"Oh, you are so arrogant even though you are a hyacinth." Master Jia pretended to be angry.

"Haha, okay." Yan Zixiu said with a smile: "Let me ask the third question. How do people like us earn spiritual stones?"

Everyone thinks this is a good question. Without spiritual stones, it is difficult to move forward.

Tingxia replied: "Generally speaking, mortals can only earn gold and silver, and monks can earn spiritual stones. Because it is difficult for mortals to provide the alchemy arrays that monks need. Unless there are particularly outstanding products or services, monks can earn spiritual stones.

.Take you, half a monk, for example, what are you good at?"

Yan Zixiu said: "I can draw, play the piano, understand medicine, and also understand some monks' treatment of injuries and illnesses. Can I earn spiritual stones?"

Ting Xia's eyes lit up: "Of course you can. But I feel like you're bragging a bit. You can do the simplest thing, just draw a picture and I'll take a look. Once the drawing is done, I'll give you a spiritual stone now."

"Okay, everyone, stop on the roadside and watch me earn spiritual stones." Yan Zixiu said.

This is a big event to earn spiritual stones, so you have to cooperate well. Everyone hurried to the side of the road.

"Just draw Ting Xia yourself. Stand still." Yan Zixiu took out the easel, paper and pen from the package, glanced at Ting Xia, and started painting.

Ting Xia stood there, not daring to move, for fear that the painting would be damaged and she would be blamed.

Some people passing by also came to watch.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Yan Zixiu said: "Okay."

Tingxia hurried over to take a look, and saw a girl holding a deer cart on the painting. She had dark eyebrows and a lively expression. She was capable but naughty, youthful and sunny, and full of vitality. The whole person was so vivid that it seemed as if she wanted to see from the painting.

As if walking down.

Who is the girl in this painting, if not Ting Xia?

Onlookers applauded and applauded: "This painter is amazing!"

"It looks like it's alive."

"How much does it cost to draw a picture?"

"I heard it's a spiritual stone."

"Spiritual stone? I am a mortal, I don't have a spiritual stone."

"Neither do I. If I did, I would draw one too."

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Ting Xia looked at the painting, felt happy in her heart, and decisively threw a spiritual stone: "Here you go. Hey, should you sign on the painting?"

Yan Zixiu took the spirit stone and inscribed the four characters "Half Taoist Friend" on the painting. Then he took out a seal, breathed a sigh of relief, and pressed it on the painting. It was the word "Yan".

Ting Xia looked at it: "Yan? Your surname is Yan? Did you really write down half of your fellow Taoists?"

"I'm Yan Ziling. The term 'half a Taoist friend' is quite interesting. I will use it as my signature from now on."

"Brother Yan, have you earned a spiritual stone now? This is one hundred taels of gold or one thousand taels of silver." Master Jia said with envy.

Yan Zixiu smiled and threw the spirit stone to Mr. Gao: "We have enough money to stay in the inn tonight."

Suddenly, a clear voice came: "Half Taoist friends, we also want to paint."

When everyone took a look, they turned out to be two handsome young monks, each of whom was in the Dzogchen state of Qi training. They looked similar, except that one had a mole on his left eyebrow and the other had a mole on his right eyebrow.

Yan Zixiu understood at a glance that these two, like Ning Yun's master and servant, were playing a game of pretending to be men. Their cultivation level must be higher than that of Ting Xia. How much higher it was, it was inconvenient for him to observe in detail due to his current status.

"Okay. No problem. One for each person, or two for two?" Yan Zixiu asked.

"Each person will take one picture, and then put them together to take another picture. There are three pictures in total. If you do a good job, I will reward you. I don't want a spiritual stone for one picture." The handsome monk with the mole on his left eyebrow took a look.

Listen to Xia.

Ting Xia ignored him and said to Yan Zixiu: "Hurry up and draw. I'll take you to the place, but you still have to do the work."

"What are you urging me to do? Half of my Taoist friends are anxious. What should I do if I can't draw well?" Brother Zuo Mei was a little unhappy.

"Listen to Fellow Daoist Xia, we know the location of the inn. Why don't you go and get busy." Miss Jia quickly smoothed things over.

