I didn't reply to him, just nodded lightly.
The middle-aged man's face immediately showed a hint of joy, and he said excitedly: "Okay, anyway, you are all disciples of a large sect, and you don't lack such a small pill of redemption.
This good man will let you do it."
As he spoke, as if he was afraid that I would regret it, he couldn't wait to grab the Xiao Huan Dan from my hand, and then stuffed the ancient book into my palm.
"Very good, put away the ancient book and leave quickly.
Someone is coming this way, and I have sensed the entire trading market.
Only this ancient book is worth your while," Bai Mei said.
I nodded, feeling secretly happy that having Bai Mei here would save me trouble.
"Let's go," I said to Pu Zhi and Li Qi.
After saying that, I stepped directly behind me.
Puzhi clasped his palms together.
Although he was a little confused, he didn't speak.
He turned around silently and followed me.
Yu Qi kept wanting to talk, but I didn't give her a chance.
She walked faster and faster, and soon left the trading market area.
After our backs completely disappeared, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help it.
He raised the small pill in his hand and said proudly to the old man next door: "See, I said it can be sold.
You still don't believe it."
The young master of this big sect is generous with his money, and he doesn't care about such a small thing at all.
He just wants to show that he is kind in front of that beautiful woman."
"Hey, yes."
The old man next door sighed, his old eyes stared at Xiao Huandan and turned back and forth, and said in an envious tone, "Who would have thought that a broken book you picked up at the foot of the mountain can be exchanged for one?
Xiao Huan Dan, why don’t I have such luck?
No, it’s also a scam.
Why did he only buy your broken book and not my iron sword?”
"Haha, if you are still not convinced, it is not a lie but it is also a skill.
Just call me and I will teach you."
The middle-aged man took a whiff of Xiao Huan Dan and said with great pride.
"Master, please teach me."
The old man was quite thick-skinned.
His face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat.
He opened his mouth and called "Master."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was extremely satisfied.
He pointed at the disciples coming and going in the trading market and analyzed seriously: "You lie to people.
You must first learn to find people.
Look at the lean one at twelve o'clock."
A man with a straight face is not easy to mess with at first glance.
You must not lie to such a person.
No matter whether you lie or not, there will be no good consequences. " "Look at the woman in your three o'clock direction.
Her eyes move from time to time, which proves that this person has a flexible mind.
You don't even have to open your mouth to deceive her, because 90% of the time you will not be able to deceive her.
Look in your one o'clock direction again.
That damn fat guy, short and fat, the key is that he has a simple and honest look on his face, it’s best to lie to this kind of person.”
"In addition, deceiving people also requires skills.
You can't just talk nonsense, and you can't open your mouth and say that your things are great and good.
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Most people won't believe it.
We have to fully master a preconceived technique.
Just like I just deceived the little monk , do you remember that before I promoted my book, I praised him first.
No matter who it is, everyone likes to hear good things.
If you talk a lot, he will have a good impression of you.
The success rate of selling your book next is Isn’t it much bigger?”
"Yeah, that makes sense.
Listening to you is really better than ten years of reading.
No wonder it's also a scam.
That man is only willing to buy your things.
I didn't expect there is so much knowledge here.
I admire you."
The old man nodded frequently.
A look of admiration on his face.
"Humph, that's right.
Young master, I joined the mountain gate.
Before I started practicing, I studied psychology.
How can this compare?
Be more humble and study more with me.
You will benefit from it."
The young man shook his calves and became more and more proud.
"Yes, yes, there are a lot of people here.
I remember there is a restaurant in front of me.
Why don't I treat you to a drink and let's discuss it in detail?"
The old man bent over, as if he had discovered a treasure, with an extremely respectful expression.
"Well, children can be taught, children can be taught, so you can lead the way," the middle-aged man said with satisfaction, stroking his chin.
He had just turned around and was about to leave when a generous palm suddenly stretched out from his shoulder and pulled him.
At the same time, a loud voice came from behind: "Wait a minute, this donor, your ancient book Tathagata Divine Palm" But it’s still there” "Who dares to block my way?"
There was a trace of anger on the middle-aged man's face, but he turned around and saw the person in front of him.
He suddenly stopped and asked in a low voice, a little frightened: "Master Kobo, why are you here?"
I saw a young monk standing half a meter in front of the middle-aged man.
This monk was wearing a brown-yellow cassock.
He had a round face, big ears, a straight nose and a square mouth.
He was eight feet long, and his waist was ten circumferences wide.
The young man is more than a head taller, and there are twelve fist-thick Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.
He looks like a Buddhist King Kong who subdues demons and suppresses evil spirits.
He is very powerful.
"Sir, who is this person?"
the old man asked quietly, following behind the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shrank together in fright, and whispered in a low voice: "You don't even know Master Hongfa, the chief disciple of Qinglong Temple, and you still come out to mess with him.
But like Fenxiang Valley Puzhi, he is one of the nine major sects, and the youngest of the younger generation."
One of the top disciples.”
Hearing this, the old man trembled, looked at the monk with some fear, and then hid behind the middle-aged man, not daring to speak.
The young monk, known as the Master of Buddhism, seemed not to have heard anything.
He stared at the middle-aged man and asked powerfully: "Let me ask you, do you still have the Tathagata Palm of yours?"
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The middle-aged man looked frightened and said with a trembling body: "I, I, Hongfa Master, are you coming to seek revenge from me?
I'm sorry, it's my fault.
I shouldn't have lied to you, but you didn't do it an hour ago."
Have you seen through my trick?
You have nothing to lose.
Can you please forgive me?"
"Amitabha."
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Hongfa suddenly recited the Buddha's name, stared at his huge eyes and said: "If you keep talking nonsense, if you don't hand over that book, the poor monk will tear you into pieces."
The middle-aged man turned pale with fright and hurriedly said: "Hong, Master Hongfa, that book is no longer with me."
"It's not with you anymore."
Hongfa picked up the middle-aged man and asked angrily with a strong aura coming from his body.
"Yes, yes, just a minute ago, a fool bought it for a small return pill," the middle-aged man responded hurriedly.
"Hmph, I didn't expect there to be someone more knowledgeable than me.
Tell me quickly, where did that person go?"
Hongfa snorted coldly.
"He just walked over there, and there was a young monk and a beautiful woman in black next to him."
The middle-aged man gasped and pointed in the direction I left.
“Okay, very good” With a loud shout, Hongfa threw the middle-aged man to the ground, stepped on him with one step, and chased me straight in the direction I left.
Hongfa, who was covered in flesh, estimated to weigh more than 200 kilograms, was stepped on.
Although the middle-aged man was in pain and his face was distorted in pain, he endured it and did not dare to scream
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