Chapter 72: Muddy Water Chestnut

Chapter 72: Muddy Water Chestnut

Chapter 72: Muddy Water Chestnut
Seeing Uncle Jiu walking towards him with his head held high, Qiu Sheng knew at once that the trouble Wencai had caused had been resolved by his master:
"Master, you are so amazing!"

"I didn't expect you could solve such a difficult problem so easily. It's really admirable!"

When he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Jiu with admiration and even gave him a thumbs up.

The emotional value is fully provided!
Seeing Qiu Sheng being so sensible, Uncle Jiu seemed very happy, and the curve of his mouth was almost uncontrollable:
"It's all because of our friends in the spiritual world who gave us face. Besides, the two of them are also running their business honestly and haven't been too deceptive."

"It is becoming increasingly difficult to become an immortal nowadays. It is not easy for a hawthorn tree to become a spirit. After all, it is the will of God to be merciful..."

Seeing that his master had already resolved the trouble he had caused, Wencai was a little curious about what had happened:
"Master, what exactly is written in the contract? Can you tell me?"

This disciple is sometimes afraid of comparison. It's okay if I look at them separately, but when I put them together, comparison will naturally occur.

In the past, Qiu Sheng was always getting into trouble, while Wencai was relatively honest and looked like an honest child.

The result is compared like this now.

With all these ups and downs, it seems that Qiu Sheng is becoming smarter and more intelligent, while Wencai is becoming a little dull and stupid.

So when Uncle Jiu heard Wencai's question, he couldn't help but snorted coldly:
"Humph! You still have the nerve to ask what's written? You're really brave to use two strands of essence as collateral!"

"Do you believe that if I hadn't arrived in time, they would have disappeared even if you had the ghost money?"

What these guys were eyeing was not the interest from the candied hawthorns, but the two essences used as collateral.

"This is just a lesson for you. If someone asks you to sign something casually again, you have to be more vigilant!"

"Although the two streams of energy can't hurt your body, they are enough to keep you shivering for more than two months!"

They are not in the right this time. After all, once the contract is put on paper, nothing they say will work.

If it weren't for his huge fists and the two monsters having some foresight, things would have been really troublesome!
Seeing that Uncle Jiu had finished his verbal battle, Song Feng dozed off and then pointed to the side:

"Ah Jiu, has the issue of Wencai's credit been resolved?"

"Once you've solved it, go check next door. I've seen a lot of people go in recently. If you go too late, there might be nothing left."

Seeing that he was about to clean up his apprentice's butt, but the old guy fell asleep here, Uncle Jiu was furious.

Why is there such a big gap between people?
But the disaster just now was indeed caused by his own apprentice, and he really couldn't raise his head in front of this old man, Seventh Uncle.

How shameful! How shameful!

However, when he heard what his seventh uncle said later, he seemed to react and took a few steps forward:
"Could it be that this is really the stall of Longhu Mountain?"

Although they sometimes joked that Longhushan was a medicine seller, this group of people wouldn't be so destitute as to come to the ghost market to sell medicine, right?
Watching Uncle Jiu walking towards the stall, Song Feng seemed very natural, and he seemed to be enjoying the fun:
"After all, you are all from the Three Talisman Sects. It is normal for brothers to discuss things with each other when they meet for three days."

"You two are from Longhu Mountain and Maoshan respectively. Maybe you can find common ground if you get together..."

Seeing that Seventh Uncle was enjoying the fun, Qiu Sheng approached cautiously and asked Seventh Uncle softly:

"Seventh Uncle, are you telling the truth? Are you sure the owner of that stall is really from Longhu Mountain?"

When he spoke to the end, Qiu Sheng's face was full of curiosity.

After all, this matter is very interesting.

I heard from my master that Longhu Mountain and Maoshan are both famous sects in the world. I have never seen the masters of Longhu Mountain before, but maybe I can see them now.

Looking at Uncle Jiu's receding back, Song Feng was naturally willing to share his thoughts with others when he encountered something interesting.

