"Amitabha Sutra?"
Gray Wolf sized up Hong Yi who was walking over with a puzzled expression.
Why does the Amitabha Sutra sound like a monk's sutra?
He, Gray Wolf, was a wolf with a family. How could he learn a monk's scripture?
"If my wife finds out that I want to trade Buddhist scriptures …"
As soon as Gray Wolf thought of this possibility, his scalp went numb. It was as if he could see countless frying pans flying toward him.
"This is the highest secret of the Great Zen Temple. It is the supreme cultivation method of the soul. It can even be cultivated to the level of the Yang Spirit. The Yang Spirit can fly in the sky and escape the earth, and live forever."
Hong Yi took out a dark golden scripture and explained.
He also knew that the cultivation system of each world was different, so he deliberately introduced the power of the Sun God.
The dark golden scripture was as smooth as silk and as thin as butterfly wings. It was folded neatly, and the exposed side was densely packed with small golden characters.
"What?"
Lin Dong and the other three were shocked when they heard this. What was going on today? They had seen so many precious cultivation methods that could allow them to become immortals and gods.
They did not know what realm the Yang Spirit was at.
However, they could clearly feel the transcendence of the Yang Spirit Realm from the two terms "flying in the sky" and "immortality".
At the very least, none of the four of them had reached this level.
"Could it be another immortal scripture?"
Lin Dong and the other three looked at each other and saw the trace of a bitter smile on each other's faces.
According to the rules of Wanjie Lou, when it comes to the trading of special goods in Wanjie Lou, such as the quota for the training hall or the quota for the cave abode, the seller of the special goods would only have to pay 10% of the transaction price as a transaction tax, while the other party would not have to pay any transaction tax.
No matter how cheap an immortal scripture was, it would still cost 50,000 spirit points to purchase in Wanjie Lou.
Gray Wolf only needed to hand the lottery ticket to Hong Yi and pay 10% of the Amitabha Sutra's transaction tax to obtain the Past Amitabha Sutra.
10% of 50,000 Spiritual Points was only 5,000 Spiritual Points, which meant that Gray Wolf had spent 5,000 Spiritual Points and a lottery ticket to buy the Amitabha Sutra.
Hong Yi had taken out a copy of the Amitabha Sutra of the Past and obtained a lottery ticket. He did not suffer any losses and both parties were happy.
No matter how he looked at it, it was worth more than 200,000 yuan.
If not for the uniqueness of the Flame Mantra, Honorable Medicine had intended to use the Flame Mantra in exchange for a spot in the Ancient Emperor's Cave.
"How much is the Amitabha Sutra worth?"
However, Gray Wolf's expression was calm, and his tone was neither fast nor slow.
"Wanjie Lou gave me a price of 30,000 Soul Points."
Hong Yi was slightly startled. Clearly, he was shocked by Gray Wolf's calmness and shrewdness.
In the past, the Amitabha Sutra was a cultivation method that could be used to cultivate the Yang Spirit. At that time, he was so shocked that he stood on the spot.
This wolf was so calm. Could it be that this ordinary-looking wolf was more powerful than the Demonic Immortals and Yang Spirits of the Yang God World?
The Demonic Immortals in Wanjie Lou were also powerhouses of the Sixth Order Realm!
Perhaps this wolf was a peerless and ambitious person who would remain unfazed even if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.
"What? You actually traded it? "
When Gray Wolf heard that Hong Yi had sold the Amitabha Sutra to Wanjie Lou, how could he not know that Hong Yi had sold the Amitabha Sutra to Wanjie Lou? He could not help but exclaim, "Then what's the use of the Amitabha Sutra?"
"What's the use of the Amitabha Sutra?"
Not only were Hong Yi, Lin Dong and the rest shocked by Gray Wolf's disdainful words, even Zhou Yang, who was hiding in Wanjie Lou, revealed a bitter smile. How could a scripture that could allow one to cultivate to the Immortal Realm be useless?
"I was too rash."
Hong Yi bowed slightly and apologized.
If Gray Wolf thought that the Amitabha Sutra was useless, then Gray Wolf's realm had probably far surpassed the Yang Spirit. In that case, the Amitabha Sutra was naturally like a piece of scrap paper to him.
"Let's go."
Little Marten also shook his head. Gray Wolf was not satisfied with the Amitabha Sutra that was sold for 30,000 Soul Points.
If one wanted to buy the Amitabha Sutra from Wanjie Lou, one would not be able to do so without 50,000 Soul Points.
Now, one only needed a lottery ticket and 5,000 Soul Points to buy it. As long as Hong Yi shouted, there would probably be a large group of people waving their lottery tickets and flocking over.
"Why are you guys leaving? I'm willing to pay 200,000 Soul Points."
Gray Wolf looked at Lin Dong and the rest, who were also planning to leave, and said anxiously.
Exchanging a useless lottery ticket for 200,000 value points was a great deal.
If the transaction was unsuccessful and Red Wolf found out, he would probably be hit by the frying pan for three days and three nights.
"Are you sure?"
Lin Dong turned around in a daze and asked doubtfully.
You don't want the immortal scripture at 10% of the price, but you insist on my 200,000 Soul Points. Is there something wrong with your head?