"I'm not busy. I'm just waiting here." Ting Xia was quite stubborn.

Since Ting Xia stopped urging, Yan Zixiu continued painting. After more than a quarter of an hour, all three paintings were completed. The signature was written and the seal was clicked. Let's get started!

Just like the painting just now, the portrait is lifelike and lifelike, and you can feel a sense of heroism when looking at the painting.

The two monks were very satisfied and threw a storage bag over them: "Half of the Taoist monks are yours." Then they put away the portraits and left gracefully.

Yan Zixiu's current status as a mortal makes him restricted in everything, and the storage bag cannot be opened directly.

He took the storage bag and handed it to Mr. Jia who was nearest: "Please help me take a look."

Master Jia opened it and took a look, his hand trembled involuntarily: "Ah? A thousand spiritual stones?!" He quickly returned it to Yan Zixiu.

The onlookers were surprised when they heard this.

One thousand spiritual stones and three paintings are quite generous.

Yan Zixiu didn't change his expression, took the storage bag and threw it to Mr. Gao: "Everyone has paid for the flying boat the day after tomorrow."

This is to pay the flying boat fee for all the followers.

The entourage breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, they no longer had to risk their lives to go to Raptor Villa, and they couldn't help but feel grateful.

Everyone knows how to settle accounts. Yan Zixiu's current monthly salary as a teacher is only fifty taels of silver. These one thousand spiritual stones are worth one million taels of silver.

"Let's leave quickly!" Mr. Gao was a little nervous. It would be terrible if someone caught him.

The total amount of spiritual stones he and the Jia family brothers and sisters have together is less than 500 spiritual stones.

Miss Jia took a deep look at Yan Zixiu and said nothing.

After Yan Zixiu finished packing, Ting Xia came over and said, "I'd better take you to Pinggu Inn."

"Thank you."

Ting Xia shook her short hair: "Thank me for what?"

Yan Zixiu said: "Thank you for giving me the inspiration and opportunity to earn spiritual stones, and thank you for waiting patiently. This makes me very happy. Can I still pay two spiritual stones to ask three questions?"

After hearing this, Ting Xia was a little touched and sighed: "If it weren't for the pressure of life, I would actually be willing to answer questions for free. Just ask, a piece of spiritual stone will do."

"First, is there any good food nearby?" This is a question asked for Master Jia.

"In the alley behind Pinggu Inn, there is an old Jiande restaurant that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The place is spacious, the dishes are clean, the quantity is large, the price is good, and the flavor is unique."

Master Jia bowed his hand to Yan Zixiu to express his gratitude.

"Zhu Jiujie." Miss Jia made a joke.

"Second, what is the most popular item among monks here? Apart from spiritual stones."

"Elixirs, especially elixirs or related items that can cure inner demons." Ting Xia replied.

"Oh?" Yan Zixiu had an idea in his mind, thinking that this might be a breakthrough to get close to the old demon Wenxing, "I can add a spiritual stone, I hope to explain it in detail."

"No need." Ting Xia Yi waved his hand, "The greater the evil a person does, the more harm he will do to others, and the more serious the inner demons will be when he breaks through the bottleneck of the realm. I can't say more about the rest."

Yan Zixiu knew clearly in his heart that the Four Symbols Sect had a cruel style, and many monks must have serious inner demons, so they were in urgent need of pills or related items to calm their minds.

"One last question. What I just heard from your words seems to be a lot of pressure in life. Is that so?"

Ting Xia was stunned, and so were the others. What's the problem?

The people Xia usually interacts with are mostly for profit. Has anyone ever asked her this question? Who cares about her feelings?

Her nose felt sour, she quickly turned her face away, holding back her tears, and then replied: "There is pressure in life. My parents are both monks. My father went to explore the mountains for our family's spiritual resources, and was attacked by a monster.

She was injured and is now paralyzed in bed. My mother works as a helper in a charm shop and earns a meager income. My younger sister is still young and works as an apprentice. In addition to being a hyacinth worker, I also have to find time to do other jobs."
Chapter completed!