The Taoist priests in this world are truly lacking in martial ethics.
Looking at the people who feared him like tigers, Bai Cang suddenly remembered something.
He remembered that in his previous life, when he was a child, he had visited a hardcore Taoist temple. A couplet hanging at the entrance left an indelible impression on his young mind.
The first line is: "With the left hand, I offer incense to the Three Pure Ones."
The second line reads: "Right hand holding a gun to protect the people."
There was no horizontal scroll, but above the main gate, where a horizontal scroll should have been hung, there was a small wooden plaque with peeling paint.
The bold and powerful characters above always look brand new, and are carefully painted over with red paint every year.
The inscription reads: "Model of the War of Resistance Against Japan, Unyielding Fortress!"
I heard that even during the special period when F4 was causing a ruckus, not a single junior member dared to smash up the Taoist temple or show disrespect to the old Taoist priests in the temple who were either missing an arm or a leg or blind in one eye.
Everyone who comes to offer incense is filled with heartfelt reverence and admiration.
Although Bai Cang had never met those old Taoist priests who still possessed great power, he had grown up listening to their stories.
Even in 2024, before the time travel, the elderly in my hometown were still telling the younger generation about their heroic deeds.
Heroes live on forever and should be remembered forever!
Coming from the people, returning to the people; descending the mountain in times of chaos to bring peace to the world; retiring to seclusion in times of prosperity to cultivate longevity.
This is the true demeanor of a Taoist master.
Bai Cang thought to himself, then looked up at the young man surrounded by the crowd, "You are Liang Xiaoshan?"
The young man was robust, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, dark skin, and a square face that gave him a somewhat honest appearance.
However, the shrewdness that occasionally flashed in his eyes indicated that he was no ordinary person.
"Reporting to the Daoist Master: I am Liang Xiaoshan!"
Liang Xiaoshan looked at the boy in front of him, but dared not be negligent in the slightest. "My father's name is Liang Dashan, and my family has been mountain herders for generations..."
Seeing that the other party had a "simple and honest" appearance and deliberately spoke with a rural accent, which was completely contrary to Bai Cang's first impression of him.
However, he was too lazy to care about the other party's little schemes, and simply said, "Take out whatever good stuff you have and let me see it."
As the saying goes: "He may look like a pig, but he is wise in his heart."
A truly intelligent person, if they want to conceal their abilities, will never let you see the slightest bit of their shrewdness.
For example, in Bai Cang's previous life, he was jokingly called "Pig Section Chief" by netizens, and was ridiculed as "Horse Section Chief" for several years.
Those who once mocked him, after growing older and gaining more experience, and having been toughened up by society, now look down on him with awe at his "god-like" actions.
Liang Xiaoshan may not lack the cunning and fierceness of mountain people, but in the end he has never seen the world. Although he is shrewd, his skills are too shallow and he cannot fool those who are interested.
"Brother Liang, if you have anything good, hurry up and bring it out. I have plenty of money."
"Yes, Brother Shan, the young Taoist is very fair when it comes to buying things. He pays double the price of the pharmacy."
"It's rare to find such a kind-hearted Taoist priest, so you mustn't miss this opportunity."
“…”
The villagers watching nearby quickly offered their advice.
Their words, however, were automatically translated by Bai Cang'er as: "Fat sheep, slaughter them quickly, they're stupid and rich!"
However, Bai Cang didn't care: money is just an external thing.
Even if they offered an "astronomical price," Bai Cang would only earn less. Earning dozens of times the profit through tears and blood was not worth mentioning at all.
Liang Xiaoshan was also moved by what he heard, but he did not act rashly.
Moreover, he took a closer look at Bai Cang, his nostrils twitching slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he carefully took out an object wrapped in red cloth from his bosom.
Then, dismiss the people around him and slowly unfurl the red cloth on the ground.
In an instant, a loud "whoosh" was heard, and everyone around gasped as they took a deep breath of the spicy hot pot.
"It's actually purple ginseng?"
"Its condition is so perfect, could it be a precious medicine?"
"Judging by his build, he probably weighs at least eight ounces, right?"
"Even a hundred-year-old ginseng can't compare to such a top-grade medicinal herb..."
"That's not all. Look at these ginseng whiskers, don't they look like dragon whiskers? This is the legendary Dragon Whiskers Purple Ginseng..."
"As expected of the youngest veteran in Daliu Town, who else but Brother Shan could find such a precious medicinal herb as Dragon Beard Purple Ginseng?"
“…”
The people around were all talking at once, praising Liang Xiaoshan and explaining the preciousness of this ginseng.
Upon hearing this, Liang Xiaoshan also showed a proud expression, looking around with the self-satisfied air of a fisherman who had been lost in the neighborhood for three days and three nights. "Top-grade purple ginseng, weighing eight taels and seven mace, a genuine superior medicine!"
Seeing this, Bai Cang couldn't help but chuckle to himself: Who said the mountain people were simple and honest?
This "dog-lifting technique" requires at least ten years of practice to use so skillfully.
However, he didn't care about any of that, and just put on an arrogant attitude of "not short of money," saying, "This purple ginseng, I want it, name your price."
As the saying goes, seven ounces is ginseng, and eight ounces is treasure.
Such a fine eight-ounce ginseng truly deserves the name of a top-grade precious medicine.
Moreover, this is purple ginseng, a precious medicine that can only be born by absorbing the purple energy of the rising sun in a sunny place.
As is well known, ginseng prefers shade and grows mostly in cool, humid places. Very few ginseng can grow in sunny places, and those that transform into purple ginseng are extremely rare.
Even if this purple ginseng hasn't "become a spirit," it's still comparable to many low-grade spiritual medicines.
Therefore, Bai Cang was determined to succeed and was mentally prepared to suffer a huge loss.
However, faced with Bai Cang's "generosity," Liang Xiaoshan's eyes darted around, and he said, "I don't want money!"
"It's free?"
Bai Cang looked at Liang Xiaoshan with some doubt, a chill running through him. "Then what do you want?"
Free things are the most expensive. Is this guy trying to use this purple ginseng as bait to set a trap and kill me?
"I want the elixir!"
Liang Xiaoshan blurted out, "I've heard that the Sanyin Temple has a kind of Great Nourishing Pill, which is worth ten thousand taels of silver per pill. I don't ask for much, just three, no, five Great Nourishing Pills will do."
Hey, that's it? I thought you wanted to kill me.
Bai Cang chuckled and casually tossed over a porcelain bottle. "There are nine large health-preserving pills inside. Consider the extras as a deposit."
"If you come across any more of these precious medicines in the future, remember to have someone notify me. Just mention Bai Cang from the Pharmacy to the guest master."
Having said that, Bai Cang flicked his sleeves, immediately picked up the purple ginseng, and turned to leave.
It's just a simple health-preserving pill; the cost price is less than eight hundred taels of silver.
If this purple ginseng were bought from the pharmacy's storeroom, the "cost price" would be at least 80,000 taels of silver.
If he slowed down even a step, Bai Cang was afraid he would burst out laughing.
However, when he returned to the Sanyin Temple and arrived at the entrance of the medicine hall, his joy turned to sorrow.
A middle-aged Taoist priest with a gloomy face and a short red beard was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him.
"You're Bai Cang?!"
[Seeking a free gift, thanks to the strawberry-loving crow!]
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