"I wonder if Senior can tell me why you chose 200,000 Soul Points?"
Hong Yi also turned around in astonishment. What was wrong with this world? The Amitabha Sutra, a supreme secret technique that cultivated the Soul, was actually not worth 200,000 Soul Points.
"I don't cultivate, why would I want the scripture?"
Gray Wolf shook his head and said.
Zhou Yang, "..."
"Alright, let's trade."
Lin Dong was shocked by Gray Wolf's matter-of-fact words and quickly agreed. This was really a twist of the road, making him worry for nothing.
Hong Yi looked at Lin Dong, who had successfully made the transaction, and revealed a bitter smile on his face before turning around and leaving.
His Amitabha Sutra had already been traded at Wanjie Lou, and he had already memorized all of its contents. To him, it naturally did not have much use.
This was because other than the Amitabha Sutra, he did not have anything else that could be exchanged for a lottery ticket. As for the Soul Points and Value Points in his membership card, it was naturally reserved to buy Wanjie Lou's goods.
"Little brother, wait a moment."
Lin Dong bought a lottery ticket, and the four of them gently heaved a sigh of relief. Venerable Medicine looked at Hong Yi who was leaving, and could not help but call out.
"I wonder if this Senior has any business?"
Hong Yi heard the shout behind him, and turned around. A trace of vigilance flashed across his eyes. Could it be that these people in front of him were greedy for his Amitabha Sutra?
"I am Venerable Medicine, an alchemist. This is my disciple Xiao Yan, this is Lin Dong, and the last one is Little Marten, you can call him brat."
Venerable Medicine introduced the four of them, and did not forget to eliminate Little Marten.
"I am Hong Yi."
Hong Yi lightly nodded his head. He had just entered Wanjie Lou, and after exchanging the secret manuals on him, he hurried to the lottery area. In the end, he did not win, and could only think of a way to buy a lottery ticket.
This time around, he was extremely looking forward to the lecture of a rank 6 expert. After all, his training relied on himself to fumble around.
"You are Hong Yi, right? There is no need to be so careful. In Wanjie Lou, there is no forceful buying or selling. Furthermore, you are not from the same world as us, so there is no need to be so worried."
Venerable Medicine's face carried a trace of a warm smile as he said.
From the eyes of this young man called Hong Yi, he discovered the same gaze as Xiao Yan. His heart seemed to be locked, and he carried deep vigilance towards everyone.
If Hong Yi continued to carry a vigilant gaze, they would not be able to cooperate properly.
"How about this, I will first introduce a place, there should be a place where you can easily buy a lottery ticket."
Venerable Medicine suggested. He was very clear how easy it was to exchange for a lottery ticket with the Amitabha Sutra.
This young man called Hong Yi, on the surface, had regained his youthful appearance, like a young scholar. But with his powerful soul, Venerable Medicine could still sense the deep vigilance in Hong Yi's heart.
Hong Yi did not refuse, and followed behind Venerable Medicine and the rest.
"You can buy it here."
Venerable Medicine pointed to the place where the Three Realms Immemorial Group was located. Good goods also needed a good buyer. Encountering a wolf like Gray Wolf, who did not know what was good, could be considered as Hong Yi's bad luck.
If it was another seller, they would probably choose the Amitabha Sutra without hesitation.
Hong Yi walked over, as expected, the seller of the Three Realms Immemorial Group did not even ask for the opinions of others before agreeing to trade with Hong Yi.
"You should know that the second time you trade the Amitabha Sutra, you need to pay a transaction tax of 50% of the price of Wanjie Lou's special goods."
"If you have not applied for the quota of small traders, do not trade non-special goods in Wanjie Lou, or else you can only buy your own life."
Venerable Medicine tactfully reminded.
From Hong Yi's expression when he used the Amitabha Sutra to trade for the lottery ticket, he knew that Hong Yi had most likely just entered Wanjie Lou.
"Thank you senior for your guidance."
Hong Yi carefully kept the lottery ticket. No matter what goal Venerable Medicine and the rest had, at least they had indeed helped him now. He could not help but thank Venerable Medicine and the rest.
Wanjie Lou had transmitted a lot of information into his mind. If it was not for Venerable Medicine's reminder, he would have wanted to use the Amitabha Sutra to trade for other quotas.
Now it seemed that Wanjie Lou would not allow such a huge bug to appear.
As for the goods that Wanjie Lou could not trade, he did know that.
"Little brother, is your family not well off?"
Venerable Medicine waved his hand and asked.
Hong Yi was dressed ordinarily, but he possessed the Immortal Dao Scripture. Venerable Medicine could not help but think of something.
"My father is the Marquis."
Hong Yi casually said, but his eyes were mixed with an indescribable color.
For the Marquis's son to be like this, he was probably the only one.
Hearing Hong Yi's reply, Venerable Medicine's eyes brightened. The Marquis's son was doing so badly, and was also a miserable kid. His life was somewhat similar to Xiao Yan and Lin Dong's.
Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Little Marten also knew what Venerable Medicine wanted to do. He wanted to pull Hong Yi into their group.
"Brother Hong, did you pick up any strange things again?"
Xiao Yan asked with a face of curiosity.
"Like some ring, jade pendant, stone …"
Lin Dong could not help but ask.
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