"Haha, the master is really generous, actually buying all of my sisters that are slightly good-looking!" Another excited voice echoed in Zhao Di's mind.

  "Yes, Master has spent a lot of money, buying so many clothes at once. Where can we use them all?" Yu Lan felt slightly embarrassed, after all, among the dozens of clothes, nearly half were ones she had said were not bad and were grabbed by Zhao Di and bought together.

  "What's the big deal about spending money? After all, Master has an endless supply of spirit stones. Buying some clothes is nothing! Isn't that right, Master?" You Ruo said with a mischievous smile.

  "It's nothing to spend hundreds of spirit stones, but if it's a one-time expenditure of tens of thousands of spirit stones, it's best to avoid it as much as possible, lest you be remembered by greedy individuals!" Zhao Di said through his divine sense.

  "The master is being too cautious, the master is a high-ranking cultivator in the Golden Core stage! Spending tens of thousands of spirit stones at once may not be common, but it's not rare either! This market is so vast, and with the master hiding his face with a treasure, who would notice him?" You Ruo said somewhat disapprovingly.

  "The master has his own ideas, be careful with the boat for ten thousand years, it's always better to be cautious!" Youlan always speaks up for Zhao Di.

  "You're right, if I encounter a treasure that I urgently need, even if the price is slightly higher, I won't hesitate to buy it!" Zhao Di said as he chatted with the two girls.

  Zhao Di strode quickly through the streets of the city, and after a while, he arrived in front of a building that resembled a precious pagoda. The base of the tower was square, the body was round and gradually tapered, with both length and width being around 20-30 zhang, and its height exceeding 100 zhang. This multi-story precious pagoda was none other than the "Galo Tower" in Penglai City, which had a great reputation and was said to have connections with all three major powers, especially with the Suffering Zen Sect of the Orthodox Alliance.

  This stupa, whether it is the shape of the tower or the lotus flowers engraved on it, clearly shows that this is a Buddhist place.

  Interestingly, there is a stone gate on all four sides of the base of the tower, but different people can only enter from different gates.

  "Ordinary", "Immortal", "Demon", and "Ghost" four gates, each has its own entrance. However, whether it is an ordinary person or a wicked cultivator, it is almost impossible to come here, so the truly meaningful one is still that "Immortal" gate.

  "Master, this place is filled with Buddha's light and sacred sounds, which are especially restraining for our ghostly bodies. Once we enter, my sister and I can only hide in the Soul Pearl and not dare to move!" You Lan said softly in Zhao Di's mind, then both she and You Ruo fell silent.

  Zhao Di's body flashed and he slipped into the "Xian" gate of Galata.

  This pagoda looks only twenty or thirty feet from the outside, but its internal hall is over a hundred feet wide!

  Seven or eight tonsured monks wearing kasaya or samghati, cultivating from the initial stage of refining qi to the early stage of building foundation. Three seven- or eight-meter-long shelves stood in a row, filled with wooden fish, Buddhist staffs, alms bowls, rosaries, and Zen sticks, which are commonly used by Buddhist practitioners. The shelves were flashing with colorful spiritual lights, and from the fluctuations of their spiritual energy, it can be seen that most of them were medium to high-grade Buddhist instruments.

  The interior layout is quite simple, with only three rows of shelves and a counter over ten feet long. In the great hall, there is also a staircase about one foot wide that leads to the upper floor outside, and nothing else!

  It was rare for a monk dressed like Zhao Di to appear here, and he immediately attracted the attention of many monks. However, when they noticed the fluctuations in his spiritual energy, they were shocked and quickly shifted their gaze elsewhere, stopping whatever actions they were taking and standing aside with their hands hanging down.

  The only monk in the foundation period who was about to walk up and greet the newcomer suddenly had an old monk with a long eyebrow and a kind eye, looking like he was in his sixties or seventies, walking down from the stairs, coming to Zhao Di's side a few feet away, putting his hands together, bowing his head and saying: "The donor has arrived at our humble abode, my name is Ding Guang, I apologize for not welcoming you earlier, please forgive me!"

  This old man's body was actually flashing a faint, almost imperceptible five-colored spiritual light, which is the Buddhist Buddha light formed when the Buddhist practice has achieved minor success. His cultivation was even higher than Zhao Di's by one level, and he was a cultivator in the middle stage of forming elixirs!

