Li Sanzi is a local of Sui'an Island and knows everything about Sui'an Island.
The residence that Yi Lingchu found was quiet and close to the places where monks often gather on Sui'an Island, and the price was not too expensive.
Lingchu was very satisfied and readily paid Li Sanzi a middle-grade spiritual stone.
Fortunately, Li Sanzi's face was still beaming with joy when he returned to the pier to continue his work, which aroused repeated glances from fellow Sui'an Island guests.
"Why, it seems that we have met a generous senior." The old man in his fifties, who still has a straight back and a cheerful spirit, smiled and patted Li Sanzi on the back with his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and said cheerfully.
Ushers usually inherit the business from their fathers, or are led by their masters. Li Sanzi also has a master, the old man in his fifties, who is considered a very prestigious person among the usherers on Sui'an Island. Everyone calls him His father.
Li Sanzi is Mr. Fang's young apprentice. When he saw his master teasing him, he quickly suppressed the smile on his face and told his guests that no matter how much they were paid, it was a compulsory course to keep it secret and not show it to the outside world. As early as Mr. Fang's time, Li Sanzi I said this on the first day I took Li Sanzi.
Therefore, Li Sanzi could tell at a glance that although his master was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes.
"Master." Li Sanzi lowered his head and said in a low voice, pretending to be listening to the instructions.
Mr. Fang glanced at Li Sanzi's obedient appearance, the smile on his face remained unchanged, his eyes were heavy, and he slowly said, "Sanzi, I accept you because you are smart and sweet-tongued, and you are a good person to attract guests. But, you Even though we are just a small person when we invite guests, small people also have their own way of life and principles. In front of guests, they must answer all questions and tell everything they know. Outside of guests, speaking less and less is the best."
Except for guests, regardless of guests.
Each line has its own rules, and this is the unwritten rule for attracting guests.
Although Li Sanzi didn't say anything, the expression on his face clearly showed that if he was interested, he would probably target his guest.
Naturally, Lingchu didn't know what happened after Li Sanzi left.
Of course, even if you know it, you won't have any unnecessary feelings. At most, you can praise Master Fang's character, which is good.
From Li Sanzi's mouth, I learned a lot about Sui'an Island. Lingchu didn't take much rest that day. As soon as Li Sanzi left, he left his residence and came to Bifang Pavilion.
Bi Fang Pavilion is an elegantly decorated teahouse that sells spiritual fruit and spiritual tea. Naturally, all the people who come here are monks.
The first floor is for monks in the realm of Qi training, the second floor is for the realm of foundation building, the third floor is for the realm of golden elixir, and as for the fourth floor, it is not something Lingchu can set foot on.
Sitting on the third floor, Lingchu ordered a cup of spiritual tea and a plate of snacks, then sat by the window with a calm expression, but in fact, his ears were raised, quietly listening to the chatter of the monks in Bifang Pavilion.
It was during the fishing festival, and there were many monks in Bifangge, and most of the topics of conversation revolved around the fishing festival.
Lingchu listened one by one, and his sensitive ears easily caught many words.
I filtered them through my ears one by one, and finally listened attentively to a few conversations.
"I heard that the Wuge Saint from Penglai is bold and forthright. If she spends a lot of money for the beauty of that shark, I would believe it." The monk in dark robes stroked his beard and talked, with a look of pride on his face.
The monk next to him smiled softly, "Why did I hear that it was Saint Qingyue of Penglai who photographed the shark?"
The monk in dark robes had a cold look on his face and snorted coldly, "Nonsense. Saint Qingyue came out of the world pure and clean, how could she spend so many spiritual stones for a shark?"
"We are all saints from Penglai, so why are there differences between high and low?" The fair-skinned young monk next to him raised his eyebrows disdainfully.
"Although she is called a saint, everyone in the boundless sea knows that Saint Wuge's qualifications are only mediocre. Didn't she get the name of a saint through her ancestor?"
The young monk laughed out loud, "Saint Wu Ge is only over a hundred years old, and she is already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. I wonder if my fellow Taoist is noble this year?"
Hearing this, the dark-robed monk's face darkened, "If I had such an ancestor, I would probably be a Nascent Soul monk now."
The young monk didn't say anything more, but he looked at the other person up and down with a playful look, and after he finished looking at him, he even shook his head and clicked his tongue twice, with a look of pity on his face.
Although he didn't say anything, it made the look on the other person's face even more ugly.
"Fellow Taoist, I have occupied the seat here first. Why don't you find another place?" The dark-robed monk had an ugly face and almost said this through gritted teeth.
Bi Fang Pavilion has been crowded with guests recently, so there is not enough space. It is obviously impossible for every monk to have his own table. Most monks don't mind sharing a table with monks of similar cultivation.
Whether it's exchanging information or discussing cultivation, there's no big harm in it.
Therefore, in the Bi Fang Pavilion now, there are actually many tables that are made up of pieces.
The young monk was kicked out by the dark-robed monk in disguise, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face. However, he stood up contentedly and turned around to look around.
"I wonder which fellow Taoist would like to take me under my seat?" His voice was loud and his expression was magnanimous.
It immediately attracted the attention of many monks.
Lingchu, who was sitting by the window, turned slightly to the side, raised his smile, and said in a warm voice, "Are you satisfied with this position, fellow Taoist?"
The woman's clear and soft voice immediately caught the young monk's ears. In an instant, he turned his head to look at the window. What he saw was a clear and beautiful face, and a hint of wonder flashed in his eyes.
"Of course, I'm not honored to be invited by the fairy." Obviously, this was a generous monk, and he sat down opposite Lingchu without hesitation.
"There is no beauty in the world, and beauty is pleasing to the eye. The beauty is as beautiful as jade. The ancients are honest and don't deceive me." The young monk's eyes were filled with admiration, very transparent, and his tone was also very calm. "I am Chu Changsheng. The immortal is caressing my head. The eternal life that binds hair and receives eternal life!”
Lingchu looked at the bold monk with long eyebrows and clear eyes in front of him. He felt fond of him and said with a smile, "My surname is Yu, Wu Yu's Yu."
Lingchu did not say his name, but used his real surname.
Chu Changsheng didn't care that Lingchu didn't tell his real name. Most of the monks were on guard. A monk as casual as him was rare in the world according to his master's words.
Just because he likes to be magnanimous does not mean that he requires everyone in the world to be magnanimous.
"Fairy Yu, thank you fairy for taking me here. I'll give you this cup of tea." Chu Changsheng said with a smile, not affected by what happened just now.
"Thank you so much, Fellow Daoist Chu. From the looks of it, I've earned a cup of tea."
Lingchu was so happy that the smile on Chu Changsheng's face became a little thicker, "Fellow Taoist invited me over. Are you interested in the Penglai Saint or the shark?"
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