Diagonally opposite Chen Ping's stall.
The two monks were silently watching the situation on Chen Ping's side.
"Did you see that? What's the difference between the monk selling talisman skins and the 'good Samaritans' you and I met just now? You asked." A dark-skinned monk nudged Chen Ping with his mouth and said to the people around him asked the green-robed monk.
The green-robed monk looked childish and observed for a while before saying:
"Also a person."
"We just sold out."
After saying that, he looked at the dark monk as if seeking confirmation.
The dark monk had a cowardly expression on his face and nodded:
"My understanding is not bad, and I can understand it with just a few clicks. Since we are from the same hometown, your father has entrusted you to me. You will practice with me from now on. You will have resources."
"What you just said is absolutely true, but there are a few more points that I need to point out for you."
"When looking for a target, the first step is to evaluate the strength. This monk sells talisman skins, not talismans. What does this mean? It means that his cultivation level will not exceed the third level. Painting talisman can make more money than talisman skins. How can anyone have a high income? Instead of doing your job, you will do something low-income? It’s unlikely.”
"And I am at the second level of Qi training, and you are at the middle stage of the first level. We are in the dark, and he is in the light. The victory is guaranteed."
"In addition, we also need to evaluate whether the target is really a person? We have been following him for so long and we haven't seen anyone talking to him. This shows that the other person is here alone today at least."
"Next, let's speculate on their wealth level. If you are too well-dressed, you can't do anything with it. You can't afford to offend me. If you are too poor, you don't need to do anything with it. It's not worth it. The monk in front of you, his weapons and robes are not magic weapons. He is dressed in ordinary clothes, so he is not rich. A member of the family. But I sell talisman skins, so I won’t be too poor. It’s the most suitable to help you and me practice.”
"Do you understand?"
The green-robed monk nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:
"Brother Li, when will we start to rob the road?"
"Look at you..." the dark-skinned monk said dissatisfied: "This is not called robbery. This is called the other party's kindness. He is willing to give some money to help you and me practice. This is him accumulating virtue..."
"...What Brother Li said is absolutely true." The green-robed monk was a little timid.
He's never done this.
He was the only qigong practitioner in his village. He came to Qingyun Sect with the hopes of the whole village to seek a teacher. Unfortunately, he failed to pass the examination and could only stay in Lianyung City temporarily and wait until next year to take the exam again.
Fortunately, I found a fellow villager in the next village.
The dark monk was finally satisfied after hearing what his green-robed companion said.
"Right now."
...
After Chen Ping finished collecting the stall, he just took a few steps when he felt something was wrong.
next moment.
Before he could fully react, he felt something hard pressing against his waist.
Then, an arm hooked onto his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw a dark face smiling at him.
An unknown face.
Then, another monk appeared on the other side.
The two of them sandwiched him.
grass.
Careless.
I had thought that there might be danger, but I never thought that with so many people in the current market, some people would dare to commit robberies openly.
Then he heard the voice coming from the dark face:
"Fellow Taoist, please do me a favor. The magic that this monk practices is to use spiritual power to snap. But soon after you get started, it can easily pop out uncontrollably, especially when you are nervous. Fellow Taoist, you don't want this to be the case, right?"
"Besides, this monk has reached the third level of cultivation, so you have no chance."
Chen Ping pondered the dilemma in his mind and said calmly:
"What do you say, fellow Taoist?"
The dark monk grinned with satisfaction:
"This street is under the care of this monk. To maintain the stability of everyone, you and I are both immortal cultivators, so I naturally have no complaints. But I have been short of spiritual stones recently. Can you lend me one or two? In this way, I will keep an account and wait for me If you have money, you will naturally return it to fellow Taoists."
"Fellow Taoist, please don't say you don't have any. We just sold a lot of talisman skins."
Chen Ping 'approved' and said:
"Fellow Taoist is working hard for the safety of the city. What does it matter if I contribute some spiritual stones? It should be so. If I don't give it, it will make me look ignorant."
After saying that, he signaled the other party not to be nervous, then decisively took out a wallet and handed it to the dark Taoist priest.
The swarthy Taoist priest was stunned.
I didn’t expect Chen Ping to be so easy to talk to.
He took the wallet and squeezed it.
...It's a spiritual stone, not gold and silver.
The swarthy Taoist priest smiled with satisfaction, showing his big yellow teeth: "How about you lend me this sword?"
Chen Ping's pupils narrowed and he clenched his hands unconsciously. Then he regained his composure and said:
"Fellow Taoist, just take it."
The swarthy Taoist priest chuckled: "Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. Then I won't disturb my fellow Taoist to make a fortune."
After saying that, he took off the long sword from Chen Ping's waist, winked at his companion, and then the two of them slowly stepped back, keeping their eyes on Chen Ping.
