The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 192 Conspiracy
"Are you two sure, do you really want to put thirty spirit stones on Zhang Jingyuan?"

Shaking his head, Zhao Shiwen felt that he probably heard wrongly, so Zhao Shiwen asked again.

After all, he stood here for more than an hour and collected two to three hundred yuan of spirit stones. No one really bet the spirit stones on Zhang Jingyuan.

Even though many people could see what he was thinking, they just couldn't overcome their own desires, couldn't bear the three times the odds, and couldn't overcome the stronger stereotype of Zhong Zhijun in their own minds.

It can be said that this is a conspiracy.

He just made it clear that he supports Zhang Jingyuan and believes that Zhang Jingyuan can win. If anyone has the courage, he will follow.

But unfortunately, no one has the courage.

At this moment, Zhao Shiwen really felt like he was extremely smart and lonely.

"Yes, we are betting on Mr. Zhang to win. We all came out of Yunhua Star with him."

As if realizing what Zhao Shiwen was thinking, the woman explained with a smile.

Well, that's right, these men and women are Ruan Baizhi and An Pengju. Otherwise, how could anyone bet on Zhang Jingyuan to win? It's not crazy to lose money even if you don't earn three times the spiritual stone that is guaranteed to win. Yes, what is it again?
But as Zhang Jingyuan's closest friends, they have a deep understanding of Zhang Jingyuan's strength.

It can be said that in the past seven years, as long as Zhang Jingyuan was not seriously injured and his strength declined, as long as he showed the strength that Zhang Jingyuan had seven years ago, he would not lose to Zhong Zhijun.

Therefore, the gambling game set up by Zhao Shiwen was simply an opportunity for them to make money for free.

It's just hateful that they were too poor, and the brothers they knew were also too poor, so they took out all their belongings and borrowed them from everyone to get these thirty spirit stones.

Otherwise, if they gather two or three hundred spirit stones, they won't have to worry about the spirit stones before they build the foundation.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhao Shiwen took a closer look at Ruan Baizhi and An Pengzhi, and his face was suddenly filled with smiles.

"You are Junior Sister Ruan and Junior Brother An, right? I often hear Senior Brother mention you, so I just want to say, how could anyone come to bet on Senior Brother to win?"

Hearing this, Ruan Baizhi's mood suddenly became bright and springy, like the sun shining brightly. In an instant, the whole world became brighter and filled with other gorgeous colors.

After all, Zhao Shiwen's words meant that Zhang Jingyuan had not forgotten them yet.

"We are all members of our family. From today on, if you have something to do, just write to me and say something unpleasant. There are really not many things that I can't resolve in this huge galaxy of clouds."

Zhao Shiwen patted his chest and said loudly.

As a Nascent Soul monk and the son of Sicang of the Galaxy Yamen who joined the army, it can basically be said that he can do 95% of the things in the Yunhai Galaxy. If Yuan Zifan and others are added to this, it can basically be called Ninety-nine percent.

The disciples of Longxiang Taoist Academy are all heaven's pride and geniuses. They all strive for the Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, and even higher realms. Naturally, we can despise them for occupying the latrine and grabbing too much. The second generation of resources, the chiefs of Mengyin.

But to the outside world, in other Taoist temples, they would also be stomping and powerful figures.

To be honest, Zhao Shiwen himself has regretted it all these years. Why did he come to Longxiang Taoist Temple to become a master in other second- and third-level Taoist temples?
Just when Ruan Baizhi was in a good mood and chatting with Zhao Shiwen and others, suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhong Zhijun and others walking towards them with livid faces.

And the strange thing is that Zhong Zhijun and the others only looked at Zhao Shiwen with unkind eyes, but their eyes at her and An Pengju were full of hostility. They probably didn't provoke Zhong Zhijun and the others.

As for Zhong Zhijun knowing about their relationship with Zhang Jingyuan, that is even more nonsense.

Even in the Taoist temple where they were located, no one knew that they had such a special relationship with Zhang Jingyuan. How could Zhong Zhijun know?

Ruan Baizhi and the others didn't know what Zhong Zhijun was swearing to say. They must have come to bet Zhong Zhijun on winning.

In the end, the two of them bet on Zhang Jingyuan to win, and came to slap them in the face. They were so beaten that they were silent for a long time, and their cheeks were all red from holding back. If Zhong Zhijun hadn't spoken in time, no one would know. I have to hold back a few more.

How could they not hate Ruan Baizhi and the others? Their hatred now exceeded Zhao Shiwen.

"I have two hundred spirit stones. I wonder if you dare to take them or not?"

Zhong Zhijun looked at Zhao Shiwen and said with a smile, his eyes full of mischief, just like a cat looking at a mouse.

For a Qi-refining monk, let alone two hundred spiritual stones, even twenty spiritual stones are a huge sum of money. Ninety-nine percent of Qi-refining monks do not have as many as twenty spiritual stones.

Even for him, these two hundred spirit stones were barely scraped together by him after searching all his fellow disciples.

There was no way. Although he was powerful, he was not the chief senior brother of Shanhai Daoyuan after all. Naturally, he could not have so many resources, let alone line his own pockets, intercept some spiritual stones, and harm the public and enrich himself.

