Chapter 382 A Good Monk Is One Who Abides by the Law

Chapter 382 A Good Monk Is One Who Abides by the Law

Chapter 382 A Good Monk Is One Who Abides by the Law

The shop owner's shouting immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street, and the owners of surrounding shops also went out to check.

Wen Rui and his companions immediately became the focus of attention.

Nezha finally stopped, lowered his head and said to the shopkeeper who was still holding onto his collar with an innocent look: "I just ate a few bunches of your fruit, why are you making such a fuss? I said I'd give you the elixir later."

There aren't many places to consume in heaven. Even if there is a black market run privately by the fairies and gods, a prince like Nezha will not visit it. He is too lazy to even carry a piece of fairy jade with him on weekdays. He does occasionally bring some elixirs with good taste as snacks.

It was really unfortunate today, Nezha left in a hurry and forgot to bring the bag containing the elixir.

Nezha has never had the concept of paying for things since he was a child. Even when he was young in Chentangguan, he was like a little devil who would take anything he saw.

At that time, when he took things from merchants, the housekeeper of the Li Mansion would pay for them afterwards, and the merchants only had to keep a record of the money and let him use them as he pleased. This in turn fostered Nezha's bad habit of eating and dashing.

"You are still young and have no morals! Why don't you give me the elixir instead of the peaches from the Queen Mother?"

The shop owner stood up and said angrily, "What do you think Liberty City is? You take advantage of your origins in an immortal sect to take whatever you want from ordinary people. This kind of stinky habit will not work here!"

"Peaches are too scarce. I can't even eat a few. It's not worth exchanging them for your fruit bunch."

Nezha didn't hear the sarcasm and answered seriously. Seeing that the shop owner was not giving in and more and more people were coming over, he finally realized that he had accidentally caused trouble.

"I really didn't bring any money. What kind of money do people use in the mortal world now? Shells or copper coins?"

Nezha is no longer as naughty as he was when he was young. If it were the little Nezha back then, he would have made a face and ran away. Now he has grown a lot and knows how to take responsibility and solve problems.

"Credit coins, also called meat coins!"

The shop owner was not surprised. Liberty City had developed too fast and there were many bumpkins from remote areas who would actually pay with shells and copper coins.

He took out a beautifully printed banknote and showed it to Nezha: "If you have anything valuable on you, you can go to the Jinling Bank to exchange it for meat currency."

Nezha stared at the banknote for a moment, his eyes turned, and he said, "So this is it. I have it with me, but I don't know if I can use it as money."

As he said this, he put his hands into his arms and pretended to take out money, and he actually took out a stack of credit coins.

Taking out the money, Nezha proudly stuffed the whole stack into the shopkeeper's hands: "Well, is that enough?"

The shopkeeper looked at him meaningfully. He was not surprised that he took out a large stack of bills. Instead, he carefully picked up a few and examined them carefully.

Nezha's face changed and he became inexplicably nervous.

"Well, you really did use a trick! Eating without paying is only a minor crime. The police will just criticize you when they come. But using counterfeit money to deceive people is a serious crime!"

After checking, the shopkeeper threw a stack of money at Nezha and said angrily: "I knew that you, a bunch of monks from other places, like to do this kind of deceptive tricks. Do you think that the Golden Spirit Credit Coin is so easy to counterfeit? The counterfeit money you made is just for show. Not only does it lack any anti-counterfeiting features, but even the serial numbers are the same. It's such a poor counterfeit!"

"Hey, how did you figure that out?"

Nezha was dumbfounded. His transformation skills were at least at the immortal level. He was surprised that such immortal skills could be seen through by an ordinary shopkeeper with mortal eyes.

Merchants in Liberty City also become doctors after years of illness. Arrogant immortal cultivators always like to treat mortals as fools, thinking that they can fool mortals with a little trick. Especially in the counterfeiting of credit coins, the monks use tricks to turn leaves into money to deceive people. This is a common crime, which is the type of crime that the Liberty City police focus on cracking down on.

How could Nezha know that the anti-counterfeiting technology for a tiny piece of banknote is quite complicated. Even if the transformation is restored one-to-one, it will be exposed because of extremely tiny details such as color-changing ink, moiré, watermark and micro-cipher text.

Not to mention that he had no idea that credit notes had number codes and that each banknote had a different number.

"Who called the police? What happened?"

There are police stations stationed in busy areas such as commercial streets, and two uniformed police officers rushed over.

One of the two police officers was a bull demon, tall and sturdy, while the other was a fox demon, only as tall as the bull demon's waist.

The shop owner pointed at Nezha and said, "That boy must be a monk who has just arrived. First he ate a free meal, and then he used magic to conjure up credit coins to defraud people!"

The Bull Demon Police Officer exhaled a breath from his nostrils and said in a rough voice, "Humph, what era is it now? There are still such arrogant and ignorant cultivators? Didn't the elders of your sect tell you before you left that you should at least read the travel guide before entering Liberty City?"

The expressions of the onlookers when they looked at Nezha were as if city people were looking at country people. Some of them even pointed and talked, covering their mouths with their hands and laughing, as if they were watching a country bumpkin making a fool of himself.

Nezha seemed to have a sore spot deep in his heart touched. His stubborn temper suddenly came up and he angrily said, "What travel tips? The world is so big that there is no place I can't go. If you guys know what's good for you, don't mess with me!"

The aura of the immortal level suddenly erupted, and invisible pressure covered the entire place. The mortals who were just watching the excitement only felt an inexplicable extreme fear in their hearts.

The two police officers, the Bull Demon and the Fox Demon, were experienced policemen who had experienced many storms. One of them was at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the other was at the Golden Core stage. Although they felt difficulty breathing under the pressure, they reacted quickly.

"Calling headquarters, calling headquarters, a high-risk threat has been detected in Block 3 of University Town, requesting support!" The fox demon immediately called for help through the radio.

The Bull Demon patted his chest, and silver liquid gushed out of his body, forming an extra-large nano Iron Man armor on his body that matched his muscular body.

Many years ago, the public security of Wenrui Territory was still the responsibility of Ultron robots, but as time went by, more and more young citizens grew up and obtained primary and secondary school diplomas.

Many positions in the territory that were originally handled by robots have gradually been replaced.

For example, the security team of Liberty City is currently mainly hired civilians, supplemented by robots.

After all, the citizens of the free cities would rather deal with living beings with flesh and blood than face an inflexible steel puppet.

The police officers in Liberty City are all equipped with the latest generation of nano-Iron Man armor. Ordinary armored patrolmen can suppress monks below the Return to Void Stage.

"You have such a petty trick, yet you dare to show off in front of this prince!"

Nezha did not summon his flaming spear, but clenched his fist and stepped forward. He believed that with just a light punch, he could smash the seemingly mighty armor into pieces.

As soon as he raised his fist, Wen Rui grabbed his wrist.

Wen Rui glared at him and said, "You are all sick, right? Why do you always beat my employees in front of me? Are you itching for trouble again? Do you want to stay in my arms and play for a few more days?"

Hearing the word "itchy", Nezha immediately wilted like a lotus root hit by frost, and begged for mercy: "I know I was wrong, I won't do it again, please don't hug me again! That place is too disgusting!"

(End of this chapter)