Su Zimu originally wanted to repeat his old trick and use his cooking skills to work as a chef in the caravan. However, after finding the manager, he realized that this was not a family-style caravan, but a group of small people.
The businessmen united and hired a bodyguard agency to protect both people and goods, and headed south to Jiangzhou.
Compared with the family-style caravans like Walking Fairy Place, they are just a grassroots team.
But having said that, the family caravans that have connections to and from Xianfang all have sect backgrounds. Looking at the world, this kind of grass-roots team is the mainstream.
Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. The escort is not only responsible for protecting it along the way, but also responsible for food and accommodation if it must sleep in the wild during the journey!
When Su Zimu heard this, wasn't this his opportunity?
But the escort agency has always provided its own cooks, and has no intention of hiring outsiders - how can food and drinks be allowed to come into the hands of outsiders with unknown origins?
I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and ask the escort agency if it still lacked escorts.
But the bodyguard position is also very important. How can one hire an outsider of unknown origin? Even the handymen in the team must have local people to come forward as guarantees, otherwise they will not even be qualified to join the bodyguard bureau.
Su Zimu didn't even know what to say. What the hell was this looking for as a handyman? This is the level of the Secrecy Bureau, right?
There was really no other way, so he had to buy some miscellaneous things and planned to join the caravan by pretending to be a merchant.
It turned out that those businessmen did not just get together casually. They were all acquaintances with each other and knew each other well.
From another perspective, it is mutual guarantee. At first glance, the structure seems loose, but in fact it is a tight small group.
The plan to join the group was shattered again.
Su Zimu held his breath in his chest and almost died of depression.
After being rejected several times in a row, the host of Su University got angry and went directly to the branch of Yunhai Pavilion in Yangling City.
He originally thought that cultivation was something far away from ordinary people. After entering Yangling City, he realized that it was not the case at all. The connection between monks and the people was very close. In this county alone, there were people from different sects.
There are three "offices" where monks from various major sects are stationed all year round.
According to the information obtained by Su Zimu from different channels, the purpose of sending monks there is threefold.
The first is to look for good talents with extraordinary talents, which can be directly included in the door wall without going through the entrance ceremony.
The second is to solve some unnatural events, catch demons and exorcise ghosts, etc., which are all within the business of the sect monks.
The third is to sell low and sell high. You can trade with sect monks for any magical symbols, magic weapons, elixirs, magical herbs, or spiritual herbs.
This is no longer a simple business transaction, but is equivalent to an interest group in the previous life.
Fortunately, there is more than one such sect, and the competition between them is not small. If one sect monopolizes all the business, it is hard to say what the consequences will be.
There is another most important task, which is to protect the safety of Yangling City.
If there were no sect monks stationed there, once the demon sect monks attacked, the consequences would be disastrous.
After Su Zimu learned the news, he even came to his door and planned to buy a flying sword.
Yunhai Pavilion does have business in this area, but when I heard the price, I immediately gave up.
Nothing else, it's too expensive unless you take out the Luoxia Sword and replace it.
However, the Luoxia Sword is a magic weapon. Regardless of whether it is sold or exchanged, the price will definitely be lowered. Whether it can be exchanged for the flying sword you like is still uncertain.
As soon as I walked into Yunhai Pavilion, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe came over and said, "Fellow Taoist, what's the purpose of coming to Yunhai Pavilion?"
Su Zimu bowed his hands and saluted: "Fellow Taoist, I wonder if there are any talismans about freezing. I would like to buy some."
He originally wanted to add a magic circle with a freezing effect to the Qiankun Bag to freeze all the things in it, but the largest Qiankun Bag in his hand only had a capacity of one foot square and could not hold much at all.
And this is already the best of the ordinary Qiankun bags.
If he sells everything he owns, he can buy another one that will grow easily, but his habit is to never put his eggs in one basket, so no matter how he calculates, the gains outweigh the losses.
After thinking about it, it would be easier to get a few magic talismans.
The scribe said: "Two spiritual stones for the low-grade ice talisman, four spiritual stones for the medium-grade ice talisman, and nine spiritual stones for the high-grade ice talisman. How many do you need?"
Su Zimu frowned and asked: "What is the effect of a low-grade product? What is the effect of a medium-grade or high-grade product?"
"The lower grade freezes three feet and lasts for a quarter and a half; the middle grade freezes seven feet and lasts two quarters; the upper grade freezes one foot and three feet and lasts half an hour."
Su Zimu didn't want to know this at all, but wanted to know how many degrees below zero these ice talismans could reach.
He thought for a moment and said, "Give me a low-grade ice charm first."
The attitude of the scribes did not change, and they did not show contempt for others just because Su Zimu bought less.
There are countless monks in this world, and no one knows whether today's unknown monk will, by chance, become a famous and shocking giant tomorrow.
Su Zimu put away the ice talisman and said again: "I dare to ask my friend, are there any magic pills for sale?"
The scribe's expression changed slightly: "Fellow Taoist wants to buy the Heavenly Demon Pill!"
His attitude suddenly became extremely blunt, which made Su Zimu confused. If he didn't, there wouldn't be. Who would he show his face to?
"Is there anything in the way?"
Seeing that Su Zimu didn't seem to be faking it, the scribe said: "The magic pill was overbearing that day. There were seven talented disciples in our sect who were assassinated by someone using the magic pill. The murderer has not been found so far. Fellow Taoist, do you think our sect will do it?"
Is there that kind of elixir?"
Su Zimu was immediately stunned.
Yes, the Heavenly Demon Pill is a life-saving medicine for him, but for other monks, it is a forbidden medicine with no solution.
The poison that seals one's throat with blood is only fatal, but the Heavenly Demon Pill destroys the foundation and disintegrates one's cultivation. For a monk, this is even more miserable than death.
He immediately held up his hands and said, "I'm being rude."
"It's okay." The scribe responded politely, but he didn't suspect Su Zimu. "I also want to ask my friend, do you buy the magic pill for your own use, or do you buy it for others?"
Su Zimu said: "To be honest, I am about to travel to Jiangzhou, but my cultivation level is shallow, so I plan to buy some life-saving elixirs."
The scribe frowned and said: "If it is just to save your life, our sect has a Burning Spirit Pill. Although it is not as domineering as the Heavenly Demon Pill, it can still play a big role. However, you will definitely become seriously ill afterwards. If you don't have the treasures of heaven and earth to make up for it,
The foundation of wear and tear can range from stagnant cultivation to complete loss of cultivation... I wonder what your intentions are?"
When Su Zimu heard this, he thought, okay, isn't this a weakened version of the Heavenly Demon Pill?
Better than nothing!
"I dare to ask my friend, how much is this burning spirit pill worth?"
"Twelve spiritual stones per grain."
Su Zimu's heart trembled.
His entire net worth is only more than seventy spiritual stones, and together he can only buy six.