Besides, no matter how talented he is, practicing requires spiritual stones, taking elixirs requires spiritual stones, and refining magic weapons requires spiritual stones. It is already considered good that he can save more than a hundred spiritual stones. However, after this battle, his two hundred spirit stones will turn into six hundred spirit stones. With so many spirit stones, even if he reaches the foundation building stage, they can help him lay a good foundation.

I really need to thank Zhao Shiwen more.

For a moment, Zhong Zhijun looked at Zhao Shiwen's expression and suddenly became much gentler.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Zhao Shiwen was afraid that he would regret it. He took the two hundred spirit stones away from him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food or an eagle attacking a white rabbit.

He was off guard for a moment and didn't stop him.

Seeing Zhao Shiwen's overjoyed expression, Zhong Zhijun's face suddenly turned blue, white, and frighteningly red, as if it were a cooked crab.

No matter how stupid he is, he still knows what Zhao Shiwen's action means.

After staring straight at Zhao Shiwen for dozens of seconds, Zhong Zhijun said sternly, "I hope you can still be so happy in three days, and I hope you won't default on your debt then."

"No problem, if I refuse to pay you, you can go to Yunhai City, Sicang joins the army and goes to Zhao's house to ask my father for money. When the time comes, my father will not only give you a lot of this spiritual stone, but also I will also give you a discount on my legs, and then you will be blessed with a double blessing. By the way, would you like me to write you a detailed address, so that you don’t have to worry about not finding a place when you arrive in Yunhai City."

Zhao Shiwen didn't care and said with a smile.

If he could deceive Zhong Zhijun with these two hundred spirit stones, his game was not in vain, and he had already made a lot of money.

Seeing Zhao Shiwen's arrogant look, Zhong Zhijun was really angry that one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas were born. He glared at Zhao Shiwen fiercely before walking away.

He wanted to defeat Zhang Jingyuan cleanly and neatly in three days, and then appreciate Zhao Shiwen's crying expression.

On the day of the explanation, Ruan Baizhi and An Pengju came over early, and he arranged a good place for them. Zhao Shiwen continued to wander around the Jade Valley, shouting about his bet.

One afternoon passed, and it was pretty much what he expected. Except for the two special beings Ruan Baizhi and An Pengju, almost all the spiritual stones were bet on Zhong Zhijun.

Only a few of Zhang Jingyuan's fellow villagers, young Taoist disciples who grew up listening to the legend of Zhang Jingyuan, were willing to give one or two spiritual stones to support Zhang Jingyuan in a friendly way.

However, what is more interesting is the disciples of Longxiang Taoist Academy.

They had all avoided the brothers from Longxiang Taoist Academy, but when they heard that he had set up a gambling game, they came over to bet Zhong Zhijun on winning.

To be honest, if he hadn't listened to Zhang Jingyuan, he wouldn't have ended up with everyone shouting for beatings in the future. He really wanted to change the conditions of Longxiang Taoist Academy's maximum betting of five spirit stones.

When he thought of those disciples of his Taoist academy, groaning and dissatisfied with the restrictions of his Five Spiritual Stones, he felt itchy with hatred.

Moreover, don't think that he doesn't know that some of the disciples of our academy have gone to disciples of other Taoist academies to ask them to help place bets.

Anyway, even if he knew, he just pretended that he didn't know and didn't see it.

These people ignored Senior Brother Zhang's good intentions and insisted on jumping into this pit. Even if Senior Brother Zhang found out later, they would not blame him. After all, it was these people who broke the rules first.

Moreover, many fellow disciples from the Taoist Academy became very enthusiastic towards them after placing bets. It seems that they have treated them as money-spreading boys. After all, no one will have a grudge against the spirit stone, let alone give it to them. The God of Wealth who gave away spiritual stones for free has a grudge.

Looking at the nearly a thousand spiritual stones in their hands, Zhao Shiwen and others looked at each other, and they could all see the other's ferocious smile.

If this continues to be promoted, although it will not be as profitable as it is today, if two days are equal to one day and a thousand spiritual stones are given, it should not be a big problem.

Two days later, the largest arena in Longxiang Taoist Temple was filled with gongs and drums, firecrackers blasting, and colorful flags flying.

Even in order to make the scene bigger and more lively, Zhao Shiwen and others specially invited other Taoist disciples who are good at music and dance to perform on the ring, which not only attracted the applause of the whole hall, but also attracted more Taoists. The disciples of the courtyard came to watch.

Since Zhong Zhijun wanted to be embarrassed, why not make the noise bigger.

To be honest, if it weren't for the time and venue constraints, Zhao Shiwen and the others would really like to bring more people over so they could see what Zhong Zhijun and those who were betting on Zhong Zhijun's victory would look like.

As soon as the performance ended, Zhong Zhijun couldn't wait and jumped directly onto the ring. He said to Zhao Shiwen and others with a cold expression: "Where is Zhang Jingyuan? Why haven't you come? You won't run away from the battle, right?"

"You think you are just like you, doing nothing all day long. Senior Brother Zhang's time is precious, so it would be nice if he could come out and deal with you. What else are you choosing? Just wait, we'll be here soon..."

As Zhao Shiwen was talking, he suddenly saw Zhang Jingyuan's figure suddenly appear from the horizon.

(End of this chapter)