Just as he was about to reach out to get the lightning strike wood, there was a sudden noise at the door.
I saw an old monk with white beard and hair being pushed to the ground by several strong men and beaten hard until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and tears flowed down his face.
The hook-nosed and bald copycat who were playing chess outside the pavilion just now stood on the side and said viciously: "Hit me, I'll beat him to death! You old man dares to use fake goods to make a deal. Do you really think that my brother is blind?" Get the things..."
A strong man strode up to Wu Sheng, reached out and took out the lightning strike wood from the shelf, and handed it to Hawk Nose. Hawk Nose held the root with his left hand and found a similar-looking tree root from the old monk's arms. After looking at each other for a moment, he said: "It looks quite similar!" He broke the fake tree root into two pieces and placed it on the old monk's face: "Kill him, throw him out and bury him!"
Wu Sheng couldn't help but be shocked. The broken tree root was exactly the one he had chosen to buy.
Can this be fake?
The old monk didn't argue, but just protected his head with both hands, letting the strong men beat him. After half a cup of tea, he waved with his hooked nose, and several strong men carried the old monk out like a dead dog.
Wu Sheng didn't dare to go up to plead for mercy. Although he wanted to know the origin of the fake lightning-strike wood, if he really went to save people, he was afraid that he would be recognized as an accomplice of the old monk?
Therefore, he just cautiously asked someone around him: "Who is this old man?"
The man smiled and replied: "Don't you know Master Dong Bamboo at the foot of Winter Bamboo Peak? Despite his loud name, he calls himself Master, but he is actually a useless Qi practitioner. He will never survive in this life. Zhenyuan Jie... is a habitual offender, often exchanging defective products for good ones. If he hadn't had an old relationship with the master of Shenyin Peak, he would have been beaten to death."
Wu Sheng asked: "He... won't he really be beaten to death this time?"
The man said: "Despite the cruel words of the Ying family brothers, it is still difficult for them to do evil things. Besides, the old guy is also rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Everyone said that he practiced the turtle shell magic skill, haha..."
After talking for a while, Wu Sheng thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, brother!"
The man patted him on the shoulder: "When we go out, we are all fellow Taoists, why should we be polite... Is the fellow Taoist new here?"
Wu Sheng quickly denied it and did not dare to talk anymore. He went to look at the newly replaced genuine lightning strike wood. The result made him very disappointed - the spiritual power was abundant, but it was not the spiritual sand needed for Qing Ling Dan. He could only move and continue. Look at the rows of goodies on display.
The hard work paid off, and by evening, two more substitute materials were found, and the blanks that needed to be filled in the table were reduced to twenty-nine items - provided that the fake lightning-strike wood could be obtained repeatedly.
After asking about the prices of these two spiritual materials, it turns out that they are extremely cheap. They can be bought for only three hundred dollars in total. Wu Sheng opened the package to pay, only to find that there was a cut as big as a fingernail on the package. He counted more and found that more than fifty dollars were missing!
Bald Eagle Er, who was collecting the money, immediately laughed: "Fellow Taoist, be careful in the future and take care of your money, otherwise you will really not be able to survive in Langshan!"
The boss didn't care, so Wu Sheng could only catch the thief himself. Wu Sheng looked at the monks in the room, how could he tell them apart? You can only suffer a dumb loss.
After settling the account and taking away the spiritual materials, Wu Sheng returned to the mountain to continue practicing, absorbing and transforming the two spiritual materials, and obtained more than a hundred grains of spiritual sand.
Today's trip was extremely fruitful. Not only did I meditate on nearly two hundred grains of spiritual sand, but I also found several spiritual materials that could replace the alchemy. It was truly a worthwhile trip.
The next day, Wu woke up early and set out accompanied by the chirping of birds. He climbed over several mountain ridges and arrived at the foot of Dongzhu Peak.
This mountain peak is shaped like winter bamboo shoots, each segment is one segment after another. It is indeed worthy of its name. Unfortunately, its spiritual power is very thin. Like Wu Sheng's Songzhu Garden, it is not an ideal cave for spiritual practice.
There is a thatched hut at the foot of the peak, with some vegetables planted in front and back of the house. Is this the cave of Master Dongzhu?
