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"Get out, I have no money!"
“Benefactor, as long as you are willing to donate some money to help this humble monk rebuild the temple, Buddha will surely bless you.”
"How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? I really don't have any money. Go find someone else!"
“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, I see that you have a connection with the Buddha. If you donate any money, I will silently recite the Heart Sutra to bless you and wish you good fortune throughout your life.”
Song Zhirang and Fahai quickly entered into a tug-of-war, one insisting that he give them alms, and the other insisting that he had no money.
The two sides entered a protracted war.
After looking at it for a while, Shen Zhao lost interest and began to focus his divine sense on studying the Primordial Eight Trigrams Plate he had obtained in the Fuxi Abyss.
Half an hour later, with the helmsman's command of "Weigh anchor!", the Sky Flying Boat slowly took off, and at an altitude of a thousand meters, it began to fly towards the designated route.
First-time passengers on the airship curiously looked out the window, enjoying the comfort of being in the clouds.
The same applies to Su Yunying and Ding Bu'er.
but……
“Benefactor, I have been talking to you for so long, so please give me some money. Here’s what we’ll do: if you’re willing to give money, you can touch me. Come on, touch me.”
"Are you out of your mind, you bald monk? Why would I touch you? Get the hell away from me right now."
"Touch me and I'll bring you good luck."
I'm really impressed by these two old men. They've been rambling on for almost an hour now, and they still haven't finished.
Shen Zhao was truly moved by Fahai's perseverance.
"Alright, alright, take it!"
After much persuasion, Song Zhirang had no choice but to throw out one or two taels of gold, which finally managed to send Fahai away.
Perhaps after much persuasion, Fahai, having received the money, found a place to sit cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and entered a meditative state.
Just then, a middle-aged man sitting in front of Shen Zhao shouted, "Help! Help!"
"What's wrong?"
Soon, a crew member wearing shorts came in to inquire.
The middle-aged man pointed to the old woman beside him and said, "This is my mother's first time riding a flying boat. She feels nauseous. Could you please open the window?"
The crew looked over and saw an old woman beside them covering her mouth with her hand, looking like she was in pain.
So he thought for a moment and said, "Would you like to upgrade to first class? The upgrade fee is fifteen spirit stones."
On this voyage, the fifty first-class seats were not yet full, and the crew was eager to attract business, since they would earn a considerable commission for each first-class customer they brought in.
"Fifteen spirit stones?"
The middle-aged man took out his storage card and glanced at it, only to find that it contained a few dozen spirit crystals. He shook his head with a troubled expression and said, "No, no."
The crew member's expression changed immediately. Just as he was about to leave, Shen Zhao spoke up: "Upgrade, you must upgrade. I'll pay for the upgrade."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately turned to look at Shen Zhao.
"Master Chen, are you kidding me? We don't have many spirit stones left."
Ding Bu'er hurriedly tried to stop Shen Zhao's magnanimous behavior.
He didn't want Shen Zhao to be born into a family inferior to his elder brother; he was destined to be that way.
The middle-aged man's face lit up with joy, but he declined, saying, "How can this be? No need, no need."
Shen Zhao said, "Brother, give me your spirit stone card."
The middle-aged man immediately handed the spirit stone card to Shen Zhao.
The next moment, Shen Zhao smiled knowingly, took out a pen, and quickly drew a few strokes on the spirit stone card.
Just when everyone thought they were about to start using the loan scheme again, Shen Zhao slowly raised his hand holding the card and calmly called out, "Genshin Impact, activate!"
But then Shen Zhao drew a Genshin Impact symbol on the card, and it looked incredibly lifelike.
"I f***ing..."
The entire steerage was speechless. What the hell was this?
The middle-aged man's face immediately turned a purplish-red.
"Brother, what do you mean by this?"
Shen Zhao snorted lightly: "I just thought the atmosphere was too dull, so I wanted to lighten it up, but..."
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with amusement, then glanced at the old woman beside him.
"Shouldn't you also reveal your identities?"
"Young man, I don't understand what you mean..."
The middle-aged man's eyes darted around, as if he had been discovered.
"Speak, are you from the Blood Fiend Sect or a spy from Blood Shadow City? I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise you'll suffer when things start to get tough."
“Young man, we are just ordinary mortals. I’m taking my mother to visit relatives in Lingzhou…”
“Lingzhou is only three thousand miles from here. Renting a carriage will take at most ten days and cost no more than ten taels of silver. Why spend ten thousand taels of gold to take this flying boat?”
"No, young man, I'm only taking care of my mother, aren't I?"
"Oh, an ordinary family might not be able to afford a single spirit stone in their entire life, and you've produced two in one go. That's quite ordinary of you."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, and his expression changed slightly.
"Furthermore, this spirit stone card is much more expensive than a storage bag. This card alone is worth ten spirit stones, and it is impossible for anyone but someone from a powerful sect to possess it."
"Even so, how can you be so sure I am a member of the Blood Fiend Sect?"
"The Blood Fiend Sect and Blood Shadow City's techniques are similar in principle. Their effects of refining blood, tempering bones, and forging tendons require the assistance of human blood to achieve twice the result with half the effort. You and the person next to you exude a strong bloody aura. Do you think I can't smell it?"
"Furthermore, this technique has a flaw before it is fully mastered: it prevents one from climbing high places. You mentioned your mother felt nauseous."
But you probably don't know this: for ordinary people, a flying boat is no different from flat ground indoors, and there's absolutely no way they would experience vomiting. Only those who practice evil arts would have this reaction.
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