Chapter 268 Chang'an City's No. 1 Dad

"I heard that the Immortal Wan Tong disappeared later?"

"Yes! I think Si Yin might have done it on purpose, hoping to force the Immortal Wantong away! If the Taiyin Sect hadn't suddenly intervened, I'm afraid he would have dealt with the secluded Golden Immortal Changyi next!"

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the bustling "Chang'an City Night Market".

Although the Chang'an City Night Market is called a "Night Market", it is no longer only lively at night. It is only this morning, but it is already crowded with people. Many monks who have come from far away set up stalls wherever they can. There are countless ordinary mortal vendors selling snacks and all kinds of new gadgets. Even many disciples of the Taiyin Sect push small wheelbarrows, and it is unknown what they are selling.

When Jingjiezi saw this scene, he looked left and right and couldn't take his eyes off it. He exclaimed sincerely: "What a spectacle!"

As I was sighing, a very handsome man came over. He looked a little cunning. He lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Is this your first time here? Would you like to try my milk tea that's so delicious that it makes you bleat? It's made with spiritual spring water! It's a specialty drink in Chang'an City! You can't get it anywhere else! And it's not expensive! Only three cents! You don't have to queue up! Otherwise, if you go to the YaYa milk tea shop and queue up, you'll have to wait for at least ten... cough, an incense stick of time!"

When Jingjiezi heard that the drink made from the spiritual spring water was a spiritual food! Only three coins a cup was not expensive, so he immediately wanted to buy two cups. Before he could do anything, he heard his friend next to him turn his face and scolded: "Why don't you go and rob? Three coins? The Yaya Milk Tea Shop only sells one silver, and you dare to sell it for three coins? What's your ID? I'm going to report you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, stop it! I'm not a player, I'm an NPC! Well, this is a new product! Of course it's more expensive! Besides, there are running errands and labor fees...Ahaha, if you don't want to buy it, then don't buy it. Well, I wish you two a happy game!"

The man evaded the point with a few perfunctory remarks, turned around and squeezed into the crowd. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the sea of ​​people. Jingjiezi heard his friend still cursing: "Bah! NPC! I don't believe you! Which NPC would say he is an NPC! The quality of these players is really getting lower and lower! They have fooled me! If I see him next time, I will dig out his ID! Humph!"

Jingjiezi, who had never seen Song Bozheng like this, was quite surprised: "Bozheng, what are you doing..."

“Brother Jing, let me tell you, the morals of these Taiyin Sect disciples are polarized. Some are very good, and some are very bad. If you are bullied, just go find the police in Chang'an City and report it! If you want to vent your anger, I'll teach you, you can also catch a few people who don't walk like normal people. They are like that, you see,” Song Bozheng said, pointing to a few monks who walked in a twisted or hopping manner, and then said, “They are Taiyin Sect disciples. Just find one of them, give them a mission, and then ask them to hunt down the Taiyin Sect disciple who bullied you. Just give them some rewards, even a bottle of Huiling Pills, and there will be many people willing to help!”

"Chase, chase, chase, kill!?"

Jing Jiezi was almost stunned when he heard this: "Looking for Taiyin Sect disciples, hunting down Taiyin Sect disciples!?"

"Well, they are immortal anyway, so it doesn't matter if I kill them a few times to vent my anger! And they are very willing to take on this kind of mission! I heard that the price of a Taiyin Sect disciple's head on the black market is one dollar! Converted to one spirit stone! Very worthless! Last time, a Taiyin Sect disciple stole my Qiankun bag. I spent ten dollars to find someone to guard his body for most of the day! Now he avoids me when he sees me! Humph!"

Jing Jiezi was amazed when he heard this: "Bo Zheng, it's only been a few years since we last met, and you've really changed a lot!"

Song Bozheng said: "Ah, maybe I am in a more open mood! To be honest, Chang'an City is really good. At least working in the research institute here is much higher than the monthly salary I get from Jiwei Sect. If my master hadn't been so good to me, I would have wanted to stop staying in Jiwei Sect a long time ago! I even persuaded my master to come here! It's a pity that he doesn't like this kind of place where human cultivators and demon cultivators live together! In my opinion, there is no difference between human cultivators and demon cultivators!"

The two chatted all the way and soon arrived at a barbecue restaurant selling large intestine sashimi. Although it was broad daylight, there were already quite a queue waiting for their number to be called. Monks did not know whether they were hungry or not, they would always eat whenever they wanted, so there was no peak meal time. As there were more monks than porridge, the several restaurants near the Chang'an City Night Market were always at peak times.

Although monks do not have the trouble of eating grains like ordinary mortals, they still need to find ways to use their spiritual power to help digestion and absorption and expel foul air when they eat too much, which is quite troublesome. But offering sacrifices to the five internal organs every now and then is still within the tolerable range, so most monks eat at any time. For example, the most popular duck milk tea shop, the barbecue restaurant selling large intestine sashimi, and the hot pot restaurants next door always have queues.

After receiving the number slip from the door attendant, Song Bozheng sighed, "Number 136, oh! The number of people has more than doubled in the past two days! I'll have to wait!"

This was the first time that Jingjiezi had seen this method, and he was quite curious. He asked, "Number 136? Does that mean we have to wait for 136 more people?"

Song Bozheng explained, "Oh, that's not the case. I mean, we've been in line since the barbecue restaurant opened this morning. But this barbecue restaurant is very small and opens late. It only serves about 200 tables of diners in the morning. Judging from the weather, there are probably only 80 or 90 tables. We have to wait!"

Jingjiezi asked again: "It's so delicious? Why are there so many diners queuing up? But why don't you send servants to queue up for you?"

"Hush! Don't say anything nonsense! There aren't any servants in Chang'an City! Even if there are, they are hired servants! And these restaurants and hotels are very strict in scalping the queues. If you queue up for someone else, your number will be invalid. You must queue up in person to eat!"

"What...what is 'scalper'?"

Before Song Bozheng could explain, a pair of monks, a man and a woman, came a few steps closer. The man interrupted with great interest and explained, "A scalper is a middleman! A ticket scalper! A ticket scalper! Or a smuggler or a black marketeer. We call most of them scalpers!"

Jingjiezi immediately bowed and said, "I see! I have never asked you for your advice..."

The male cultivator responded with a salute, "I don't deserve it! My name is Du Cihuai. Nice to meet you, fellow Taoist. I see you are also an alchemist? Which sect are you from? But is this your first time in Chang'an City?"

"My younger brother is Jing Chen, my Taoist name is Jie..."

Before Jingjiezi finished his polite words, Song Bozheng suddenly raised his voice and shouted in surprise and excitement: "Du Cihuai!? You are Du Cihuai!? The number one nanny in Chang'an City, Du Cihuai!?"

"Nurse...nurse what!? Daddy!?"