Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 20
"Get rich, get rich..." Zhang Yuqing's face was flushed, and he felt dizzy as he looked at the gold covered in the stone bed.

When he was in the Northern Song Dynasty, he was busy pretending to be a fairy, so he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Now that ten thousand taels of gold is really filled with the stone bed in his daily life, this visual impact instantly broke Zhang Yuqing's defenses.

Looking at the entire Hongyuanfang City, which monk in the Qi refining period is not born and died all day long for one or two spirit stones?
After a year of busy work, it would be great to be able to save two spirit stones!
Which one is necessary for practice, human relationship, and life that does not require the use of spirit stones?
Zhang Yuqing, the sweet dream who owns 100 yuan of spirit stones, didn't even dare to think about it before!

To be honest with this kind of net worth, even bigwigs at the peak of qi refining will immediately feel the desire to kill and steal money when they see it.

Wealth is moving!

Zhang Yuqing was agitated for a while, and his eyes became sharp again.

He called out the blue pattern sword, cut out a square hole on the stone wall, and then filled the hole with gold, leaving only 1000 taels for use.

Immediately afterwards, he filled up the stone wall, pressed his right hand on it, and recited the mantra. Under the effect of "Turning the Earth", the stone wall merged into one again, and it was impossible to detect what was hidden here from the outside.

"It can only be hidden for the time being, and I hope that no one will notice the strangeness."

Zhang Yuqing whispered, calmed down, turned around and went to the kitchen to open the rice tank, selected a handful of Lingmi that he had been reluctant to eat, and slaughtered a chicken-shaped monster that had been kept for more than a year, washed and plucked its hair, and carefully combined The rice was cooked together.

After the water boiled for three rounds, put in potato-shaped plant roots, add some soybean paste that he made himself, and make a version of Xiuxian's version of braised chicken and rice.

Lifting the lid of the bowl, the water vapor is transpiring, and a strange fragrance comes out.

"Such delicious food, how can there be no wine?"

Just now Zhang Yuqing sat down, muttered something to himself, opened the secret door next to the seat, and took a bottle of glutinous rice wine stored at low temperature with magic power.

"Well, low-alcohol rice wine is more suitable for drinking when it is warmed up."

He put his fingers together and turned slightly, and the wine bottle fell into a ball of clear water suspended in mid-air.

Then, a cluster of flames was generated out of thin air, slowly heating the water mass.

The wine bottle floated up and down, and soon it was heated to a suitable temperature, and the subtle aroma of the wine leaked out of the lid, and faintly overflowed.

Stretching out his hand to catch the wine bottle, Zhang Yuqing raised his head and swallowed a stream of white jade-like wine in small mouthfuls. He let go of the natural repulsion of mana, and felt a warmth slowly steaming up from his stomach, which was extremely comfortable.

"Although it's just a drink made by Fanmi, it has a special taste. Oh, even if you want to drink soda, you don't have it, so just drink it."

He smashed his mouth, he couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of golden chicken, and bit it down. He felt that the taste was extremely tender and not greasy. After eating it whole, he felt a more obvious sense of relief and warmth. The sensation slowly climbed from his back to his neck, almost intoxicating him.

After eating all the rice and beast meat, and drinking the rice wine, Zhang Yuqing lay on the coffin and spent a long-lost wonderful night.

The next day, when he just woke up, he was still a little dizzy, so he brought up mana to refresh his mind a little, and suddenly felt refreshed, and the smell of alcohol disappeared!
After getting dressed, he went out to fetch some rice in the spiritual field, but he didn't see Fellow Daoist Ge Qing today.

He didn't care, he turned around and walked down the mountain.

"It's you again?" The cultivator of the Li family guarding the mountain gate saw him, and he was amazed: "You are rich in your pocket? Go to the market every now and then? Carefully sucked dry by the witch of the Acacia sect!"

Generally speaking, tenant monks in their situation don't have any other entertainment when they go out. Most of them just go to the leisure places in Fangshi and patronize the business of the Acacia Sect branch.

Therefore, although Zhang Yuqing went out frequently, the monk didn't care much when he saw it.

I just thought that this breakthrough was disheartened, and he also joined the army of "comrades".

A shy expression appeared on Zhang Yuqing's face just right, and he said seriously: "Ahem, Master Qiubai is not what you think, I am at the invitation of a friend, and accompany him to the market to pick... pick this exercise .”

Li Qiubai looked at him with a half-smile, and said with a smile: "Forget it, boy, get out of here! I won't charge you this time, lest you run out of money and be detained by others."

Zhang Yuqing was overjoyed when he heard the words, and cupped his hands again and again: "Thank you, Uncle Li!"

"go Go."

After leaving the mountain gate, the feigned joy on Zhang Yuqing's face disappeared instantly.

He walked quickly, went deep into the mountains, forests and wilderness, picked a place inaccessible to change his clothes, then hid his body, set up a flying sword and soared into the sky, and went to the boundary of Qianbao Pavilion.

Without talking all the way, when he landed on the "Luoxiantai" of Qianbao Pavilion again, Zhang Yuqing's mood was much calmer than last time.

It was about noon now, and the flow of people was not as crowded as last time.

The fat monk was sitting bored behind the booth, flipping through a novel, when suddenly he heard a familiar low voice saying: "Fellow Daoist, please be polite."

"Hey, it's you."

The fat monk raised his head and was overjoyed when he saw that it was the family monk who wanted to use gold to buy exercises last time.

"That's right, I've made all the preparations and paid the full amount. I wonder if I can continue the transaction?" Zhang Yulist asked straight-forward.

"Naturally, it's already prepared for fellow Taoists." The fat monk said with a smile, like a Maitreya.

Zhang Yuqing took out a pocket from his bosom, and said, "350 taels, some friends."

The fat monk took the gold bag, weighed it briefly, and said with a smile, "Three books of spells, plus 330% of the market price, the total is 350 taels, you give me [-] taels, what do you mean?"

"A little thought, if there is still a place to disturb fellow Taoists in the future, it is not a respect." Zhang Yuqing said casually.

The fat monk didn't refuse, and accepted the gold with a smile, turned around and took out three jade slips from nowhere and handed them to Zhang Yuqing: "Money and goods are equal, children and old people are not deceived."

"Yes." Zhang Yuqing quickly checked one by one to confirm that there were no mistakes or omissions. They were all jade slips full of spiritual light, and the engravings inside were also very clear, which was unique to the sect.

The two bowed to each other, said goodbye again, and agreed to keep Zhang Yuqing any exercises that were suitable for the qi refining period, and gave him a priority to buy with capital.

Watching Zhang Yuqing squeeze into the crowd and disappear, the fat monk sat for a while, then casually took out a black worm from his ear, and said via voice transmission:
"The fish appeared, the characteristics are as follows..."

The black insect's wings fluttered slightly, and when he finished speaking, he flapped and flew towards the outside of the market, and slowly disappeared.

After doing all this, a look of cruelty flashed in the fat monk's eyes, and he secretly thought:

"It's just a mid-stage Qi refining monk who can easily take out a few spirit stones... The most commendable thing is that there may be a whole gold mine behind this, so don't blame my brother for being cruel."

But I'm not going to make a move, I'm just selling some news, whether you are dead or alive, you can't blame your brother.

After all, good and evil are mixed in this market, if I don't betray you, someone else will betray you...'

(End of this chapter)