Chapter 2244 (1/2)

After staying in the world for such a long time, ye Qian also saw some magic tools handed down from ancient times. It's just that these magic weapons have one thing in common in the human world, that is, they are not only powerful, but also often appear in places where people can't reach. For example, in the extreme south of the human world, or in the cliff of Huashan Mountain.

However, ye Qian was the first to see the bustling East China Sea as it is today, and still on the ground stall of Chong'an temple.

Along with the familiar breath, ye Qian and his three people all the way forward, and finally their steps stopped in front of an old man's stall.

The owner of this stall looks like he is 70-80 years old. Compared with Liu Er before him, the old man is very simple. His old cheeks, rough palms and ragged clothes are not like a dealer in antiques.

And the old man's stall is not placed in front of any rare things, it is a wood carving ornaments, it seems that are pure hand polished, very fine.

Nangong Miaomiao and ye Qingxuan now follow Ye Qian's eyes and look at the stall.

Soon, the two of them found a mahogany carved golden arhat in front of the stall, and the arhat held a rusty, seemingly small copper tripod in his hand.

Looking at the small copper Ding for a long time, Nangong Miaomiao showed an incredible expression.

Ye Qingxuan is also one of the shock, they do not understand how this thing can appear in the world?

”Ups and downs, this is, this is...”

When Nangong Miaomiao just wanted to talk about the origin of that thing, he was interrupted by Ye Qian.

Ye Qian smiles and Yanyan pats Nangong Miaomiao's hand and walks towards the stall.

”Old man, how do you sell these wooden ornaments?”

When he heard someone asking about the business, the old man looked up in a hurry. His eyes are a little dazed, rough fingers in the middle of a knife, pondered for half a sound, then said: ”big two thousand, small 500, are the same price.”

”Is it handmade?” Ye Qian asked again.

The old man replied, ”it's natural. I polished it up a little bit by the old man.”

Ye Qian nodded and deliberately looked at the old man's expression changes. Seeing that he was no different, ye Qian chose left and right and finally picked up the golden arhat.

”That's it. I'll take it.”

The old man did not look up, just said: ”that's small, 500 yuan.”

Ye Qian narrowed his eyes and took out a stack of 100 yuan bills: ”old man, this is for you. Don't change it.”

The old man was stunned and didn't refuse. He just stretched out his hand and carefully collected the bank notes that ye Qian took out.

This transaction seems to be going on very smoothly, and when ye Qian and the golden arhat are ready to turn around and leave, a group of people behind him suddenly come up and block their way.

The leader of this group is an old man who looks 60 or 70 years old. The old man is gray on his temples and wears a Tang suit. He is very magnanimous, but his face is a little pale. And the old man's side is followed by a group of big men in suits. There are several low-end warriors in this group. The most prominent of these people is the old man with a bright yellow cassock.

The monk was in his forties, with nine scars on his head and a string of rosary beads in his hand, which made him look like a virtuous man.

However, his appearance is to deceive ordinary people, and in the eyes of Ye Qian and Nangong Miaomiao, he is just a little rookie just entering the natural world.