Although most of the time, Wei Er's mind is a bit blank, but he is not completely unable to read the air.
After nervously looking around two or three times, and sensing that the atmosphere was too awkward, he chuckled awkwardly a couple of times, then obediently shut his mouth and acted like a quail.
Realizing that his secrets had been completely exposed, Tang Sanzang looked extremely embarrassed.
He forced a smile, and like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, he sat upright and restrained on the sofa, cautiously glancing at everyone, and explained in a low voice, "...A monk does not lie. This humble monk has not deceived anyone, nor am I a fake medicine dealer... Although those pills were made with some rather unrefined ingredients, they do indeed have some effect in granting immortality..."
Seeing the look in Qin Shi Huang's eyes, Su Daji quickly coughed twice to interrupt him.
Not knowing the truth behind it, Tang Sanzang simply looked bewildered.
Yu Ningning, however, seemed completely unfazed. She raised an eyebrow with interest and asked, "The materials used are rather unrefined? May I ask what exactly they are?"
Seemingly finding it extremely difficult to speak, Tang Sanzang hesitated for a moment, glancing at everyone's expressions, before cautiously saying, "...It's some dead skin that this humble monk peeled off from his fingers when the weather was dry. Although the quantity isn't large enough to grant immortality, it's still considered part of Tang Sanzang's flesh and has some special effects..."
"Because this humble monk has few fingers and very little dead skin, the number of immortality pills I can make is extremely limited. Fortunately, there are also very few people willing to spend money to buy immortality pills..."
"So far, I have been fortunate enough not to have any interruptions in my offerings."
Is the dead skin peeled off your fingers used as an elixir of immortality?
This is even worse than the mud-rolled pills in Director Zhou's movies!
Isn't this a classic case of a fake drug dealer?
How dare this monk even try to defend himself?
Just as Director Wei Er was about to make a sarcastic remark, he noticed with a keen eye that no one was laughing. Instead, they all had thoughtful expressions, as if they were seriously considering the feasibility of the matter.
Su Daji even raised an eyebrow with a teasing tone and asked, "This eminent monk surnamed Tang, since you know that the amount of dead skin on your fingers is small, why didn't you think of using flesh and blood from other places to replace it?"
Tang Sanzang gave a timid and ashamed look: "...Well, this humble monk is really afraid of pain."
Wei Er: "Pfft..."
This monk is really cowardly, loves to lie, and is afraid of death!
But why isn't anyone laughing even though this fake drug dealer has come up with such a clumsy scam?
What happened?
Not noticing Wei Er's expression, Yu Ningning finally understood, revealing a strange look as she looked at Tang Seng and said, "You're quite frank, aren't you? Although to outsiders it might seem like a scam, since it's for survival and you have no other means of making a living, your actions can't be considered excessive..."
Tang Sanzang subconsciously showed a joyful expression: "The abbot is willing to accept this humble monk..."
At this moment, Qin Shi Huang, who had been silent all along, raised his head, looked directly at Tang Sanzang's face, and said, word by word, "...You just said that the little bit of dead skin and flesh on your body, although it has some beneficial effects on people, is not enough to make the person who eats it live forever."
"How much flesh from your body would be needed to make someone immortal?"
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