Wu Sheng deliberately made some noise and walked to the hut. The old monk with white hair and beard from yesterday had already appeared in front of the door. The bruises on his face had long since disappeared and there were no scars. It seemed that he had not been beaten. It happened, a good appearance of immortality and Taoism. If Wu Sheng hadn't seen him with his own eyes yesterday, Wu Sheng would have been surprised and confused when he saw him, thinking that he had met an expert.
Master Dongsun stood leaning against the door and asked, "My little friend, why do you want to come to Dongsun Peak?"
Wu Sheng said: "Of course I have something to ask the Master."
Master Dongsun looked at Wu Sheng, stroked his beard and said, "My dear friend, I'm not from Langshan. But have you ever heard of my name?"
Wu Sheng praised him and said, "The Master's name is as loud as thunder. I have heard of it a long time ago, so I take the liberty of disturbing you."
Master Dongsun smiled: "My little friend is here! I know a little bit about medicine, horoscopes, geography and scenery. I can answer your questions and solve your doubts. Besides, I know all the fellows in Langshan. If you have any difficulties, I can help you." I can also help you solve problems, and all my colleagues have to give me a small favor, haha... Of course, I have rules here..."
As he said that, seeing a look of surprise on Wu Sheng's face, Master Dongzhu added: "My little friend, do you know the name of the Master of Shenyin Peak? He is my best friend..."
Wu Sheng was naturally surprised when he saw that the old man was out of breath while talking and hinted that the fee was high. Did he think he was a newcomer? He said unceremoniously: "I met the Master at Ying Pavilion yesterday. Out of curiosity, I inquired about the Master's deeds, haha... so I paid my respects to the mountain..."
Being exposed by Wu Sheng on the spot, Master Dongsun couldn't hold himself any longer. He sat down in front of the door on the spot, lowered his head and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"
Wu Sheng got straight to the point: "The fake lightning strike wood you used to adjust the bags yesterday is very similar to the real thing. Where did it come from?"
Master Dongsun said angrily: "What kind of fake lightning strike wood? I didn't say it was lightning strike wood at all! It's obviously a good thing, I spent so much effort to refine it, it's full of spirituality, it's a very good product, but there are so many of them People don’t know the goods!”
Wu Sheng asked: "What's the use?"
The Master Dong Bamboo said: "Although I don't know its use, it is full of spirituality. It can be said that it is a precious spiritual material!"
Wu Sheng asked: "Then why do you want to pass it off as the original lightning strike wood package?"
Master Dongzhan said sarcastically: "People in the world don't know the beauty of this thing, so they put it in it to wait for fate... Aren't you the destined person?"
Wu Sheng had no intention of delving into the true intentions of Master Dongsun. Whether he was making fake packages, or whether he really wanted the world to try them, it had nothing to do with him. What he focused on was what Master Dongsun said just now, "It's made by refining." , this is good news, it means that this fake lightning strike wood can be obtained repeatedly!
"A business deal?" Wu Sheng asked directly.
"What to do?" Master Dongsun asked.
Wu Sheng raised two fingers: "Two options, either tell me the method of refining the fake, and I'll pay, but it has to be extended. The extension means paying it in three years. This is to ensure that you give me the money." There is nothing wrong with the recipe; the second option is that you directly refine the fake product and I will buy it."
Master Dongsun suddenly realized: "Are you planning to sell it as a piece of shit and sell it outside the mountain?"
Wu Sheng said: "Don't worry about this. If you agree or disagree, I will count to three! Three, two..."
Master Dongzhan caught it immediately: "The second one! I will refine it and sell it to you, one piece for one gold!"
Wu Sheng was very happy: "The price of genuine lightning strike wood is only this, you sell it to me as genuine?"
Master Dong Bamboo heyed, and then changed his words: "Five hundred dollars! If you sell it, you will get double the profit!"
Wu Sheng said: "It is more likely that it will not be sold, or that others will see through it when selling it, just like you did yesterday. When the time comes, I will have to pay for the people under me to eliminate disasters, or simply gather people to fight, and the fire will not know what it means. Really? The loss of magic weapons and elixirs, pension expenses, rewards, etc., are a lot of money. Do you think I can make a profit if I just double it?"
Master Dongsun sighed: "I understand... Fellow Taoist, please give me a price." He did not dare to call Wu Sheng "little friend" anymore.
Wu Sheng stretched out his hand and said, "Fifty dollars!"
