Chapter 398 Master Wukong
"I wonder how much this Thousand Machine Stone costs? It should be sold in Jingmiao Pavilion, right?"
Xu Zhenfeng looked at the Thousand Machine Stone in Manager Zhao's hand with burning eyes and asked.
Manager Zhao looked a little embarrassed, "This Thousand Machine Stone is made by extracting the spiritual power from the Spirit Crystal, Magic Crystal, and Soul Crystal, and then engraving it with specific runes and formations.
One Thousand Machine Stone requires tens of thousands of Spirit Crystals, Magic Crystals, and Soul Crystals, not to mention the most expensive rune carvings and formation engravings."
The muscles on Xu Zhenfeng's face trembled when he heard this. One Thousand Machine Stone was more valuable than everything these monsters had combined.
But this thing is indeed extremely convenient.
"Oh, so this Thousand Machine Stone is so expensive."
Xu Zhenfeng sighed in his heart and prepared to go to Jingmiao Pavilion to buy an ordinary speech stone for each of the monsters.
Manager Zhao understood Xu Zhenfeng's meaning, and immediately said to him:
“If Master Xu wants to make it easier to communicate with his companions, you can buy a Thousand Machine Stone and use it yourself.
Mr. Xu's other companions use ordinary speech stones, so they can contact you and you can contact them."
Xu Zhenfeng's eyes turned, and he smiled and said to Manager Zhao: "Why haven't I seen this thing in Jingmiao Pavilion?"
Manager Zhao also said with a smile: "The Thousand Machine Stone can only be used for communication, and the price is extremely high. Jingmiao Pavilion has it, but there are too few people buying it.
In addition, once the Thousand Machine Stone is cast, whether it is used or not, it will consume the power of the three crystals stored in it.
After the power of the three crystals inside is exhausted, the power of the three crystals has to be extracted again and injected again, which consumes a lot of energy.
Therefore, generally only great monks or large sects would go to Jingmiao Pavilion to make custom orders.
Even my Buddhist sect only has a dozen Thousand Machine Stones. If I have to represent the Buddhist sect to stay in the Demon-Slaying Tower and handle many matters, it will not be my turn to use this thing. "
"Then how much does a piece of Thousand Machine Stone cost?"
"I don't know about other families, but my Buddhist sect spent hundreds of thousands of mid-grade spirit crystals to exchange for seventeen Thousand Machine Stones."
When Xu Zhenfeng heard this, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Hundreds of thousands of mid-grade spirit crystals were exchanged for only seventeen Thousand Machine Stones.
Not to mention him, even the Demon King of Demon Mountain might not be able to afford it.
Xu Zhenfeng smacked his lips and looked at the Thousand Machine Stone in the hands of Manager Zhao with envy.
"We are going to go to Jingmiao Pavilion now. Would Director Zhao like to go with us?"
Manager Zhao shook his head and said, "I won't go, but I have invited my senior brother to come. I will let my senior brother bother Master Xu for the time being."
Xu Zhenfeng knew that it was Master Zhao who asked his fellow disciples to protect their safety.
They offended Zhou Qichang and Zhou Mingyuan on someone else's territory.
We do need a strong bodyguard to keep an eye on us.
Although Xu Zhenfeng was able to suppress Zhou Yuanming, who was of high Earth Rank, he was not arrogant enough to think that he could escape from a Heaven Rank cultivator with his current level of cultivation.
The path of cultivation is a world of its own at the first level.
Xu Zhenfeng can suppress the enemy across realms, but the gap of a large level cannot be compared with that of a small realm.
After chatting with Manager Zhao for a few more words, heavy footsteps were heard on the stairs on the third floor.
The footsteps came up step by step.
Xu Zhenfeng and all the monsters looked towards the stairs.
A round bald head appeared on the stairs, and then an unusually tall and burly monk walked up.
This monk had a big head and a round face. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but the gleam in his eyes was somewhat intimidating. His nose was sunken and pointed upwards, and his mouth was square and wide.
He was wearing a dirty, loose monk's robe. Maybe his head was too big, so it seemed to be directly buttoned on his shoulders, and his neck was almost invisible.
His chest was wide open, revealing his hairy, black heart hair.
The big monk was holding a pitch-black whistle in his hand, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.
Manager Zhao has already gone to meet him.
