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Waiting to brave the heavy snow and walk to the forest a hundred meters away.

Zhang Fengcai asked him: "Why help them? They didn't care about you."

"Who said you didn't care?" The monk looked at Zhang Feng amusedly, "Didn't you come here? And you don't know anything about it, it's called Hongchen Cultivation."

"I'm here to ask questions, no matter what the world of mortals is." Zhang Feng looked at Daxue, and suddenly asked: "I saw fellow daoists use spells to deepen the fire before, so you must be a monk, right?"

"Oh?" The monk half-raised his eyebrows, seeing that he ran into Zhang Feng, who was also a monk, he was not very happy, but rather cautious.

Because I was away from home, among the monks I didn't know, there were actually no tears in my eyes when I saw my fellow villagers.

On the contrary, they are all guarding against each other, fearing that the other party will come to a business without money, killing people and getting more goods.

But the previous temples were full of ordinary people, but he had the mentality of traveling around the world, only doing what he wanted to do, ignoring the perfunctory and indifference of a few people.

Zhang Feng didn't care about his defensiveness. Instead, he walked into the forest and turned around and asked, "Do you know the ghost city?"

"Ghost city" monk asked back, followed two steps, "Are you going to ghost city too?"

"I just heard about it." Zhang Feng poked the snow on the ground and picked up the relatively dry branches under the snow, "I just want to go and see what the ghost town looks like."

"The ghost city is not a place to go just by saying." The monk saw that Zhang Feng had heard of the ghost city instead of being there, but mistakenly thought that Zhang Feng's strength was weak, but shook his head and said with a smile: "The ghost city brings together the ghost towns of the entire Central Plains." Master monk!"

The monk said, quite a bit proud of himself as a ghost city monk, said,

"Now it's a city, it's better to say it's a place where humans and demons are mixed. If you want to gain a foothold there, or want to go around, look at the treasures there, and trade with people, it's impossible if you don't have the strength!"

"Thank you for your advice, fellow daoist." Zhang Feng cupped his fists and asked again, "Does fellow daoist know about the West City Lord?"

"The Lord of the West City?" The monk looked at Zhang Feng in surprise, "The Lord of the West City is one of the four ghosts in the ghost city, and his strength is supernatural! And the Taoist friend asked what the Lord of the West City is doing? Is it possible?"

When the monk said this, he mistakenly thought that Zhang Feng had something to do with the West City Lord, so his tone had a slight meaning of friendship, "Could it be possible that the Taoist friend and the West City Lord are old? Acquaintance?"

"It's a fate." Zhang Feng nodded, looking at the heavy snow, "I just want to go to the ghost town to catch up with him and meet him."

"This is a good thing!" The monk falsely quoted the invitation, "Can fellow Taoists go with us?"

"That's what I mean." Zhang Feng smiled and waved his hand.

After the words fell, the two stepped on the snow together and left with a smile, ignoring the gradually extinguishing fire in the temple behind them and the people waiting for warmth.

Chapter 139 Ghost Town Past Events and 'Weird Maps'

The ghost town is in the southeast area, between the mountains in the mountains and rivers.

And under long-term rumours, it is known as the "Mountain City of Immortals", which cannot be seen by ordinary people with the naked eye, and the exact location is unknown.

But after Zhang Feng traveled to the ruined temple, he was actually very close to the ghost town.

Just that night.

Zhang Feng and the monk traveled hundreds of miles in the snow-capped mountains and came to this area full of white-capped mountains.

Sweep away.

The specific appearance is similar to the ordinary mountain forest after snow.

It's just that Zhang Feng felt a wave of spiritual energy coming from an area in the mountains, which must be where the ghost town is.

But if you really look for it, without the specific location and the guidance of the monks, you may have to go around the endless mountains and rivers, and look for the mountains in the two nearby provinces by the way.

"This is the entrance to the ghost city formation."

The monk stepped on the white snow wearing a pair of old cloth shoes. As he spoke, he walked towards the mountain step by step, but there was no shoe print left in the snow behind him.

Zhang Feng Xianting followed like a stroll, also stepping on the snow without a trace, showing the excellence of lightness skills.

