Chapter 88 Welfare
Zheng Fa felt like she had entered into an unhappy arranged marriage.
He and the fat senior brother seemed to be speechless.
"Excuse me, what is your name, senior brother?" Zheng Fa took the initiative to break the awkward silence.
"Han Qi." The fat senior brother also adjusted his expression, exhaled, stood up, and said to Zheng Fa: "I will take you to get the life card."
Zheng Fa followed him out.
After a tiring journey yesterday, he only caught a quick glimpse of Jiushan Sect and had no time to observe it carefully. After taking a look around today, he felt a little confused: he lived at the entrance of the valley, which was also the most prosperous place in Jiushan Sect. Starting from the dock, there was a constant flow of people.
The west side of the valley entrance seems to be a residential area. Zheng Fa lives here. He lives in a small courtyard, which is considered a high-end building in this area.
Half of the buildings in this residential area are bungalows where you can see the back door from the front door.
The distances between houses are very small and the architectural styles vary, making the entire residential area look crowded and messy.
The east side of the valley entrance is probably the market town, with six rows of similar small houses arranged neatly.
The sounds of hawking, talking, and bargaining came from the market.
Zheng Fa felt a bit familiar when he saw it. What he meant by familiar was that this place didn't look like a fairyland, but instead had too much worldly air.
What he couldn't understand was why these buildings were piled up at the mouth of the valley - looking from the mouth into the valley, the density of buildings in the valley was much lower, and it even looked like the land was vast and sparsely populated.
As if seeing his confusion, Han Qi laughed and said, "Junior brother, you probably don't know that outer disciples like me and those ordinary followers can only live at the entrance of the valley, and most of the houses can only be built by ourselves."
Zheng Fa understood - Oh, a village in the city.
"Only inner disciples who have established their foundation can live in the valley. Here..." He pointed to the dozens of small courtyards closest to the valley entrance and said, "Those are the residences of the inner disciples."
...a high-end residential area.
"As for the true disciples or elders in the Jindan stage, such as Senior Sister Zhang, they can live at the foot of the mountain."
...villa area.
"Only Yuanying Zhenren can live in the mountains."
...Hilltop Garden.
"But what's the point of dividing it this way?" Zheng Fa still couldn't quite understand. After all, apart from face, there wasn't much difference.
"Spiritual veins." Han Qi's tone was a little cold: "The closer you are to the innermost part of our Jiushan Sect's formation, the richer the spiritual energy. We, the lower-level disciples, don't even have the qualifications to take in an extra breath of spiritual energy."
“……” Zheng Fa could really understand why Senior Sister Zhang said that the lower-level disciples were full of resentment.
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Han Qi seemed to realize that his dissatisfaction in his previous two sentences was a bit obvious, so he didn't say much. He just took Zheng Fa to the valley and said, "Today we have to go to the General Affairs Hall to get your life card, and then go to the Sutra Pavilion to choose a martial arts method for you."
"yes."
Zheng Fa was grateful, mainly to Senior Sister Zhang - it was really convenient to have a senior brother leading the way.
As they passed the valley entrance, Zheng Fa noticed something different.
There are a dozen small buildings standing behind the valley entrance, some of which have signs hanging on them, obviously they are shops.
Compared with the small houses in the market town, these small buildings are extremely superior in both scale and location.
"Brother? This is..."
"That's the Wan Fu Pavilion, which was opened by our Jiushan Sect and specializes in selling spiritual talismans. That's the Jiu Zhuan Pavilion, which is opened by the Qingmu Sect and specializes in selling elixirs. That's the Bai Bao Lou, which is opened by the Chongyue Sect and specializes in selling magic tools..."
After Han Qi's introduction, Zheng Fa understood a little bit - the people in that market town were probably all self-employed, but these ten or so small buildings were all well-known chains of the Baixian League. Each store basically represented a sect, and the things inside were all high-end products.
What puzzled Zheng Fa was that this place was rather deserted.
"Brother Han, if the things here are good, why is there no business?"
Han Qi glanced at him and smiled: "You know that spiritual energy is declining, right?"
"Know."
"Over the past ten thousand years, the price of spiritual ink has increased, the price of spiritual grain has increased, the price of spiritual tools has increased, the price of spiritual talismans has increased...anything with spiritual energy is getting more and more expensive."
"No one can afford it?" Zheng Fa understood.
"But there is one thing that has been reduced in price..."
Han Qi pointed at a shop in the corner of the square with a strange look on his face. The business there was the best among the dozen or so shops, with people coming in and out from time to time.
"people."
"ah?"
"That's Xunfang Pavilion, opened by the Su Nu Sect... Well, I heard recently that the appearance and styles of the fairies there have improved a lot."
“…”
"Let's not talk about anything else. I heard that ten thousand years ago, people could get spirit stones for recruiting new disciples... but now the General Affairs Hall only gives gold."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Fa gained a deeper understanding of the current situation of Xianmen - prices have risen and wages have fallen. To sum it up in two words, it's a disaster.
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The General Affairs Hall is at the foot of a mountain near the entrance of the valley.
This is a main hall with two side halls.
"Uncle Fang, who is in charge of the fate cards, is arrogant and has some background, so he doesn't pay much attention to others. Junior brother, don't be reckless, just follow my instructions."
Zheng Fa knew that he meant well and nodded slightly.
Han Qi took Zheng Fa into the side hall on the right, where there was a middle-aged man with three long beards. He was sitting on a cushion, cross-legged with his eyes closed, meditating and practicing, slacking off in broad daylight.
Han Qi, on the other hand, kept a very humble attitude - he did not call out to this person, but pulled Zheng Fa and stood in the hall, waiting quietly.
It was not until nearly half an hour later that the middle-aged man gently opened his eyes. Seeing the two people, he did not seem to be very surprised. He just said coldly: "New disciples?"
"Yes, please ask Uncle Fang to register this junior brother's life card."
"What's your name?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zheng Fa and asked casually.
"Zheng Fa."
“…Zheng Fa?” The middle-aged man was startled, and his legs jumped up from the mat and jumped directly to the ground: “Zheng Fa that Junior Brother Zhang brought back?”
"……yes."
"Hey, isn't this neglectful?" The middle-aged man patted Zheng Fa's shoulder, looking very enthusiastic; "Junior apprentice brother Zhang told me a long time ago that he was waiting for you... Why didn't you call me earlier?"
Zheng Fa slowly turned his head and looked at Han Qi beside him.
The middle-aged man also followed his gaze and looked at Han Qi.
Han Qi opened his mouth and finally squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "...blame me!"
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"Junior Brother Zheng, Junior Brother Zhang has already told me that since you have just entered the sect, you are considered an outer disciple. Your monthly allowance for the first ten years will be one spirit stone - this cannot be changed."
"ten years?"
“After ten years, if you cannot establish your foundation and become an inner sect disciple, you will have no spirit stones left…” The middle-aged man paused and said, “Given how much Junior-Martial-Nephew Zhang values you, this will not happen.”
Han Qi's face darkened.
“But Junior Brother Zhang said that you are the best talent in talisman making, so I asked you to give me an extra 100 pieces of talisman paper and two portions of spiritual ink every month. This is also limited in time, and will be gone in half a year.”
I am the best of all time!
Come to receive the scholarship!
That’s it?
Zheng Fa glanced at Han Qi standing next to him. Three words were written on his face: a lot of money! (End of this chapter)