Although he has not tried it on the spot, Ye Bufei is sure that his lethality has doubled compared to before.

So, he stood up and stretched his waist with satisfaction.

"Go home." It's been a few days since Ye Bufei misses home.

Zhang Jing had already bought a high-speed train ticket back to Beijing. Although Ye Bufei was already a great monk who could fly in the air, he preferred to live the life of an ordinary person.

Therefore, try not to fly, because he wants to experience the life of a mortal.

Moreover, from the life of a mortal, he found that his spiritual inspiration was quite efficient.

Why did ‘Han Li’ choose to live a life of mortality when making a breakthrough?

After all, the more ordinary life, the more ordinary it can allow monks to realize the true way of heaven through returning to simplicity and truth.

Moreover, in order to experience this kind of mortality, Ye Bufei was still in the second-class seat. Zhang Jing was puzzled and thought that his registered father, who had billions of dollars, was a bit stingy.

"Haha, Zhang Jing, do you know why my godfather didn't let you buy a first-class seat?" Ye Bufei asked with a smile while walking.

"Godfather, you are low-key." Zhang Jing replied casually.

"Gu Ling, what do you think?" Ye Bufei turned around and asked Ye Gu Ling.

"Does Shaodong want to treat himself as an ordinary person?" Ye Guling thought for a while and responded.

"Yes, simplicity contains profound truths of the great way.

The gods and gods are above the top, but they also go up from mortals.

Therefore, secular life is the foundation of gods.

All the way of heaven is hidden in ordinary life." Ye Bufei said, Ye Guling nodded, and Zhang Jing was pulling his hair desperately, saying with a sluggish look, "Are we not annoyed enough in mortals? Every day, oil, salt and sauce are cool, where do we come from? Otherwise, all mortals have become gods, why do we monks do?"

Knowing that his level was too low, Ye Bufei couldn't understand it, so he smiled and sat down to the seat.

"What did you do? I broke all my gifts." That's right, I'm causing trouble.

He was just talking to Zhang Jing, but as a result, he sat down the gift box of a beautiful girl who took the seat and was so deflated.

Needless to say, the gifts inside must be so bad that they cannot be broken any more.

Moreover, in order to experience mortal life.

Ye Bufei closed the six consciousnesses, and his feeling at this moment was no different from that of ordinary people.

Otherwise, how could you break someone else's box?

"Xing'er, why are you talking to these ordinary people? Just ask them to pay a million yuan." A young man with an artistic hairstyle on the opposite side said fiercely.

"One million?" The beauty named Xing'er was probably shocked by the sky-high price and looked at the gift box in a daze.

"Who told you to put the gift on my registered godfather's seat? Look, my godfather's pants are dirty.

You don’t know, my godfather’s pants are from the ‘Purple Tiger’, one cost several million.

If you subtract one million from you, you will have to give my godfather two million." Zhang Jing has never been a master who will suffer losses.

Of course, this is not a nonsense to extort money.

After all, although Ye Bufei's clothes seem ordinary on the surface, they are actually all high-quality and rare Tiansil silk made of refining techniques.

Not to mention fire resistance and waterproofing, its impact resistance can definitely withstand the 100-year-old attacks of Nascent Soul-level monks without destroying them.

If you want to talk about money, you can't get it if you don't have tens of millions. Of course, Ye Bufei must have a defense array on his clothes, unless he has a strong man at the level of the divine orifice. How can these two young people recognize the goods?

Of course, Zhang Jing is indeed nonsense. He even made up the "Purple Tiger Card" and did not blush at all. He was so embarrassed that he would cry in the toilet when he saw this.

"Boy, I, Qian Fei, have to admire your mouth, who can say that all those who die are alive." The young man from art actually gave a thumbs up.

"Of course, I, Zhang Jing, have many fans. What's wrong with me? You don't have more, you don't have less, and you don't have less. I never lack 'pinks'." Zhang Jing straightened her chest and looked cool.

However, the particularly obvious butcher face was a bit inappropriate, and Ye Bufei wanted to laugh after seeing it.

"Bah! You are a little mortal, I admire you! You really dare to blackmail us. Hurry up and fight a million, otherwise I will take your skin as a drum beater." Qian Fei looked cool.

This guy obviously wanted to play in front of the beautiful woman called "Xinger".

"Mortal, yo, have you watched too much TV? Are you not a mortal or a god? It's a bullshit!" Zhang Jing shook his head and sneered.

I thought to myself, you two juniors in the Qi Refining Stage were proud of me in front of the foundation building realm. I didn’t even say that I was a god, but you two actually put them on first.

"Two, this is a public place, the car is about to drive. What happened? I am the person from this train and the police officer Xiang Ming. If you have anything, tell me." A tall and mighty middle-aged man in a police uniform walked over with a baton.

"My friend Zhang Xinger's cake was customized in 'Yirentang' and I waited for a month to get it.

A lot of precious medicinal materials are added to it, such as the ginseng king of fifty years, and the thirty years Polygonum multiflorum.