"Brother, why did you come so quickly this time?"
The monk first glanced at the monsters on the third floor, and finally his eyes fell on Xu Zhenfeng, and then he answered:
"You asked me to protect a few monsters for a while. Are these the monsters you are talking about?"
Manager Zhao hurriedly introduced with a smile: "Mr. Xu, this is my ninth senior brother, Master Wukong, a seventh-rank master of the Vajra Sect."
Xu Zhenfeng and Xiong Da bowed together and said in unison: "Greetings, Master Wukong."
The big monk's eyes kept on Xu Zhenfeng.
Seeing them bowing, he waved his hand and said, "Don't bother with all these fancy formalities, and don't call me master. Just call me Wukong. If you feel embarrassed, you can call me Great Monk Wukong."
Xu Zhenfeng clasped his fists and said, "Then we will listen to Master Wukong."
Monk Wukong walked up to Xu Zhenfeng, and Manager Zhao hurriedly continued to introduce him, "Ninth Senior Brother, this is the genius of the Monster Mountain Wolf Clan that I told you about, Master Xu Lang."
Xu Zhenfeng coughed and said, "Xu Lang is a pseudonym. My real name is Xu Zhenfeng."
Manager Zhao was not surprised at all when he heard this. He just smiled and said, "It seems that Master Xu really regards us brothers as his own and is willing to tell us his real name."
At this time, Monk Wukong had already turned his attention to the aunt and nephew Lang Ning who were holding the Huangjing doll.
The monk's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and his expression became interested.
"Oh my, why is there a little monster here? Whose little monster is this? Oh my god, it's Buddha. The little boy is so cute and adorable. Come, let the monk hug him."
Huang Jing baby was in Lang Ning's arms, and listened to the words from Master Wu Kong, which he could not tell whether they were insults or compliments.
The little fellow wanted to curse the big monk back, but somehow, when he saw the big monk's sparkling eyes, his words changed.
"Big monk, you look so mighty. If someone bullies us Huangjing, you have to stand up for us Huangjing."
As soon as Huang Jingwa uttered these baby words in a childish voice, Monk Wukong's eyes narrowed again.
He pushed the whistle in his hand into the hands of Manager Zhao and opened his arms to hug Huang Jing.
Lang Ning originally thought that Huang Jing baby would be unwilling to be held by the big monk.
Unexpectedly, Huang Jing also opened her two snow-white and tender little arms, and directly hugged the almost invisible neck of the monk, letting him hold her in his arms.
Xu Zhenfeng was also a little surprised. Huang Jing would not let anyone hug him, Lang Ning, or even Lang Zhenjiang.
Why would there be an exception for this dirty big monk?
After Wukong hugged Huang Jing doll, he gently pinched his little face with his thick fingers and teased him:
"Little guy, if someone bullies you, tell the monk and he will help you vent your anger."
Huang Jing baby blinked his big eyes, and said with grievance on his tender face: "It was that guy named Zhou Yuanming from the Great Shu Kingdom who bullied us Huang Jing."
"Oh, that genius from the Zhou family? How did he bully you? Tell the monk."
Huang Jing baby blinked his eyes again, imitated Xu Zhenfeng's behavior just now, smacked his lips and said: "We Huang Jing heard him scolding monks, saying that monks are all grown up eating shit, and also said that you are lazy, greedy, stupid and bad.
Oh, by the way, I vaguely heard him scolding a monk named Wukong, saying that the monk bullied men and women and did all kinds of evil.
He loves to do sneaky things. The day before yesterday, he stole the pants of a 60-year-old maid in his palace."
"Well, our Huang Jing couldn't stand it anymore, so he started arguing with him.
That Zhou Yuanming couldn't win the argument with our Huang Jing, so he got angry and said he wanted to stew our Huang Jing with you monks and eat it."
As Huangjing Baby was speaking, he shuddered, as if he was really frightened, and hugged Monk Wukong's neck tightly.
"Hey, big monk, I think your name is Wukong too? That guy surnamed Zhou wasn't scolding you, was he?"
Wukong couldn't help but burst out laughing after listening to Huangjingwawa's nonsense.
"You little thing, you are so funny. From now on, the big monk will protect you. No one will dare to bully you, no matter if his surname is Zhou or Fan."