If they had to spend money to buy their own lives, most people would be willing to go bankrupt.

This monk's family property is richer than Zhuchen imagined. Because he went out to do business, he brought several exquisite bags with him, which contained thousands of spiritual stones, including two high-grade spiritual stones.

He is also willing to hand over the magic weapon, hoping that Zhuchen can leave him a sword.

Zhuchen understands. After all, the sword of the swordsman has a special meaning and can soothe the owner's poor heart late at night.

However, she was not a bully who pushed too hard. In the end, she only left the monk's spiritual stones and magic weapons and other second-hand items back.

When she sat on the bed and counted the money carefully, she felt that her body was much better, and even the breath that was blocking her nasal cavity became relieved.

The treatment methods offered by Da Mo were simple and crude. In the morning, Zhu Chen just counted the harvest. Before he could see clearly what skills he had used, he was already shaking his sleeves to show that he was done.

The pain on the middle-aged monk's body has not completely dissipated, and the tip of his nose and forehead are covered with sweat. However, under the treatment of the big demon, his face looks visibly good, and a rosy color emerges from his cheeks, slowly overpowering the spots on his neck.

Black air.

The big devil walked over with his hands waving, casually grabbed a handful from the pile of spiritual stones in front of Zhuchen, and put it into his sleeve.

Zhuchen asked cheerfully: "Is that enough? Uncle Mo."

The devil said: "That's enough, I can make money by myself."

After saying that, he turned around and left leisurely, obviously happy for this windfall.

"Great...Master! Master!"

The middle-aged monk, dragging his body with illness, wanted to catch up with the big demon, but as soon as he rolled off the bed, his hands and feet became weak and he knelt on the ground. He could only rely on his knees to walk forward with difficulty.

He shouted weakly a few times behind him, knowing that the devil must have heard him, but the man in black was so cold and heartless, and never paused for a moment because of his shouts, and disappeared at the street corner without looking back.

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When Zhuchen raised his eyes, he saw the monk half lying on the ground like a resentful woman, gazing affectionately into the distance. He couldn't help but sympathized: "Stop chasing him. He is a man you can't catch up with. You want to do something with him."

What? If it’s just a thank you, there’s no need. He doesn’t adhere to these etiquettes.”

The nurse saw that he looked very miserable, so she helped him stand up and took him back to the bed.

The monk huffed and puffed, and with an incomparable yearning for the strong that she could not understand, he asked flatteringly: "Who is this master? What is the relationship between fellow Taoist and him?"

"Me?" Zhuchen said nonchalantly, "Oh, I am his servant."

The monk uttered these two words in confusion: "Servant?" It doesn't look like it. These days, a servant can make his master work. And he is a demon cultivator and a Taoist cultivator.

Zhuchen put the spirit stones away again and threw them on the cabinet beside the bed. He crossed his legs with a casual and informal look and settled an old score with him.

"Let me make it clear first. You think Chaowen's food is not delicious because you are poisoned and can't taste it. It has nothing to do with the ingredients here. Also, don't say again that Chaowen doesn't have a doctor. You are a foreigner.

We have cured you of all the serious illnesses that came your way."

The monk clasped his fists at her, covered his face in shame, and said, "Well, I did misunderstand and offended you. Fellow Taoist, please don't take offense."

Zhuchen: "It's a good thing you didn't say this in front of Uncle Liu, otherwise he would have driven you out of Chaowen with a spatula. Then I'm afraid you will really die of illness and not even the gods can save you."

If you really think about it, this monk and Chao Wen actually have some wonderful fate.

If he hadn't been on a whim and came to Chaowen to take a rest, how could he have eaten a plate of Tongguo? If he hadn't eaten, he wouldn't have been what he is today. When the poison officially takes effect, there will probably be no masters like Da Mo around.

Is it the kind of person who wants to die forever, or the kind of person who dies in an unknown way?

Zhuchen thought about this and said sincerely: "You have a great destiny."

The monk personally walked through the gate of hell, but his fear of death had reached its peak. At this moment, he was so frightened that he cupped his fists and bowed to Zhuchen: "I can't say thank you for this great kindness."

Zhuchen smiled: "Where, we collect money to do things!"

The nurse made the bed and went out to make medicine for them both.

Zhuchen lay down for a while, unable to sleep because the presence of the person next to him was too strong, so he got up and talked to him again, asking: "What does your sect do?"

The monk's clothes were almost soaked by the sweat just now, and he felt cold all over because of her words, so he replied: "What should our sect do? Our sect's livelihood is business and iron smelting.

, Farming and the like, it’s not much different from Chaowen. The monks will take on some random tasks, and that’s pretty much it.”

Zhuchen jokingly said: "If someone would go to such great lengths to poison you, you must have a lot of money."

Monk: "..." It turns out that the chill was not an illusion.

Zhuchen nodded his chin and said, "Seeing that you carry so many magic weapons with you, if your sect is not a wealthy place, then your status is extraordinary."

Whatever the monk said now was wrong. He had the illusion that whoever was rich would be slaughtered.

As a result, Zhuchen quickly changed the topic and didn't dwell on it: "Who poisoned you? Do you still have a story?"

The monk could hardly keep up with the speed of her thoughts. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and muttered: "What story? It's all about my evil disciple."

Zhuchen nodded: "It seems that you are not good at recruiting disciples. Like my master, even if he becomes a demon, no one under him will be disobedient."