Once a happy thing is shared, it will make people feel double the happiness:
"I heard that there seems to be a fake medicine seller in the ghost market recently. I heard that his medicine is very effective but also very deceptive."

"It is said that the side effects are all kinds of strange, and it has caused trouble for many spirits and fellow spirits."

When he said this, he paused slightly, then pointed at his nose and said confidently:
"Ordinary practitioners in the spiritual world have little experience and don't know the origin of the mysterious man who sells fake medicine, but I can guess it."

"I can smell the fake medicine from Mount Longhu from a distance, and I guarantee he won't be wrong!"

Seeing the confidence of his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but be shocked:
“…selling fake medicine?”

When he said this, he subconsciously covered his mouth, and then whispered to the stall in the distance:

"Seventh Uncle, are you sure? People from Longhu Mountain are selling fake medicine. Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"

How come this is so slightly different from the Taoist master he had imagined in his mind?

Seeing Qiu Sheng's disbelieving expression, Song Feng chuckled a few times, then asked with a smile:
"Are you trying to say that selling fake medicine is not the style of the legendary Longhu Mountain, and is not like the spiritual master in your mind?"

After hearing how well his seventh uncle understood his psychology, Qiu Sheng nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng nodding repeatedly, Song Feng said mysteriously with an expression that said if you take it seriously, you will lose:
"Let me tell you, the people in Longhu Mountain not only sell fake medicine, but some of them even go down the mountain to catch cats in the alleys."

"It's just that most of them disguised themselves very well, and they were covered with the skin of a famous sect, so they were not discovered."

When it comes to this, Song Feng can't help but sigh:
"Practitioners are also human beings. Don't deify all these so-called masters. Besides, some masters from famous and upright sects may not have good character."

After hearing the secrets of the cultivation world told by his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng felt as if his entire world view was about to shatter.

Is the spiritual world so chaotic?

Seeing Qiu Sheng's confused look, Song Feng patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"You don't need to talk about others, just take Uncle Jiu as an example and you will understand it very clearly."

"Don't be fooled by your master's usual stinginess. He looks like an ordinary Taoist, but he is also a well-known figure in the spiritual world."

"If the various sects in the spiritual world held an event, your master might still sit in the first row..."

After hearing the example given by his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng was a little skeptical:
"……real or fake?"

The master was so stingy that he wanted to split every penny into three parts, and the few apprentices he accepted were all useless.

Basically, every year at the Maoshan Conference, he is laughed at by many senior uncles. What's more important is that every time Uncle Nine catches ghosts, it is thrilling. Is he really as powerful as Uncle Seventh says?

Seeing Qiu Sheng's confused look, Song Feng smiled and tapped his head, then said seriously:
"Being able to worship Uncle Jiu as your master is probably the greatest opportunity in your lifetime, or even in the next three lifetimes." "Even with you guys dragging your feet and causing trouble, Uncle Jiu still manages to never lose. This shows how powerful he is."

"Although your master is usually low-key, the next Maoshan headmaster may very likely be born between your master and your great uncle."

"You can study with Uncle Jiu and inherit the famous sect that leads to the immortal path. You should be happy..."

When he said this, Song Feng hurriedly moved forward with his rattan stick, wanting to see the excitement from closer range.

After all, this scene is so funny.

If the high priests of Mount Mao bought fake medicine from the Taoist priests of Mount Longhu, that would be very interesting and make people laugh just thinking about it.

He really had to join in the fun!
Looking forward, I saw that Uncle Jiu had already arrived in front of the house surrounded by tents.

Look inside.

All I saw was a mysterious man in a black robe walking out with great satisfaction.

I don't know what they were trading though.

But just one glance tells you that the man in black robe is definitely very satisfied!
When the man in black robe saw that it was Uncle Jiu who was walking towards him, his steps froze for a moment, and then he left as usual.

Uncle Jiu didn't pay much attention to this guest. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he walked in directly and took up the spot.

However, when Song Feng saw the black-robed figure who had just completed the transaction, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Things are becoming more and more interesting..."

