took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly, "That's me. If you want to buy Dharma Artifact, go pick them out yourself. If you can't afford them, then get lost."
"Damn it, boss, I can't stand what you're saying! What do you mean 'can't afford it'? Do we look like people who don't have money?"
Ling Yi shook his head and said calmly, "I don't take money in this shop!"
"You don't accept money? Then what do you accept? Ghost money?"
"I only accept ghosts here. You exchange ghosts for points, and use those points to buy magical Dharma Artifact. Also, I only accept living ghosts; I don't accept dead ones."
"Interesting. What's the price for an ordinary little devil?" the roguish Daoist priest asked.
"There's a sign over there, look for yourself!" Ling Yi said, pointing to the mirror.
The roguish Daoist priest looked in the direction of the mirror, initially unable to discern anything, but then he couldn't help but think of the signboard in front of the shop.
They sensed the Ghost Qi in the shop, which is why they instinctively used their Magic Power.
It was only because I used my Magic Power that I saw the signboard was Entanglement in Formation, and that I realized it was a shop selling Dharma Artifact.
Of course, even now, they still don't believe that anyone would open a shop selling Dharma Artifact.
After all, this is just too ridiculous. Each Dharma Artifact is extremely precious; only a fool would sell it.
It's probably just a gimmick; they'll probably sell some talismans or something.
The Daoist priest and the Buddhist monk simultaneously used their Magic Power to look into the mirror, and sure enough, they saw the words on it.
It must be said that the owner of this shop is truly skilled in Formation.
There aren't many people who know how to use Formation anymore. After all, not many of these skills have been passed down, and they're quite complicated to learn. Apart from a few old Daoist priests from Mount Longhu who know a little bit, most people just know how to do feng shui.
The roguish young man muttered in a low voice, "Little devil 1 point, fierce ghost 5 points, Ghost General 20 points, Ghost King 100 points, Ghost Emperor 500 points, Ghost Saint 10,000 points, Ghost Immortal 100,000 points."
"Damn it, boss, even if Ghost Saint were to sell it to you, would you dare to take it?"
Ling Yi scoffed, "Even if Ghost Saint, can you catch him? Wait until you can catch him before you ask me if I dare to take him in."
"That makes sense." The roguish Daoist priest nodded.
Then, pointing to the figurines on the shelf, he joked, "These figurines, could they be Dharma Artifact?"
Ling Yi nodded and said, "Yes!"
"Seriously, boss? If you're going to fool people, at least be serious! These things can actually be used Dharma Artifact? Oh my god, this Armor Hero belt costs 100 points? That's the price of a Ghost King!"
The Daoist priest exclaimed, " Uncle, your skin is way too dark!"
"Heh, if you can't afford it, then get lost, you poor bastard!" Ling Yi Taunt.
The Daoist priest was immediately enraged by Ling Yi's retort. If it weren't for the Ghost King in the shop, he would have already rushed up and fought Ling Yi to the death.
"Amitabha Buddha, sir, since you say this is Dharma Artifact implement, may I ask what its functions are?"
" A Zhen, introduce them to them." After saying that, Ling Yi squinted and started playing a game on his phone.
Both of them looked at Lin Wanzhen. They both knew that she was a Ghost King, and they were extremely vigilant.
Don't worry, I don't eat people.
Who would believe that Ghost King doesn't eat people? He certainly eats a lot; some Ghost King can Chichi an entire city in one meal.
"This magical artifact could defeat the Ghost King and easily crush Ghost General. Do you still think it's expensive?"
"..."
This is outrageous! A belt from an Armor Hero, a child's toy, can actually fight the Demon Ghost King? Nobody would believe that, not even a ghost would.
"You can pay on credit, and come back to pay when you've caught enough ghosts!" Ling Yi suddenly said Youyou.
"Amitabha, let's consider it..." The monk was interrupted by the Daoist priest before he could finish speaking.
"I'll take this belt."
After saying that, the Daoist priest grabbed the belt in his hand.
At this moment, Ling Yi suddenly chuckled and said, "Little Daoist, you can go catch ghosts to pay off your debt now. However, this monk has to be left as collateral. You can come back to redeem him when you've accumulated enough points."
"I'm not buying it."
Ling Yi remained silent, but Lin Wanzhen said in a chilling voice, "Once a product is sold, it cannot be returned or exchanged. You can get out now."
"Forced sale? I forgot to tell you, we're all from the Ghost Suppression Bureau..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yi waved his hand, and the Daoist priest tumbled and crawled out of the shop in a sorry state.
The monk watching from the side narrowed his pupils slightly, as he sensed no fluctuations of Magic Power emanating from Ling Yi.
This is an Supreme master.
But thinking about it, it makes sense; someone capable of subduing Ghost King as a subordinate couldn't be an ordinary person.
