Wang Fu was still thinking about calling Lu Hansheng and a few people from Tu Da University to go with him, but when he inquired about it, he found that none of his three roommates were there.
Tu Dayou and Tie Qingfa went home on vacation to settle their marriage.
Lu Hansheng, well, his wife is about to give birth, and the family is urgently recruiting her back.
Wang Fu feels that as a single, he has suffered a great deal of harm.
Speaking of which, the Thunder Fire Palace belongs to the Five Emperors sect, and marriages are not allowed. Many disciples worship in the palace in order to marry, have children, and pass on the incense.
With no other choice, Wang Fu had no choice but to work alone.
It is said that Yunyang Temple occupies a very large area, and there are thousands of Taoist disciples and servants in total.
Just like the university town in the previous life, a Taoist temple of this size can promote the development of a town even if it is built on wasteland.
There is a flat land half a mile away from Yunyangguan, surrounded by mountains and rivers. It has a unique geographical location and has gradually developed into a prosperous town.
I heard that many Taoist family members were arranged to live in the town, and many servants were recruited from the local area.
The town has everything you need for food, clothing, housing, food, drinks and entertainment. Some people even keep wives in the town. Of course, Wang Fu has only heard about it but has not seen it with his own eyes.
When Wang Fu arrived in the town, he had enough gold and silver, had a good meal, and went shopping to buy some miscellaneous things. He planned to ask Uncle Hu to bring food to him next time and ask him to take it home for his younger brothers and sisters to play with.
Before I knew it, half a day passed.
Wang Fu raised his head and looked at the sky. It was still early. According to Taoist rules, he had to look back before dark.
"Um!"
After lunch, he drank half a pot at the teahouse. He heard several fellow disciples mention in their chat that there was a place in town where Yunyang disciples who were on vacation gathered.
In the market, disciples take out unnecessary things and exchange them with other disciples, which is called exchanging what they have.
“Flea Market.”
Wang Fu burst out laughing. He didn't expect to encounter such an intimate venue. How could he not go?
…
"stop."
"One of our own."
"Which one is it from?"
"Thunder Fire Palace."
"Who are the teachers?"
"Currently, there are only two teachers, Professor Lu and Professor Ji Wu."
There is no secret code, just asking a few questions to determine whether you know the internal situation of Yunyang Temple.
Wang Fu was stopped and questioned, and after making sure he was not an outsider pretending to be an outsider, he was let in.
The layout in the market is simple. Many people simply spread a piece of cloth on the ground to display items for sale. Some also put wooden boards to declare that they would not sell for money but only exchange items.
"This is……"
Wang Fu walked a few steps and stopped at a place. In front of this senior brother was a pen. The tip of the pen was slightly bifurcated, which was obviously used.
"Junior brother, this is a fine Flying Squirrel Talisman Pen. I bought it and used it only ten times. I found that I have no talent and am just wasting things."
"If you want it, I'll give it to you 80% new, just one thousand taels."
Wang Fu shook his head. He recognized the Flying Squirrel Talisman Pen. After all, Taoist Jingting gave him five pens at once. He didn't expect this thing to be quite expensive.
The senior brother in front of him looks to be in his twenties. This pen is a considerable fortune to him.
"If you sincerely want to buy it, you can get it cheaper."
This is a rush for money!
Wang Fu shook his head, "Thank you so much, senior brother, I won't be able to use such a good one for the time being."
After saying that, he turned around and left. After walking a few more steps, he saw someone selling cinnabar and kept introducing them.
"This is top-grade cinnabar. It needs to be steamed and dried nine times to remove all impurities, and then ground in a white porcelain pestle and mortar."
"Then use a light gauze filter to sift back and forth seven or forty-nine times until all the cinnabar particles are as fine as dust and about the same size. Only then can it be achieved."
"Don't underestimate this shallow cup of cinnabar. It's only seven taels. If it's less than that, I won't sell it."
As he said that, the senior brother raised his hand and screamed around, "I can't use it, I can't use it.
Wang Fu took a look and saw that the texture of the cinnabar was not red, but mixed with a few yellows. The texture was not pure and could not reach the top grade. With the high-quality cinnabar provided by Jingting Taoist, he concluded that this junior brother had gone to
Put gold on your face.
When he left, the senior brother's cinnabar had not yet been sold.
After walking around for a few more times, I found that there were not many good things in the market. These disciples who came out to sell old things were all short of money, so naturally they didn't have any treasures.
If Wang Furu had not traded with Taoist Jingting, he might not have been able to buy anything good even if he had gold and silver.
"This thing is interesting."
Wang Fu stopped at a stall. There was nothing on the stall, but what he was interested in was the turtle shell pressed against the corner of the doily.
This tortoise shell is as big as a palm and heavy. Although it is not completely jade, it has a lingering jade light.
A conservative estimate would be at least four to five thousand years.
This is the oldest turtle shell that Wang Fu has come into contact with.
The only consumable material for his return trip was the turtle shell. Ever since he left Lao Gui, he hadn't received anything good.
After all, the quality of turtle shells bought from medicinal shops varies, some are hundreds of years old, and some are decades old.
Young turtle shells are tender and brittle and will break into pieces after just a few uses, which is very inconvenient.
"How can I sell this turtle shell?"
Wang Fu pointed directly at the turtle shell and explained his purpose.
This senior brother hasn't opened his shop for a long time, and there aren't many things in front of him that are eye-catching.
The sun was gradually setting in the west, and it seemed that it was another fruitless day. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu appeared.
"Junior brother, this turtle shell is an heirloom of my family."
He wanted to ramble on, but Wang Fu stopped him, "Stop making it up, just tell me how much you want to sell?"
"You have a keen eye for goods, so you will definitely know that they are good ones."
The senior brother gritted his teeth and stretched out a palm, "How about five hundred taels?"
Wang Fu shook his head, "Do you think I have so much money on me?"
"Then, three hundred?"
Wang Fu shook his head, stood up, and seemed to want to leave.
The senior brother was anxious and grabbed him, "Fifty."
"Cough cough cough."
Wang Fu coughed a few times and took out two talisman papers from his arms, "Take a look."
The senior brother picked up the talisman, his eyes glowing, "The dust-removing talisman, it's a good thing!"
That's right, in the world of practitioners, gold and silver are just measuring objects, and talismans are the hard currency.
Wang Fu took two dust-removing talismans casually, at least in his mind, they were only about fifty taels.
However, this senior brother didn't think so. The two dust-removing talismans added up to seventy or eighty taels. He became embarrassed and said, "I can't find it either!"
He pointed to the stall and said, "How about you pick a few more items."
"No need."
Wang Fu thought to himself that these junks would only take up space if they were taken back.
After saying that, he turned around and left. The senior brother was still curious and asked, "What do you want to buy this turtle shell for?"
"Boil Guiling paste."
The senior brother was stunned and kindly reminded, "This turtle shell is an old item. It has been stored for a long time and the fat will disappear. I'm afraid it won't work. It's best to buy fresh ones."
Still a warm-hearted person.
After Wang Fu left, he saw that it was getting late, almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time to set off back.
The market is already mostly empty, and many senior brothers are packing up their shops and leaving.
Seeing this scene, Wang Wangfu also had the intention of leaving. After taking a few steps, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.
The other party lowered the noise and said to Wang Fu in a low voice, "There is some low-priced grass-rooted dandelion, do you want it?"