After retreating to a place with more people, he suddenly turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
Chen Ping suddenly felt that the aura locked on his body disappeared.
Take a breath.
This world...
Why is it so difficult to be a good person?
...
The swarthy Taoist priest and the green-robed monk walked a long way and were relieved that Chen Ping was not following them.
Although my cultivation level is better, getting money without conflict is the best result for this kind of thing.
Moreover, it is in public.
Fortunately, the other party is very knowledgeable.
"Brother Li, I always feel that this person has more than just these spiritual stones. Why don't we want them all?" The green-robed monk asked in confusion.
"Look at you, I just praised you for your high level of understanding."
The swarthy Taoist priest rolled his eyes at his fellow countryman and continued:
"This is another important point I want to teach you. We, the Jie Dao, are different from those Jie Dao monks who use their lives to trade. If we want to avoid conflicts, we must know how to measure ourselves."
"Of the monks who often come to the market, who would put the spiritual stone in a money bag? Which one doesn't have several money bags? If we only need one, the other party will think about 'losing money to eliminate disasters' and will not trade their lives with us. .”
"If you really want other people's money, then you will never stop."
"Do you understand?"
The green-robed monk suddenly realized: "Brother Li taught you a lesson."
...Learned, learned.
"Do you know why I took his sword? This sword is not valuable, not even a spiritual stone." The dark monk asked.
"Let him lose the opportunity for a sneak attack."
"Children can be taught."
"So, that monk won't pester us just now?" the green-robed monk asked unconfidently.
"rest assured."
"This monk is timid at first glance. Moreover, his face does not indicate that he holds grudges, so he will not be in trouble." The swarthy monk was confident.
He has always judged people very accurately.
"Let's go to Xianyu Lane and see how many there are."
Xianyu Shenxiang has always had few pedestrians, and it is a favorite place for monks to divide their accounts.
The two of them walked into the alley with ease.
Three monks were robbed today. There were more than a few, but it was estimated that there were dozens of spiritual stones in total. It was considered a good harvest day. Coupled with the huge sum of money stolen a few days ago, there are enough resources to practice in seclusion for a period of time.
In order to live forever, it doesn't matter what means you use.
The swarthy monk was in a happy mood, but as soon as he turned a corner, he suddenly felt a flash of cold light.
He was shocked.
'Someone robbed the Tao? '
Under stress, he unleashed several spiritual powers with a snap of his fingers and retreated backwards.
Looking down, he was horrified and used his spiritual power to snap his fingers for free this time.
I don't care about the lack of spiritual power at all.
"...The legs are gone."
He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and broke into a cold sweat.
This man's sword was too fast, and his sword energy left no room. The distance was too close, so fast that he couldn't use his strength at all.
In the shadows.
Chen Ping didn't give the other party a chance to react at all.
Gentle breeze and drizzle, no wind, clear wind and bright moonlight, the wind is quiet...
When the sixth move was completed, the dark-skinned monk suddenly fell to the ground and died without closing his eyes. He would not believe until his death that this person was actually the monk who had just been kidnapped by him.
The same is true for the monks in green robes.
...Brother Li obviously said that this person is as timid as a mouse.
...and he is not a grudge-bearing person.
...Brother Li has always been very good at judging people.
"Why did you rob me?" Chen Ping gave the green-robed monk a sigh of relief.
The green-robed monk was sweating profusely and asked with difficulty: "Can I... still live?"
"You have no room for bargaining." Chen Ping thrust a sword into his arm.
The green-robed monk gritted his teeth in pain, but did not dare to make a sound. Desperate for survival, he chose to answer:
"Brother Li has his eye on you and says you are suitable for robbery."
"Brother Li? Him."
The green-robed monk nodded.
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"No... no, no one... instructed us, and we are not... the... security monks of this city." The green-robed monk began to speak intermittently, looking at Chen Ping with a look of survival, struggling road:
"Can I...live...? I didn't want to."
Chen Ping knew that this person was a novice. He was still shaking a little when Fangshi threatened him just now. That's why he focused on attacking the dark monks during the battle.
He glanced at the green-robed monk, placed the tip of the sword at the green-robed monk's heart, and thrust it downwards. Give him a good time.
This is the only thing he can do.
Chen Ping was sure that the two of them were dead, so he quickly retracted his sword and quickly touched the corpse.
The battle only takes place within a few seconds, and people around you won't see it for the first time, but as long as you hear the movement, it's likely to appear here soon.
So we must seize the time.
He quickly cleared away his traces, ignored the body, and quickly evacuated the scene.
After turning around a few alleys, he changed his appearance, and then calmly reintegrated into the crowd of people in the city.
Although his heart was pounding, he acted as if nothing had happened.
After stopping for a while in Fangshi, we started on our way home.
Leave the place of right and wrong.
