Chapter 72 The working life of the brothers and sisters

Wen Rui sat behind the counter of the temporary shop in the Chamber of Commerce's secret camp, leisurely holding the teacup and sipping the mellow and fragrant tea in small sips.

This cup of spiritual tea is made from young buds collected from tea trees grown from spiritual stone compost. It tastes better than any famous tea Wen Rui had drunk before he traveled through time.

On this trip to the secret realm, the bulk of the lock-opening fee had already been earned, and the rest was just some scattered silver from the monks who came to explore the realm and spend money.

After all, a small amount of money is still meat, and a little bit of it adds up to a lot. Every time the secret market settles, the calculated net profit will bring Wen Rui a big surprise.

Now that the secret realm has just been opened, the supplies in the bags of the monks who came to explore have not been used up yet. Wen Rui can still take a break for a while. Business will be booming in a few days, so he is not in a hurry at all.

While we were taking a rest, the door of the shop was suddenly pushed open and two familiar people walked in. They were the brother and sister from Qingcheng Mountain.

"Hey!" Wen Rui waved and greeted casually: "How come you two have time to come to my shop? Aren't you going to explore the secret realm?"

Li Yu smiled awkwardly. It seemed that he was dragged here by his junior sister and he hadn't thought of the words for a while.

The round-faced girl Cheng Ziwei pouted and said angrily, "Humph, the monks from the big sects have surrounded the entrance to the secret realm and won't let monks from small sects like us in!"

"Oh~" Wen Rui seemed to have known the inside story for a long time. He stood up, took two teacups and walked over to hand them to them: "Do you want to charge a head fee?"

"Hey, how did you know?" The girl was surprised, but she rolled her eyes and figured it out: "Yes, it's because Brother Wen Dao charged such a high price for unsealing the seal that they came up with the idea of charging money from us, the monks of small sects, to make up for the loss!"

"Blame me?" Wen Rui shrugged.

"It's not your fault..."

Cheng Ziwei frowned, and after thinking for a while, she said frankly: "Well, I am a little angry indeed. It's just to unlock a seal. Five million spirit stones is too expensive."

Li Yu said with a bitter face: "I apologize on behalf of my junior sister, please don't take it to heart."

"I think it's too little!" Wen Rui looked calm and replied with a smile, "I sold the secret collection accumulated by a Jiejiao senior for five million spirit stones. If the seniors are still alive, they will definitely scold me for selling my father's land without any regret."

"Eh?" Cheng Ziwei was stunned and asked, "Is this secret realm from your Jie Sect?"

"Nine out of ten secret realms in the world are left behind by our predecessors. Am I charging a fee for unlocking the secret realm? I am charging a fee for transferring the secret realm."

Wen Rui took a sip of tea and said with a rather melancholy tone.

"How...how is this possible?"

The girl blinked her eyes and said in disbelief, "Master said that the secret realms were all left behind by ancient immortals. When the immortals died or ascended to heaven, the small worlds they opened up became ownerless secret realms, waiting for future generations to discover."

Wen Rui nodded, and then asked, "Yes, then since ancient times, among the three religions of Chan, Ren, and Jie, which one has the most immortals, and also has the most fallen immortals?"

"Well... apart from the saints, the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect appeared in the world, the Human Sect only has the great master Xuandu, and the Jie Sect is said to have thousands of immortals coming to pay homage, and the number of immortals is countless... In the formation of thousands of immortals, three thousand mortals died..."

Cheng Ziwei thought about it and recalled it while hesitatingly saying, "Ah, so it seems that the Jiejiao immortals really left behind the most secret realms."

Wen Rui added: "Well, there are still one or two out of ten who are independent cultivators. However, these independent cultivators can also be considered as the non-staff disciples of Master Tongtian. Most of them have been to Biyou Palace and listened to his open classes."

"I see. I'm glad to learn from you!" Cheng Ziwei said, "Five million is indeed not a lot. If I were Brother Wen Dao, I would probably get more."

