Cheng Buzheng is sitting cross-legged on the futon!
After a long time.
Only then did he open his eyes, which were bright and clear, and it seemed that his condition had returned to its peak.
immediately.
He turned his gaze and landed on the center of the dozens of whirlwinds.
At this point, the liquid has solidified.
With a wave of his hand, the whirlwind dissipated.
Various spiritual materials were put into his storage bag.
At the same time, rows of jade boxes appeared in front of him.
The jade box opens automatically without wind.
Pieces of vibrant and colorful spiritual materials lie quietly in the jade box.
A thought moved my mind.
The pieces of spiritual materials in the jade box were arranged in an orderly manner and shot into the Great Desert Furnace.
The seal is printed.
The fire is raging.
Cheng Buzheng watched calmly. The large desert furnace in front of him showed no other movements except the dancing of his hands.
The temperature of the ground fire changes with the change of the seal.
Time passed day by day.
Just when Cheng Buzheng was sitting quietly in the weapon refining room, refining the soul puppet and teleportation array disk.
Immortal Alliance City, Teleportation Hall.
A middle-aged monk with an elegant appearance walked out. Although he had a calm demeanor, he was actually a monk at the peak of Qi training.
He took a look at the bustling Xianmeng City. Although he had a warm smile on the surface, he was scolding him in his heart.
Black, too dark.
One teleportation actually cost half a year's income of the Mortal Building.
If it is not necessary in the future, it will never be sent again.
Um!
No, the ancestor is not short of these spiritual stones.
In the future, if you have something to do, you should ask me to come to Minghua Fairy City. My wealth is not enough.
The elegant middle-aged monk, cursing in his heart, walked towards a certain destination.
An hour later.
The middle-aged monk came to a row of attics and walked straight to one of the attics.
In this attic, there are a few bright characters written on the plaque above, 'Dongfu Rental Pavilion'.
The middle-aged monk entered the hall and saw a few monks who were handling the handover of the cave.
He glanced at the monks inside the window.
suddenly.
His steps changed and he walked straight towards a window.
There was a young monk sitting inside, and there were older monks in the other windows.
Judging from his many years of negotiation experience, as long as they are not arrogant and domineering monks, those with younger faces in the world of immortality are always easier to negotiate with than those with older faces.
Especially, monks in the Qi training period.
Although he doesn't usually take care of things as a boss, he has also dealt with many quarrels and disputes.
There is still a certain level of negotiation experience.
The middle-aged monk came to an empty window with a warm smile on his face.
The young monk sitting inside was drowsy.
"Bro!"
The middle-aged monk shouted softly.
The sound was neither loud nor quiet, and it just disturbed the sleepiness of the young monk.
The sleepy young monk was not angry because of this. After all, this position was very important and had abundant salary, especially when he often received high-level monks.
Therefore, attitude is very important.
When they took up their posts, the old monks who trained them emphasized this point in particular and even gave a few examples.
It is precisely because of this that no monk dares to neglect him.
The monks who can rent a cave in Xianfu Lingshan are not ordinary monks.
After all, few monks would be willing to rent a cave, especially since this is the Immortal Alliance City and there are giant spiritual veins here.
The price, of course, won't be cheap.
Thinking of this, the young monk showed a smile and said:
"Does this fellow Taoist want to rent a cave?"
The middle-aged monk had a smile on his face, shook his head and said:
"That's not true?"
When he saw the young monk, he looked a little confused and then said:
"Fellow Taoist, one of my ancestor's friends practices here, so I would like to ask you to help find out where the cave is."
As he spoke, several spiritual stones rolled out from the middle-aged monk's wide sleeves.
See this.
The young monk's expression changed. This was against the rules and regulations of the cave management pavilion. If any trouble occurred, he would be the unlucky one.
What's more, just a few spiritual stones want me to violate the principles of life and work.
Who do you look down on?
But, how about extorting a dozen spiritual stones?
According to the elders, it should be possible, otherwise we would ask the monks from the Dharma Protector Department to arrest him.
Forget it, if he encounters a character who is not easy to mess with, he will be the unlucky one in the end.
That’s it, that’s it!
In the blink of an eye, many little calculations flashed through his mind, and he finally chose to settle the matter.
When the middle-aged monk saw the change in the young monk's expression, he seemed to have thought of something, and then said:
"Brother, don't get me wrong."
"I'm really here to look for someone, not to find out the details."
"My name is Jiang Liu. My ancestor's good friend, that senior is named Jiang Du."
"That senior should have left a message."
"Brother, you might as well take a look."
Cheng Liu said with a smile on his face.
See this.
The young monk glanced at Cheng Liu suspiciously, and when he saw the other party's vow, he believed it.
Immediately, he opened his mouth and said:
"Hold on!"
As he spoke, he took out a jade slip and examined it with his spiritual consciousness.
Lean less.
The young monk put down the jade slip in his hand, only then was he sure.
There is indeed a message in the jade slip, and the name is exactly what the person said.
According to the jade slips, the monk named Jiangdu actually rented a Grade C cave, which was only available to Jindan monks.
Unexpectedly, the ancestor of this seemingly amiable middle-aged monk turned out to be a real Jindan.
Otherwise, the ancestor of this family and the monk he befriended would not be a golden elixir monk.
Different levels, different circles!
Immediately afterwards.
The young monk told Cheng Liu the location of the cave where Cheng Buzheng, whose name was Jiang Du, was located.
During the conversation, the young monk's gaze was directed towards the spiritual stones on the table, intentionally or unintentionally.
See this.
Cheng Liu smiled slightly and said:
"Thank you for the convenience, little brother. Just consider these few spiritual stones as my reward!"
"Don't forget to postpone."
Small favors are always the best way to solve small troubles.
Even sometimes those small favors will yield unexpected rewards.
Therefore, over the years, Cheng Liu has become more and more comfortable and familiar with using such small means.
Immediately afterwards.
Cheng Liu said goodbye to the young monk and turned around to leave.
The young monk looked at Cheng Liu's back and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"As expected of a monk from the Golden Pill Immortal Clan."
“The tutor is so good!”
"Even if he is a Qi Practitioner, not only does he not have the slightest hint of arrogance, but he is like a refreshing breeze."
"As expected of a big family."
After sighing with emotion, the young monk smiled and put away some spiritual stones on the table.
His movements are very skillful, and you can see that he does them frequently.
This is also usually a source of oil and water.
the other side.
After leaving the attic, Cheng Liu didn't delay and walked straight to the cave where Cheng Buzheng was.