The incredibly handsome monk didn't speak, but instead sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together, and stared intently at Ling Yi.
"Esteemed benefactor, may I ask what your purpose is?"
"This is a Dharma Artifact selling Dharma Artifact. What could my purpose be?"
"Please don't joke, benefactor. Although I am young, I can still distinguish between truth and falsehood."
"Are you sure you can tell the difference between the real and the fake?" Ling Yi became interested and directly took off the belt of another Armor Hero and threw it to the monk.
"Little monk, let's make a bet. If it's Dharma Artifact, you'll work as a waiter in my shop from now on. If not, you can do whatever you want with this Ghost King."
"Hey boss, you've gone too far! Why are you using me as a wager?"
"Don't speak, can't you see I'm fooling this little monk?"
The monk remained unmoved, and said with a kind and gentle expression, "Amitabha, monks never gamble."
"Little monk, whether you gamble or not is not up to you. If you don't gamble, I will let my Ghost King devour every living thing in this Tuchuan City, leaving not even a single rat behind."
"Benefactor, please don't make such a joke." The monk's gaze sharpened, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.
"I never joke."
Taking a deep breath, the monk continued, "Are you perhaps underestimating the Ghost Suppression Bureau? This is Tuchuan City, only a few dozen miles from the Ghost Suppression Bureau of Sanshui Province. With the strength of True Dragon General, he can arrive within ten minutes at most."
"At that time, let alone the Ghost King, even you, benefactor, will likely not be able to escape."
"Hehe, True Dragon General, guess whether I'm afraid or not?"
"Boring!" Ling Yi waved his hand, and the Armor Hero Transformation belt in the monk's hand flew back to the shelf.
The monk became increasingly uncertain about Ling Yi's character.
To dare to flaunt the Ghost King in the city, to dare to open Dharma Artifact shop right under the nose of the Ghost Suppression Bureau—even the monk himself wouldn't believe this person didn't have some trump cards up their sleeve.
At this moment, Lin Wanzhen approached the monk and asked, "Are you Yundu from Ling Yun Temple?"
"Amitabha Buddha, it is indeed this humble monk."
"So, that kid was Zhao Erfei from the Mount Mao Taoism?"
Ling Yi asked curiously, "Do you know them?"
"I don't know them, I've only heard of them. It's said they are all Supreme geniuses. Yundu was already well-versed in Buddhist scriptures at the age of six, and at twelve he had cultivated the Buddhist School Golden Body to the sixth level. He has already been designated as the successor by the abbot of Ling Yun Temple."
" Zhao Erfei is similar; barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will undoubtedly be the next sect leader."
"Well, in that case, they should definitely stay and work as waiters. These two geniuses will definitely boost our restaurant's image and create amazing publicity!"
While Ling Yi and his friends were rambling on, Zhao Erfei on the other side ran into trouble.
He never even considered catching any ghosts to exchange for points to redeem Yundu Du; instead, he directly notified the Ghost Suppression Bureau of Sanshui Province.
The highest-ranking Oni-ji of Tsuchikawa City is only Suzaku General, equivalent to an Oni King, which is still a bit weak.
With that mysterious Uncle added in, it would be useless unless we deploy True Dragon General.
While he was waiting for the True Dragon General from Sanshui Province to arrive, he Bored began to examine the Armor Hero Transformation belt in his hand.
Only then did he notice that there was a line of small print on the back of the belt.
"To use it, shout ' Armor Hero, Transformation!' and you will become the Flame Dragon Armor Hero."
Zhao Erfei curled his lip and muttered, "This is fucking too embarrassing, too childish, only an idiot would believe it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everything went black before his eyes, and the next moment, he found that the world around him had undergone Tilling Changes.
The once bustling streets have turned into a desolate and eerie forest, transforming daytime into night.
A dark red sun hung in the sky.
"Holy crap, the Ghost Domain?"
"Hehe, Zhao Erfei?" A Legion fierce ghosts and Ghost General slowly floated out from the depths of the forest.
They chanted Zhao Erfei's name in unison, but their voices were not in sync, making the chants sound extremely chaotic.
Amidst a jumble of strange, incoherent cries, Zhao Erfei was completely surrounded.
"You're finished, you Old Wang Old Ghost of West Mountain! You have no sportsmanship, you resorted to Sneak Attack, you can't take a game!"
"Hehehe, Zhao Erfei, you killed my son. Blood debts must be repaid in blood. Today, I will devour you piece by piece." A hoarse voice rang out in the air.
But only their voices were heard; they did not appear on the scene.
"I'm warning you, Peng Yuhai from the Sanshui Ghost Suppression Bureau is coming soon. I advise you to leave as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to escape later."
"Don't worry, he's in dire straits himself right now. No one can save you today!"