And the two of them traveled all the way, using magic tricks to hurry.

Seeing Zhang Feng's superb technique, the monk nodded secretly, and secretly swallowed a spiritual energy pill on the way to ensure that the spiritual energy was sufficient, so that when the spiritual energy could not keep up, he would step out of a snow pit and let the Daoist joke.

And now.

The two came to the mountains and walked another hundred miles. After bypassing dozens of mountains and passing through two snow-white mountain forests, Zhang Feng saw a snow-white plain formed in the mountains in front of him.

"The ghost city is here." The monk pretended to point to the front, and secretly took a pill when he turned around, and his breath was full again.

Looking at the plain, Zhang Feng really felt that the aura here was sufficient, and it was more than twice as thick as the aura of the cave of the Xuandao Sect.

At the same time, after the cultivator secretly finished eating the elixir, he circulated his spiritual energy again and took a step forward.

Suddenly Zhang Feng saw that half of his body disappeared out of thin air, half of his body was outside.

"Running the spiritual energy, you can pass the formation." The monk said here, as if demonstrating, he took another step forward, and the whole person disappeared.

But in the next moment, he came out again.

"Friend Daoist, this is the way to pass the formation." He said, and walked forward again, but he didn't come out, as if he was waiting for Zhang Feng to come in and join him.

Seeing this strange scene, Zhang Feng was also curious and cautiously stretched out his palm, and found that his palm seemed to have passed through a 'light curtain' of flowing water.

Wait until you realize there is no danger.

After Zhang Feng stepped in later, he saw the gray sky again, the collapsed houses in the surrounding wilderness, a post-war scene of ruins, completely different from the previous snowy plain.

For a while, Zhang Feng felt like someone had set up a 'enchantment' here, stepping into it, it was a hidden hole.

Or maybe the real heavy snow outside is a blindfold?

In fact, there is no enchantment here, but it is 'covered' by the outside blindfold?

"This is the small world of the ghost town left by our ancestors." When the monk saw Zhang Feng coming in, he was also introducing the ghost town.

"According to some ancient records, the ancestors united several big monks thousands of years ago to transform the heaven and the earth, and borrowed the natural formation. They wanted to create a place of practice, but they didn't want to open up a new small world."

The monk said, his admiration for the ancestors could not be concealed in his words.

But it was also introduced in this way, answering Zhang Feng's questions by the way, and telling the thousand-year history of the ghost town.

Looking at the endless ghost town, Zhang Feng felt that it was really a place of practice.

But for me, the current 'foreign aura' is not so important anymore.

Because my daily practice is in a saturated state.

After all, he rewarded a lot of spirit stones last time, as well as ghost capital fragments. These have allowed him to practice within two months without any worries, and he has maintained a state of extreme acceleration.

In general, I don't lack 'food' now, only 'organs with larger capacity and faster digestion'.

Such as qualifications and boundaries.

"This is the holy land of cultivation for all the monks in the Central Plains!" The monk was still talking while walking, and his words were full of admiration for the ghost city.

Just as the words fell, he asked curiously, "The Lord of the West City asked the fellow Taoist to come, probably because he wanted the fellow Taoist to come in and practice? It's just that the Lord of the West City didn't tell the Fellow Daoist anything, so he asked the Fellow Daoist to find it by himself."

This test is really difficult

Only these seniors and masters will give out these strange tests."

"En." Zhang Feng agreed without saying anything, but followed the monk to continue walking.

After passing through the ruins everywhere.

Some buildings and monks in twos and threes began to appear in front of them.

They were talking, mostly walking due south.

Followed them not far.

Zhang Feng saw an ancient walled city appearing in the distance.

Also here, the building is no longer as dilapidated as before, but a little more prosperous and tidy.

And there are many monks setting up stalls outside the city. The stalls are set up from the gate of the city and extend more than [-] meters outside the city.

Along the way, they either sat on the ground, or leaned against the walls of houses outside the city, selling things they didn't need.

Now in front of them and in front of the booth, some monks also stopped to discuss the price with them.