When he turned around again, he saw the fat boss inside introducing his resources to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, look at what's on my shelf. In addition to the medicines for cultivation, I also have pills for healing wounds and diseases."

"From saving lives to treating diseases, and from beautifying and nourishing the skin, I have everything I need. There is nothing I don't have, except what you can't think of."

"As soon as I saw you, I knew you were my destiny. Why don't you take a look at this and take whatever you like."

"I'll give you 20% off on everything, if for no other reason than for our hard-earned fate..."

Looking at the several medicinal plants on the shelf, and then at the rows of pills on the cabinet next to it, Uncle Jiu was a little surprised:

"Whose storehouse was looted?"

All these things added together are enough to match the entire Maoshan's annual consumption of medicinal herbs.

Isn't this too exaggerated?
If it weren't for his high moral standards and if his seventh uncle didn't say that the man in front of him was most likely a Taoist from Longhu Mountain, he might have really had other ideas.

With a strange thought in mind, Uncle Jiu then secretly made a hand gesture inside his sleeve.

Then, he spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Lin Jiu from Maoshan, nice to meet you fellow Taoist from Longhushan!"

The fat boss was cheerful just now, but when he saw the magic formula made by Uncle Jiu in his sleeves, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

When he heard Uncle Jiu announce his identity, he couldn't help but be shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face:

"…How did you find out?"

But the panic only lasted for a moment, and then his face became warm again.

Then, he said to Uncle Jiu in a soft voice, somewhat embarrassedly:
"So you are Brother Yimei from Mount Mao. Meeting you in person is worse than hearing about you. You are indeed as righteous as the legend says!"

First there was a burst of praise, and then the fat boss carefully took out a thing that looked like a zongzi from his pocket:

"Since Brother Yimei from Mount Mao is here, I naturally cannot let you down. I will give this muddy water chestnut to my nephew as a gift to help him lay the foundation for his cultivation!"

He could tell at a glance that Qiu Sheng, who was peeking in front of the door, had already reached full energy, and the next step was to draw out the energy.

However, when Uncle Jiu saw his actions, he couldn't help but glance around the room subconsciously:
"…These powerful medicines?"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's surprised face, the fat boss quickly pulled Uncle Jiu aside and stuffed the muddy water chestnut into Uncle Jiu's hand:
"Fellow Daoist, the spiritual world is now withering and the environment for cultivation is not good. I have no choice but to start a business in the ghost market."

"I still have many disciples who are hungry and lack resources for cultivation. Fellow Daoist, please be kind and pretend that you didn't see me for the sake of our family..."

When he finished speaking, he looked at the muddy water chestnut that had been stuffed into Uncle Jiu's hands with a look of heartache.

This is a great herb!

But there was no other way. In order to shut this fellow Taoist's mouth, he had to pay a large sum of money.

After all, if the fact that the Longhu Mountain disciples sold fake medicine to the Maoshan high priest was reported, he would be in big trouble.

But he also felt a little strange when he thought about it.

Damn it, I’ve been in the martial arts world for countless years, selling fake medicine for so many years, but I was exposed the first time I met him.

Are young people so amazing nowadays?

Watching the fat boss and Uncle Jiu mumbling there, Song Feng, who had pushed the whole thing to this point, kept his achievements to himself:

"It's a pity that I didn't see the good show..."

He felt a little regretful at the end. After all, none of the scenes he had imagined happened, which was really a pity.

Looking at the fat boss in front of him crying miserably, Uncle Jiu kept thinking in his heart:
"Who on earth is this old man from Mount Longhu?"

It was strange, he had never heard of any senior from Mount Longhu having such advanced counterfeiting skills!

Although he didn't understand the reason, Uncle Jiu couldn't refuse in the end. He had no choice but to accept the muddy water water chestnut reluctantly.

However, just as Uncle Jiu left, the fat boss looked at Song Feng's back with a thoughtful expression:

"…Why does this back look so familiar?"

(End of this chapter)