The resentment she had when she entered the door had dissipated a lot. Seeing that Wen Rui was no longer as aggressive as he was when facing those Mahayana elders at the entrance of the secret realm, she became more interested in chatting. Ignoring the suggestive glances from her senior brother, Cheng Ziwei continued to ask: "Just now, I saw you solve the three great principles of 'All things return to one', 'The earth is divided into four images' and 'The void has an extreme', and opened the door to the secret realm. Are these great principles also recorded in the Jiejiao scriptures?"

"That's about right. There's no standard answer, but the method to guide us to get the answer is written in great detail."

Wen Rui said vaguely: "The Jiejiao scriptures focus most on teaching disciples scientific thinking methods, which is the so-called 'scissors of the great way', which are specifically used to cut and intercept fragments of the great way for research. Mastering this 'scissors of the great way' will make it easier to comprehend the great way."

"Wow!" The girl's eyes seemed to sparkle with stars. "It sounds amazing. That's right, Jiejiao was founded by a saint after all, so it must have its own unique features."

"Do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Of course I want to learn. Are you willing to teach me? Are there any conditions?"

"Just swear to join my Jiejiao."

"Tsk..." the girl dragged out the sound, revealing an expression of "if I had known this", and pouted her lips and said, "No, Master treats me so well. If he knew that I betrayed the sect, he would be so angry that he would get sick. I don't want to take care of him."

Wen Rui spread his hands and said, "That can't be helped, but if you change your mind in the future, you can come to Lishan Jinling Sect to find me."

"No way!" The girl rolled her eyes at Wen Rui, then bowed to him and said, "We are going back to Qingcheng Mountain. This time I came here to say goodbye to Brother Wen Dao before leaving. You are an interesting person. See you later."

Her senior brother also bowed slightly and said, "Farewell, I hope we'll meet again in the future."

Wen Rui inadvertently revealed an auntie's smile. In fact, the world of immortal cultivation is not full of evil spirits. There are also many energetic and innocent young people. It's a pity that good people easily suffer losses, bad money drives out good money, and people will inevitably change after being immersed in the big dye vat for a long time.

This is also the reason why many fairy-tale stories have young people as the protagonists. A story about a group of old foxes over a thousand years old playing the role of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio would not be attractive no matter how you write it.

Unless those old foxes who are thousands of years old have finally lived like dogs at such an old age, they behave like little brats of 17 or 18 years old, and when they see a woman they fall in love with her so much that they can't walk.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, please stay for a while."

Suddenly thinking of something, Wen Rui hurriedly called out to the two people who had already stepped out of the door: "You two have come here, if you just go back like this, wouldn't it be a wasted trip?"

The two looked at each other, and Li Yu said with shame: "We are from small sects, and the spirit stones we carry are not enough to pay the entrance fee to the secret realm. If we don't go back to Qingcheng Mountain, it is meaningless to stay here."

"It just so happens that my shop is short of staff. How about you do some short-term work in my shop?"

Wen Rui asked tentatively, "My salary here is not low, one hundred spirit stones a day, free meals and accommodation, four-hour workday, overtime pay is twenty spirit stones per hour. The work content is simple, nothing more than entertaining guests and doing some chores."

Cheng Ziwei looked around the empty shop and asked suspiciously, "You don't look like you need a lot of manpower here."

"It's not busy now, but it will be different in a day or two."

Wen Rui said meaningfully: "Do you think exploring the secret realm is a garden party like playing house? Soon, my shops will be crowded with people, especially pharmacies and clinics. By then, if there are not enough people, we won't be able to rescue them!"

The daily wage for odd jobs outside is one hundred spirit stones. If the disciples of Lishan Immortal Sect, whose maximum monthly salary is only one hundred spirit stones, knew about this, they would probably faint from crying.

The salary offered by Wen Rui is not too high, just slightly better than mining, but the advantage is low risk and guaranteed income. The disciples of the big sects may not be interested in it, but it is attractive to the disciples of small sects like Qingcheng Sect.

The two brothers and sisters chatted together for a while, then agreed to it. They signed a temporary employment agreement with Wen Rui, temporarily became employees of Fangshi, and started their working life.

(End of this chapter)

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