The master and the apprentice continued chatting until the end of Xu Shi. Except for the young monk, Chen Chen finally understood the dangers under the abyss.

At this point, Watson sighed, looked at Chen and said: "Compared to the zombies on the second layer, the ghosts that turned into black mist on the first layer are more terrifying..."

As Watson said, right now he would rather go to the second floor to fight the zombies than stay on the first floor to look for the inexplicable black fog.

However, the young monk asked him to clear out the first layer and still have to find treasures to repair the formation. This was an even bigger headache for him.

However, he didn't know it yet, so he didn't tell his master.

Liao Chen sighed, thinking that such an important responsibility would finally fall on his disciple.

It seems that Jia Rong needs to discuss with his senior brother how to solve the first-level trouble for him.

"Since you are back, let's take a good rest for a few days and then think of a solution as a teacher."

Liao Chen shook his head and said: "It's just that not many people go up the mountain to see the Buddha in winter. You can go to the small town at the foot of the mountain. Do you want me to give you some silver coins?"

It's just that after not seeing each other for more than ten days, when Watson came back, no part of his body was intact, and his clothes and shoes were all in tatters. From this, we can imagine the danger under the abyss.

Watson thought for a while and replied: "Disciple, please rest for a few days first, and then go down the mountain to visit the small town after a while."

"You can't fall behind in practicing the Buddhist Box Kung Fu. It's not enough to polish your body. You can see the sky, the earth, and all sentient beings. You should understand this truth carefully..."

Watson nodded blankly, thinking that he didn't want to do anything now, so he should sleep for a day.

Liao Chen looked at him and said with satisfaction: "I'm afraid your sister would have never imagined that it's just the beginning of winter and you are already at the third level of Jindan. What if it's next spring or autumn?"

Watson was speechless for a moment, thinking that if he could fight his way out of the situation, he wouldn't have to fight the demons under the abyss, he could just take those elixirs.

But this is what the young monk said to him. Now that the young monk has not left, he naturally dare not tell the master.

Even so, Master cannot go under the abyss.

"Master, don't worry. Disciple, don't worry. It's better to go down the mountain to see the sentient beings first. I have to buy some clothes...my sister left me some money before she left. That's enough."

Master also worked hard to cultivate, so how could Watson dare to ask for his money?

"That's very good. If you practice well under the abyss, I'm afraid you will be able to break through to the Nascent Soul in less than two years. This is something that neither your parents nor your master dare to think about."

Liao Chen sighed regretfully and said: "It's a pity that your parents have gone to travel around the world, otherwise they don't know how happy they would be."

Watson thought for a moment and said, "Disciple, I understand. Thank you, Master, for your concern over the years."

Watson missed his parents in his heart, and at the same time he was proud of his achievements despite his hard work. I wonder if that guy Tantai Xiaoyu will be so scared that he can't sleep well after learning about his cultivation level?

At this time, he had long forgotten that he still had a fiancée named Nalan Qiuxue who was above his head.

Liao Chen suddenly thought of something very important. He looked at Watson and said, "Also, only you and my master know about the things under the abyss, and your master uncle knows about it. Don't tell anyone else."

Watson thought for a moment and said, "Can't my sister do the same? What if my parents ask me about it later?"

Liao Chen was silent for a moment and then said: "Unless you completely eliminate the danger under the abyss, no one can tell it. If one more person knows, it will be more trouble."

Watson was stunned and thought, Master, do you want your disciples to be unsung heroes, walking in brocade clothes at night?

Little did Liao Chen know about Watson's little thoughts. Seeing that it was late at night, he waved and left: "If you have anything to do, come see me in the Buddhist hall." Before he could finish his words, the man had already closed the door and left.

Watching a pot of charcoal fire, Watson figured that when he went back to the small town at the foot of the mountain, he would have to buy a new pair of shoes for his master.

The cold wind is blowing outside the house. I wonder how my sister will explore in the ice and snow after going to Kunlun?

I had a lot of thoughts in my mind, my eyelids were as heavy as mountains, and finally I closed the door with a wave of my hand.

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The small town at the foot of Yunqisi Mountain is called Xiushui.

After two days on the mountain and two days of sitting in the hall, Watson finally decided to go down the mountain because the weather was fine.

This was also the first time he went down the mountain since coming to Yunqi Temple.

When he went up the mountain, he was still a boy suffering from old illnesses, and when he came down, he was already a young man in the golden elixir realm.

It wasn't until he was halfway up the mountain that Watson discovered something incredible, something that even Master Shichen had not noticed.

That is, his left leg has always been difficult to move, so that when he climbed Wentian Peak, he had to take the heavy left leg first every time.

But as I walked down the mountain, I stepped into the deep snow, and when I pulled it out, there was no heaviness at all.

He just looked at the hazy sky and couldn't help but roared as hard as he could.

The boy who fell off the cliff with only half his life left, after years of pain, being coldly looked down upon by his sister, ridiculed by Tantai Xiaoyu, and ignored by Nalan Qiuxue.

Finally, after practicing hard under the abyss, he regained his former appearance.

Tears were falling quietly, and Watson walked happily down the mountain through the wind and snow.

He is going to buy some new clothes, the snacks that his sister likes to eat, and he is going to buy a few kilograms of spiritual tea for his master. Now Watson is no longer a young man who cannot afford to die for ten cents.

There are not many people in Xiushui Town, and due to the wind and snow, people who have nothing to do hide in their homes to light fires to keep warm, allowing Watson to see a clean, clear town.

