Qin Luo traveled to a world of cultivation where demons ran rampant. To protect himself, he came to the Dragon and Tiger Monastery to learn from a master, only to find out that his master was a swi...
"Ziyue, come down the mountain with your master for a stroll."
"Alright!"
Zi Yue beamed with joy, thinking that her master only took her down the mountain; it seemed that her master liked her the most.
Before leaving, Zhang Fulong coughed and said, "Cough cough, remember to take your money with you."
Zi Yue immediately understood that her master liked her money, and couldn't help but purse her lips. She hadn't been down the mountain recently and was quite eager to experience the atmosphere of the market at the foot of the mountain.
Pilgrims had already come to the Taoist temple to offer incense. Qin Luo and Jin Yan stayed at the temple, while Zi Yue followed Zhang Fulong down the mountain.
Zhang Fulong was dressed in a golden Taoist robe and hat, holding a whisk, looking every bit the otherworldly immortal. The people on the road bowed and greeted him.
Ziyue carried a bamboo basket on her back.
She planned to buy some daily necessities to take home.
At the foot of the mountain.
The first one was a congee shop.
It is the most conspicuous building at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing the sign for free, Zhang Fulong's lips curled up slightly, and he swaggered into the porridge shop.
Zhao Qing'er's pretty face showed slight surprise. She quickly stepped forward to welcome him, "Master Zhang, would you like some porridge?"
"Give me a bowl of porridge. I'd like to know how good this free porridge is," Zhang Fulong said grandly, but all he really wanted was to drink porridge for free.
Her senior brother had told her not to take advantage of others, so Ziyue didn't go into the porridge shop. Instead, she wandered around the market alone with her bamboo basket on her back.
Originally, many people rested at the porridge shop, feeling embarrassed to drink the porridge. But when they saw Master Zhang from Longhu Temple drinking the porridge, they stopped being so polite and their behavior was corrupted by him.
Inside the congee shop.
Everyone is praising Master Zhang.
In the market, hunters were selling wild game, including rabbits, pheasants, and wild boars. Ziyue originally wanted to buy some meat to take home, but she didn't want to trouble her senior brother, so she gave up the idea.
An old woman was selling shoes by the roadside. Ziyue remembered that Jin Yan didn't have any shoes to wear, so she immediately went to the stall and chose a pair of cloth shoes that were about the same size as her own.
"Grandma, how much is this?"
"Little fairy, no need to pay, it's a gift for you."
The old woman with gray hair recognized Ziyue as a cultivator from the Longhu Temple, but she dared not ask for money.
Ziyue said seriously, "No, I can't take them for free. How much do these shoes cost?"
Seeing her insistence, the old woman smiled and said, "Little fairy, you can give me whatever you think is appropriate."
"......"
Zi Yue was speechless. She wasn't someone who acted casually. "Mother-in-law, what's your usual price?"
"Twenty coins a pair."
"I want it."
Ziyue took out twenty copper coins. Although she was a little reluctant, she still spent the money to buy them.
Since she had bought shoes for her junior brother, she couldn't forget her senior brother, so Ziyue picked out another pair.
"Are these shoes also twenty coins?"
"These pairs cost twenty-five."
"I want it."
"Thank you for your patronage, little fairy."
The old woman's face lit up with a smile.
Ziyue put the two pairs of cloth shoes into the bamboo basket. She glanced back at her master, who was drinking porridge, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Never mind, I'll buy them for Master next time."
Ziyue felt a pang of heartache at spending forty-five coins, more than all the money she had spent before combined.
I need to treat myself.
Ziyue planned to buy herself some delicious food.
A sudden commotion arose from the crowd.
"Look, everyone!"
"There are immortals."
Zi Yue looked up and saw a middle-aged man in black riding the wind, followed by two cultivators riding swords. They were flying towards the direction of Longhu Temple.