Because she customized this box of special cakes for her mother's birthday.

Her mother has an old problem with asthma and has never been cured.

I heard that the medicinal cake produced by Yirentang also has the effect of curing diseases. Therefore, we have ordered the product a long time ago.

Now that I'm fine, I've ruined it all for this bastard boy.

It is a trivial matter to ruin the cake, but what should I do if my mother Zhang is sick?

If you want to customize an expedited medicinal cake, it will cost at least hundreds of thousands of yuan, plus the back and forth loss of work, illness loss, mental health, etc., it will be no less than one million yuan.

We asked them to pay a million, and it was reasonable, and it was a discounted price.

Otherwise, at least it would have to be this number." Qian Fei raised two fingers with a verbal statement.

"Two million, boy, it's almost the same for you to rob the bank." Zhang Jing almost laughed out loud.

"There are such expensive cakes, which are really sky-high cakes. Why have I never heard of such expensive cakes?" The police uncle muttered in confusion and asked Zhang Xinger, "Do you have a formal invoice to buy the cake at that time?"

"Of course she has it. At that time, the cake was 300,000 yuan, but now it's broken. There are also mental losses, loss of work, waiting fees, expedited fees, etc., delay fees, and complications caused by not treating the disease in time. One million is a small amount." Qian Fei seemed to be righteous and even suffered a loss.

"Qian Fei, just ask them to pay the cost. Let's get off the bus in front and go back and order one." Zhang Xing'er was still kind.

"You are stupid. Now you can't order 300,000 yuan when you go back.

Don’t you know that no matter what you need to speed up the goods, you have to pay twice the price than normal shipment.

One million, one son is not enough to lose." Qian Fei looked cold and even rolled up his sleeves.

"You guys are robbing money, are you going to fight? It's just right, I, Zhang Jing, haven't practiced for a long time." Zhang Jing also rolled up her sleeves.

"Sir, you are the client, what do you think?" the police uncle asked Ye Bufei.

"Girl, I also bought this 'Qingfei Pill' from Yirentang. The effect will not be worse than your medicinal cake. Otherwise, what if it is counteracted?" Ye Bufei took out a porcelain bottle.

To be honest, this is called Qingfei Pill, at least a few million per pill.

Ye Bufei was afraid of scaring the police uncle, so he should not be mistaken for being arrested by him.

"Godfather, don't trust them, there is no such expensive cake. Isn't he going to fight? I'll just accompany you." Zhang Jing shouted.

"Get out of the way. No matter which industry, there are rules for handling. We must follow the rules. This is the truth... the truth." Ye Bufei originally wanted to say 'the way of heaven', for fear that the police would arrest him as a feudal member.

"Zhang Jing, Shaodong is right, and Tao also has Tao. We just need to follow the Tao and walk." Ye Guling pulled Zhang Jing over.

"Hahaha, a broken pill actually wants to use it to get away with it. Do you think we pigs, I'm gonna!" Qian Fei laughed and his mouth flew.

"Young man, don't be merciless. How can you say that this pill is fake if you haven't argued?" The family of three sitting opposite could not hold it in, and the slimming uncle interjected.

"Stop meddling in other people's business." Qian Fei glared at him.

"This is the invoice for buying cakes at that time. You can just pay the compensation according to the invoice. As for your pills, you should leave them for yourself." Zhang Xing'er took out the invoice from her bag and handed it to the police uncle.

It is naturally impossible to believe a stranger, not to mention that Zhang Xinger, a low-level monk, is not qualified to come into contact with this high-level spiritual pill.

Of course, I became blind after opening my eyes. If I knew, I wouldn't know if I would hit the wall.

"Haha, that's fine." Ye Bufei put away the elixir. It's not that I don't give it to you, it's that you don't know the goods yourself.

I, a good man, can't beg you like a pug and beg you for mercy.

So, he asked Ye Guling to transfer the money to Zhang Xinger, and then said, "Miss, it's too late to order another cake. However, you call and order another one immediately, and it's said that it was ordered by Huang Yaoshi's brother, and you can receive the cake when you get home."

"Who are you, that's the bullshit. You act like a powerful man. You are a trick like this. It's okay to deceive the little girls from the countryside. It's too bad." Qian Fei looked contemptuous.

"I am your client Zhang Xing'er. I ordered a cake before..." Zhang Xing'er had no objection and asked Huang Yaoshi and his brother to try it out.

"Xing'er, you are kind. You believe this kind of nonsense, sows can climb trees." Qian Fei said with disdain, "Just wait and see. Where is Yirentang? What kind of existence is it? If you don't understand those garbage, do you understand them either? Then they will naturally get rid of them."

"You are just trash, your whole family is trash. Boy, do you believe it if you dare to attack my godfather?" Zhang Jing was unhappy and was about to fight.

"Okay, this is a public place, be quiet." Ye Bufei snorted out of his nose.

Ten minutes later, the train stopped at Wuhai Station.
Chapter completed!