Chapter 17 Three Hundred Thousand
"Don't miss it if you pass by. Fortune telling is free!"
Gu Yuan, or rather Ji Yunzhou who was carrying Gu Yuan's body, was shouting boredly under the overpass.
There were several cups of milk tea next to him. The condensed water droplets on the walls of the cups slid down the plastic cups, leaving a circle of water stains on the folding table.
"Hey~ Isn't this the guy from yesterday? Is he selling milk tea today?"
Master Li, who was standing at the stall next to him and was known as the successor of Li Chunfeng, squinted his eyes and looked at Ji Yunzhou.
Master Li, a man in his early forties, wore an antique Taoist robe and had a sparse goatee. His stall was filled with all kinds of cheap amulets and feng shui ornaments.
Ji Yunzhou glanced at Master Li lazily and shook his head: "I don't sell milk tea, I'm a fortune teller. Do you want to buy a set? I guarantee the goods are genuine and the price is fair."
"Fortune-telling?"
Master Li sneered, short and sharp, with undisguised contempt.
He swept his eyes over Ji Yunzhou, from head to toe, and then back to head:
"What are you wearing? You don't even have a proper Taoist robe. You look like a freshly graduated college student. Fortune telling? I think it would be more appropriate for you to switch to selling milk tea. At least you look more reliable."
He smacked his lips, his goatee twitching, and he obviously felt that the young man in front of him was either mentally ill or out to cause trouble.
Ji Yunzhou was too lazy to argue with him, his eyes fell on the cups of milk tea: "I bought this milk tea for myself."
To be precise, it was bought for Gu Yuan.
Early this morning, while Gu Yuan was soundly asleep, he temporarily took control of this body and went to buy the signature milk tea that Gu Yuan had taken a few more glances at when he passed by the milk tea shop a few days ago.
When Gu Yuan wakes up, he can drink it.
Thinking of this, Ji Yunzhou's mouth corners unconsciously rose.
As a thousand-year-old ghost king, he no longer needs human food.
But Gu Yuan is different. That kid who is always so frugal and can't even afford to buy a cup of milk tea should like this surprise, right?
Master Li looked at "Gu Yuan" shaking his head and sighed secretly: "He's a handsome young man, but it's a pity that he's a fool. He tells fortunes while selling milk tea? And he's dressed so casually, without the aura of a "master" at all. Who would believe him?"
These days, packaging is very important!
Ji Yunzhou naturally didn't know what Master Li was thinking.
As a great Taoist priest who was once powerful, he became the Ghost King who practiced for a thousand years after his death.
His strength and vision have long surpassed those of ordinary people.
The talismans he drew personally, even the most basic ones for dispelling evil spirits or bringing peace, contained such tremendous spiritual power and pure Taoist rhyme that would leave ordinary cultivators dumbfounded.
How can a mere mortal understand its true value?
In his opinion, it was a great blessing for him to condescend to set up a stall under the overpass.
"Why is no one coming?"
After a while, Ji Yunzhou said depressedly.
Could it be that after thousands of years, people's vision has degenerated to this point?
Master Li sighed, "Young man, wake up! What era is this? Everyone believes in science and opposes feudal superstition! This business is already difficult to make a living in, and the competition is fierce. Besides..."
He paused and tapped Ji Yunzhou with his chin: "Look at your outfit, and then look at your stall. Just a few pieces of paper and a few glasses of water, not even a compass. Who would believe you are a true master? You have to maintain a 'professional image'!"
Ji Yunzhou: “…”
He looked down at his attire, which was indeed in stark contrast to the sage-like Master Li next to him.
He, the mighty Ghost King, actually lost to a charlatan in "professional packaging"?
"Handsome guy, what kind of talisman are you selling?"
A clear and curious female voice suddenly sounded.
Ji Yunzhou looked up and saw a young couple standing in front of the stall.
The girl was in her early twenties. She wore Buddhist beads on her wrist, an amulet around her neck, and a small bone ornament wrapped in red thread. It was obvious that she was interested in metaphysics.
The boy next to her had an impatient look on his face, and his eyes swept across Ji Yunzhou's stall with undisguised suspicion.
Ji Yunzhou's eyes lit up: "Would you like some talismans to ward off evil spirits and protect you? They're very effective."
Even the simplest talisman, drawn by him personally, is powerful enough to surpass those superficial "crafts" on the market. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a protective treasure.
"How much is each?"
The girl picked up a piece of talisman paper and looked at it curiously.
The cinnabar runes on the yellow paper glowed with a strange luster in the sunlight, and seemed to be flowing slightly as if they had life.
Ji Yunzhou pondered for a moment.
According to his true feelings, this talisman, which contained a trace of his original ghost power, was priceless in the world of cultivation, and three million for one was considered a bargain.
But Gu Yuan's shocked expression flashed through his mind...
Ji Yunzhou swallowed the astronomical figure for some unknown reason.
"Three hundred thousand."
He quoted a price that he thought was a "fire sale" and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What?"
"Three hundred thousand per ticket? You're a thief!"
The boy's exclamation and the girl's gasp sounded almost at the same time.
The boy roughly snatched the amulet from his girlfriend's hand and slammed it back on the table with a loud bang.
"A piece of scrap paper cost us three hundred thousand? Are you taking us for fools? Go away, leave this psychopath alone!"
The boy's face turned red, as if he had been greatly insulted.
The girl was reluctantly pulled away by her boyfriend, and before leaving she looked back at the talismans a few times.
She had a strange feeling that these talismans were different from those on other stalls and seemed to really have some kind of power.
But three hundred thousand is indeed too expensive.
"Young man, three hundred thousand for one talisman?"
Master Li was stunned. "How dare you ask that? No one would buy it for 300 yuan, let alone 300,000 yuan?"
He slapped his thigh, looking heartbroken and saying, "Young man, even if you're crazy about money, you can't cheat people like this! You have to be down-to-earth!"
"Three hundred thousand is pretty cheap, right? This isn't some junk you find on the street."
Ji Yunzhou snorted disdainfully.
Master Li's face turned pale and blue.
It was true that the items on his stall were all wholesale handicrafts, but he still felt embarrassed to be exposed so bluntly.
"You...what do you know! You don't know the value of things! Young people nowadays have high aspirations but fragile lives, and they have high expectations but poor skills..." Master Li shook his head and walked away.
Ji Yunzhou curled his lips in disapproval.
who is he?
The dignified thousand-year-old ghost king was also a great Taoist priest who was feared by all during his lifetime. With his status and position, it would not be an exaggeration to sell a talisman for three million.
Selling it for three hundred thousand is simply charity!
Unfortunately, most people in the world are ignorant and do not recognize the value of treasures.
After spending the whole morning, Ji Yunzhou met three people who asked for the price.
The two of them are the couple. They refused to buy it and called him a psycho.
One was an old lady, who spoke to him earnestly:
"Kid, you're still young, why don't you do something? Don't cheat! As a person, you must be down-to-earth and be true to your conscience! There will be retribution for cheating!"
Then he walked and sighed.
Ji Yunzhou: “…”
Just when Ji Yunzhou was considering whether to set up his stall in another place.
A teenager in school uniform stopped in front of his stall.
The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, and was accompanied by a boy of similar age.
Ji Yunzhou looked over lazily, with a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.
His eyes swept over the two boys' shoulders, which were close together, and he grumbled: "Tsk, kids these days, the morals are really going downhill. They're so young and already... gay? They're even bringing this up so blatantly?"
However, when his eyes really focused on the face of the boy who was as delicate as a porcelain doll.
Huh?
This kid...why does he look a little...familiar?
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