Taking on a disciple is riskier than raising a son. Not to mention following him to the death, not many can be used at critical moments. The monk asked out of curiosity: "Who is your master?"

Zhuchen made a shocking statement: "My master is Feng Buye."

The bed next door swayed and then stabilized again. The monk vigorously grabbed the bed board and prevented himself from falling. Judging from his skill, he must have recovered well.

The nurse just came in with medicine. She couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted: "This is our boss!"

Middle-aged monk: "..."

Zhuchen said with a smile: "You said such bad things about Chaowen in front of me earlier. I didn't beat you to death. I'm being polite."

The monk looked sad and begged for mercy: "You are my aunt, adults do not remember the faults of small people. It is true that I misunderstood. It hurts so much that I couldn't help but vent a few words."

Zhuchen naturally had no intention of arguing with him. Seeing the painful expression on his face with vomiting and nausea after drinking the medicine, Zhuchen asked the nurse: "Call a table of food for him and let him try Uncle Liu's cooking. By the way, let's have another plate of Tong."

Fruit, it opened his eyes. I heard that although the ground is not good, the fruits grown are still very juicy."

The monk was feeling hungry. Even though the poison had been removed, the spiritual power in his body still could not be transferred at will, so naturally he could not withstand the loss. He wanted to say thank you, so he added in a low voice: "But I don't have any spiritual stones."

Zhuchen looked at the huge medical fee and waved generously: "I know, I'll treat you to something."

When the monk saw how powerful she was, he felt ashamed of himself. He had lived for most of his life, but in the end he was still no match for a young girl. He was always fussing over trivial matters, and that was how he really failed to get on the stage.

The monk's whole aura changed, and he solemnly said: "After I have dealt with the affairs of the sect, if there is anyone who can help Chaowen, just ask."

Zhuchen was not polite at all, but he still said solemnly and decently: "Of course there is, but what we pursue is multilateral cooperation, mutual benefit and win-win, and common development. We are not trying to take advantage of you."

The monk became more and more moved as he listened.

She got up early in the morning, ran quickly to his bedside, and said mysteriously: "Your sect knows how to smelt iron, right? Can you smelt steel?"

"It's easier to make money if you can make steel." The monk nodded and said clearly, "It seems that there are no iron ores here in Chaowen. If you want to buy the ore, I can give you a preferential price."

Zhuchen made a gesture for him: "I don't want ore, I want to make a bicycle. It's a thing made of two wheels and a chain. You can move forward by pedaling. It's faster than walking and slower than riding a horse. Today's map of Chaowen

The opening is getting bigger and bigger, and it is inconvenient for black chicks to move around in the city, and it is too inconvenient to travel without a bicycle. If it goes well, other sects can also try to promote it."

The monk imagined it for a moment and said horrifiedly: "Do you think everyone in the court knows how to do acrobatics?"

Zhuchen burst out laughing: "If you insist on saying so, it's just a simple acrobatics that can be done in a day. Wait until I draw the drawings and you make the parts according to them. I will assemble one for you to try and you will know."

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The monk nodded in understanding.

The nurse thought that the two of them would just chat for a while, but as expected, they got back to business and stamped their feet anxiously: "Master Zhuchen, you should have a good rest when you are sick, and then I will go and tell Mr. Dao when you are sick.

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Zhuchen said loudly: "I didn't! And don't you see that I'm not happy talking?"

The nurse strode to the door.

Seeing that she was serious, Zhuchen hurriedly stood up and ran back to his bed, surrendering and saying: "Okay, I listen to you, I'm going to lie down and rest!"

Seeing this, the monk had mixed feelings. He covered his chest with his hands and said with envy: "How can I teach so that those incompetent disciples can be as obedient as you?"

The demon was walking aimlessly in front of the boundary monument. He heard a strange sound of wind coming from behind him, tilted his head, and continued walking with his messy steps.

"Come from the hospital?" Feng Buye asked, "How?"

Da Mo shook his head and paused deliberately for a few breaths. Seeing that Feng Buye's reaction was not very interesting, he said: "Everything is fine. If you are worried, just go and see for yourself and ask me what I am doing? I hate you young people the most.

It’s all sticky in front of me, and it’s not clean.”

Feng Buye was in a daze, as if he had never heard anyone describe him like this in a hundred or two hundred years. However, compared with the real age of Da Mo, he was indeed very "young".

Feng Buye actually knew that Zhuchen was probably fine, otherwise several of his disciples would have been crying and screaming, but he had to ask the big devil before he could completely let go. He was about to leave, but heard the person behind him ask: "Since you have already

After accepting her lover's knot, why is it still so unclear?"

Feng Buye's back stiffened for a moment, turned sideways and asked: "What's the lover's knot?"

The demon said slowly and calmly: "Isn't the tassel on your sword a lover's knot? Oh... maybe it's not called that, but it's just something given to a lover."

He raised his head and showed an unclear smile: "It's fine that your apprentice doesn't understand. She is only as old as my little finger, but you should know that such a gift is not easy to accept, right? After accepting it from others,

How can you pretend that you don’t know anything about your thoughts?”

His robe flipped, and after taking two steps, he floated to Feng Buye's side. He moved up and down on the other person's face, and finally settled on his slightly frowning brow, smiling heartily as if he was in need of a slap.

Said: "I like to see smart people like you make the same mistakes as mediocre people."

Feng Buye moved slightly, but before there was any reaction, the big demon turned into demonic energy and dissipated in place.
Chapter completed!