Zhang Feng glanced at it, and before the leading monks could say anything, he walked to the booth of one of the Qi training monks.

Most of his stalls are books and some old animal skins.

"How do you sell this?" Zhang Feng pointed to one of the animal skins, which was pressed under a book.

"I got this treasure map a hundred years ago." The stall owner, who met about [-] years ago, was overjoyed when he saw the business. He opened his mouth and said, "This treasure map records the location of a treasure. I'm focused on practicing in the ghost town, but I don't want to bother too much."

The stall owner sighed and shook his head as he spoke, "Especially when I said something that made the two friends laugh. If I hadn't had some enemies outside, I wouldn't have sold it."

"How much?" Zhang Feng took his treasure map, "Ocean or Lingshi?"

"Spiritual stone!" The stall owner saw that the fellow daoist was so agile, but he said succinctly: "If fellow daoist intends to find Treasure Two, no! A low-grade spirit stone! This treasure map belongs to you!"

"En." Zhang Feng nodded, took out a spirit stone from his pocket, and bought the treasure map.

The monk '[-]% is fake' wanted to ask Zhang Feng why he bought this piece of paper, did he really believe the stall owner's nonsense?

But Zhang Feng didn't say anything, and he didn't say much, so as not to say badly, both sides would be offended.

But after Zhang Feng bought the map, he looked up and saw the map showing a blue light.

'Items: Item Map'

Type: unknown

'Quality: Level [-], Yellow'

See tips.

Zhang Feng stroked the map with his palm, but found nothing special.

Well, it is clearly a 'ordinary animal skin map', but under the rules, it has a 'quality' comparable to magic weapons.

Zhang Feng thought for a while, and only thought of one possibility.

This map is some sort of 'treasure map'.

It seems that the stall owner is right, this is indeed a treasure.

It's just that he might have misread it, or he couldn't trigger the secret, so he chose to sell it.

But no matter what, since I got it, I will try to wait until the matter of the West City Lord is finished, and see if I can find the place recorded in the treasure map.

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“There are still some storefronts in front”

The monk didn't say much when he saw Zhang Feng, and he didn't ask anything. Instead, he pointed to the corner ahead, "There are also many rare objects there."

"Ah."

Zhang Feng didn't say much, leaving here first is the kingly way.

Wait until a little further away.

Then turn into the aisle of a nearby house.

Zhang Feng scanned back with his spiritual sense and saw that the stall owner didn't yell to follow, so he calmed down a little, knowing that the person probably guessed the same as himself, and probably didn't know the strangeness of this map.

Then the right of ownership belongs to oneself completely, and there are no messy follow-up events.

But now that they have left the booth, there is one less person who may have conflicts.

While looking for a clean place to sit down, the monk couldn't help being curious, and said to Zhang Feng who was holding the map in his hand: "Fellow Daoist, why did you buy this map? There are maps like this everywhere in the ghost town. But it's basically a lie

No way, he just asked someone to draw a picture, and then added more oil and vinegar, hoping that a "destined person" would buy it."

When he said this, he felt that the word "destined person" was a bit wrong, and he bowed his hands apologetically,

"But there is an unwritten rule in the ghost town, that is, no matter who is buying or selling, the people next to him can't persuade him, and they can't disturb the business of the stall owner. Because I have seen many people fight over this matter.

And I saw that there were not many low-grade spirit stones, so I didn't make unnecessary troubles for this matter."

The monk talked about it, but to put it bluntly, he didn't want to offend another monk for the sake of a friend he just met.

After all, he still doesn't know whether Zhang Feng knows the 'Lord of the West City', so he doesn't want to risk it.

"Buy and have a try." Zhang Feng put away the map, and did not talk to the monk about the map, but asked another question: "Who is the monk with the highest realm in the city?"

As Zhang Feng said, he also wanted to know who the top experts in the ghost town were.

In this way, when he will do things and kill people, he will have a solid foundation in his heart.

"A year ago, there was a great monk with a perfect golden core, he was the owner of the ghost city." After hearing Zhang Feng's question, the monk did not hide the past that all the monks in the ghost city knew.