  Zhao Di didn't dare to be presumptuous, and also made a fist in return, saying: "Master is being polite, I have come to your esteemed place with some Buddhist materials that I want to purchase, please instruct me."

  "This is easy to say, the first floor definitely doesn't have what the donor needs, please follow me to the third floor." The old monk said sideways, making a "please" gesture towards Zhao.

  The host and guest arrived at the third floor, which was filled with greenery. The walls and floors were all decorated with bamboo, and there were only seven or eight bamboo tea tables and chairs. There were no treasure chests in sight. On a bamboo table in the center of the hall, a censer was burning with faint wisps of incense smoke, making the place look like a tea room for discussing Buddhism.

  "Master, this is quite a refined and elegant fragrance! This wake-up incense can't be from the Star Ocean Production, can it?" A familiar scent of sandalwood wafted into Zhao Di's nose, and he immediately identified it, smiling as he spoke.

  The monk was taken aback, and said with a hint of surprise: "So the donor is also a fellow practitioner! Indeed, this incense is something I had someone bring from the mainland. I usually enjoy burning incense and tasting tea, chatting with some fellow practitioners about the world, haha, if the donor is also from around here, feel free to come by often, get to know me and a few friends, we can exchange ideas."

  "Absolutely!" Zhao said sincerely. This old monk's good friend, since they could drink tea and discuss together, was probably also a master of the Golden Elixir stage. These Golden Elixir masters were usually in closed-door meditation and not easily encountered! Having the opportunity to discuss experiences and exchange insights with several such Golden Elixir masters was indeed a rare thing.

  At this moment, the two of them didn't mention Zhao Di's purpose for coming here at all, but instead talked about some interesting things in Xingchenhai's Xiuxian world and some insights gained from their daily cultivation.

  Zhao Di cherished this opportunity and was not in a hurry to explain his intentions. Although he had read many classics and ancient books, many things were only half-understood, and it was often the old monk who pointed them out, allowing him to gain a deeper understanding of many things. Especially among them, more than half were closely related to the cultivation of elixirs and even higher-level practitioners.

  In the Starry Sea, a cultivator in the Congealing Dan stage can already be considered an advanced cultivator among their peers. Many things and messages are only accessible once one reaches this level, and only then can they obtain relevant information.

  The old monk seemed to be a very talkative person, and Zhao's questions from the side not only made him find an object to vent his feelings but also made him talk endlessly, occasionally interspersed with a few comments and sighs.

  Time flew by in the midst of their engaging conversation, and before they knew it, several hours had passed. Zhao not only gained a wealth of information but also found some clues to the evil spirit that had been troubling him for so long.

  According to the old monk, this so-called evil spirit is what Buddhists call "evil energy", which is a manifestation of "karmic power". Buddhism often says that heaven has the virtue of giving birth to good things. He slaughtered a large number of ferocious beasts, which was also a violation of the will of heaven, so he would be entangled by "karmic power", that is, the faint and unclear layer of evil spirit surrounding his body now.

  To counter this evil energy, one must either diligently cultivate Buddhist teachings from the beginning, turning back to the shore, or constantly wear some Buddhist treasures for protection, preventing the evil energy from invading and disturbing the mind, leading to madness. At the same time, one should also avoid increasing killing karma again, causing more evil energy to attach itself, which is called putting down the butcher's knife.

  If he doesn't get rid of these evil spirits, but instead lets them multiply unchecked, it may lead to karmic hindrance, where his cultivation is limited and he can never make progress in his lifetime. In severe cases, demonic energy invades the mind, leading to loss of spiritual intelligence, or even sudden death.

  Although the concept of karma and reincarnation is unique to Buddhism, Zhao didn't entirely believe it, but the old monk's words were not unreasonable, so he nodded silently and remembered them in his heart.

  "Not to deceive you, Master, I came this time just to buy some Buddhist materials and refine some treasures to protect myself from evil!" Zhao said seriously.

  "Hehe, it's rare to have a new fellow practitioner willing to listen to my words. I've forgotten the master's important matter." The old monk chuckled and asked in a soft voice, "Master, which materials do you want?"

  "I'm looking for Golden Amber, Fire Coral and Mogan Leaf, the older the better, but if it's too old, I won't be able to afford it. Eight hundred years is enough. If not, five hundred years will do, and if that's not possible, two or three hundred years, or even one hundred years, I'll settle for that." Zhao said with a smile, stroking his chin.

  (First update!)