Although Watson had gold coins on his body, he did not want to spend them. After all, these were given to him by his sister, and some belonged to Tantai Xiaoyu. He wanted to keep these gold coins.

As a testimony to the lowest point in his life.

He did not rush to find a shop selling clothes, nor did he think about filling his stomach. Instead, he found an old grocery store.

The sign outside the door said "Old Store" with a smoky and fire-roasted smell. After walking around and finding no obvious drug store, Watson had no choice but to step into the grocery store.

After entering the store, the shopkeeper thought Watson was a junior monk from Yunqi Temple.

So I introduced him: "Little master, we have a new batch of cotton cloth that is stronger and cheaper than silk. Do you want to buy some? We can also customize monk robes for you."

Watson shook his head and said, "I want cloth woven from linen, which is more durable and stronger than cotton."

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man. He looked at Watson and said, "So that's it? It's just that the linen ones are more expensive than the cotton ones. Look at the price."

Watson thought for a moment, frowned and said, "Don't worry, I can find a place to sell two elixirs first, and then come to you to order some clothes."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was overjoyed and said quickly: "We also accept elixirs. You might as well bring them and I'll sell them for you at a price, guaranteed to satisfy you!"

After saying that, he walked out of the store and looked around. Seeing no pedestrians coming, he invited Watson into the small living room inside.

Watson was delighted and said with a faint smile: "Is it possible that there are still bandits in Xiushui Town?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, looked at him and said: "Be careful in sailing the ship for ten thousand years. It's better for you and me to be more careful."

Watson thought that this was also the case. He also found it troublesome, so he took out the elixir wrapped in an old piece of clothing. When he opened it, he found five elixirs that were decades old, plus one elixir that was nearly two hundred years old.

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Thinking of buying some clothes for his master, Watson only used a century-old elixir to temper his body last time, but he wanted to sell the two-hundred-year-old elixir at a good price under the mountain.

I'll give some of the extra to my sister when she comes back, and then I can repay Tantai Xiaoyu's favor.

Living a life owing favors is not a comfortable thing for Watson.

The shopkeeper frowned for a year as he watched Watson take out the elixir that was less than a century old. He had no shortage of such elixirs.

It wasn't until Feng finally looked at the last two-hundred-year-old elixir that his eyes lit up and he softly exclaimed: "When did this mountain have a two-hundred-year-old elixir?"

After speaking, he gently picked up the elixir, sniffed the soil on it and laughed.

The soil on the roots was still moist. It was clearly a treasure that had just been picked. He could continue to cultivate it as long as he thought of a way.

This is more valuable than reselling it. If your family gets into trouble, you can use it for your own use.

Watson was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and said with a smile: "Of course it is produced on the mountain, the shopkeeper just accept it or not. Don't ask about the origin of this elixir."

In his opinion, if it was not difficult for him to die for a penny, he would never be able to sell such a magical medicine.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Look at my excitement, I said the wrong thing. It is rare for me to see a treasure. This product is good, and the price is naturally good."

Watson was waiting for his words, and then asked calmly: "I know that such medicine is difficult to find in the mountains. It has only been less than five days since I picked it up. If the shopkeeper doesn't mind it, you can find a safe place to continue cultivating it."

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The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "That's right, let's not worry about it. Each of these five elixir plants will give you two gold coins. This is a treasure. How about I give you five hundred?"

Watson thought that he was afraid of poverty, so he finally made up his mind to pick a two-hundred-year-old elixir, but it couldn't be cheaper.

After thinking for a while, he said: "It adds up to six hundred coins. I have to buy some things from you. How about the price?"

"That's it. Since this elixir is so fresh, that's it."

Even so, the shopkeeper still whispered in a low voice: "Next time you have such a treasure, you have to think of me, and the price will not be less for you."

Watson smiled, looked at him and said, "I want to make some sturdy clothes. If it is convenient for you to go to the mountain and measure my master's size, he will also need it."

The shopkeeper was startled when he heard this, raised his head and looked at Watson, as if it was hard to believe that this beautiful young monk, after making money, was still thinking about the old monk in the temple, and for a moment he forgot to answer.

Watson smiled and said: "Don't worry, my master is the abbot Master Chen. I don't want much, you can do the math and deduct it all, and give me the rest."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper laughed and said, "I'll take care of that. I just bought a batch of boots made of animal skins before it started snowing. The young master can try them."

Watson nodded and said quietly: "I want a few pairs of boots that fit my feet, and a few pairs of cloth shoes for my master. I'll write to you about the other things."

Watson stayed in the grocery store for an hour before and after, and finally spent one hundred gold coins, leaving five hundred after deductions.

I made an appointment with the shopkeeper to send the finished clothes to the temple for the master on another day, and at the same time, I made a tailor-made linen monk's robe made of the same material as myself.

There is also an old monk with a white beard, and everyone is happy with the elixir.

After buying what he wanted, Watson said goodbye to the shopkeeper and then walked around the town.

After eating two bowls of beef noodles, he was so hungry this time that he ate two bowls in one go.

I bought a big bag of snacks and spiritual tea, thinking that now the master would no longer have to drink crude tea and wear open-toed shoes.

As for these snacks, I will go into the abyss again soon. With these things, my life will not be too lonely.

By the time he finished all the errands, walked around the town and was about to head up the mountain, it was already half past time.

It was windy and snowy, so it would probably take an hour to go up the mountain.
Chapter completed!