Chapter 127: Fusang Setting Up a Stall
“It’s really strange that there is such a sect.” Zhi Xiaocao murmured, “Why not find a serious immortal sect and learn Taoism? If you steal the Taoism, how can you have Qingyun? Lu Keyan?”
A disciple from such a sect always has a lot of controversies surrounding him. Many people are disgusted with it and even practice it evilly.
Kongsheng shook his head and said: "Miaokongmen is not that simple. Those who steal things are the way to go."
It sounds like the young monk knows more than a little bit about Miaokongmen.
Before Ning Fusang opened her mouth, Zhi Xiaocao was eager for knowledge and humbly asked, "What kind of existence is the Miao Kongmen?"
Kongsheng asked him: "Have you heard that those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be martyred?"
Zhi Xiaocao nodded and half-understood: "So the thing stolen by Miaokongmen is not only the monk's storage bag, but can it also steal from a sect?"
He couldn't think of anything else that could be stolen from a monk besides personal belongings. By analogy with the word "stealing the country", "sect" naturally comes to mind.
But Miaokongmen has its own sect.
Zhi Xiaocao thought wildly, Kongsheng's eyes moved slightly, but he still maintained a good education and smiled slightly.
Ning Fusang ignored it and laughed directly.
Li Yeshan lowered his eyes, thoughtfully.
Kong Sheng said calmly: "Stealing the sect, to a certain extent, is okay."
Hearing this, Zhi Xiaocao also understood that Kong Sheng's words did not mean what he understood. He laughed twice and scratched his ears, feeling a little embarrassed.
But this embarrassment soon turned into shock in Kong Sheng's words, which were like spring breeze.
"Disciples of the Miao Kong Sect are considered inferior if they steal things. Real masters steal spiritual power, longevity, luck, and heavenly secrets."
Zhi Xiaocao's eyes widened and his voice trembled: "Stealing secrets from heaven?"
He only knew that the monks were powerful enough to peer into the heavens and predict the future. This is what Mingdao Pavilion is best at.
Zhi Xiaocao had never thought that the matter of deriving destiny could be viewed from this perspective.
Kong Sheng nodded and said calmly: "The stolen secrets are sometimes more accurate than the deduced ones."
Deductions can lead to errors. The trajectory of fate is extremely complicated, and you may not be able to see it clearly if you are involved in the situation yourself.
Those who steal heaven's secrets are silent and block the way of heaven. There are only two results, either failure or success.
The branch of grass was silent for a long time, and the mood could not be calmed down for a long time.
Now he realizes how narrow his vision is. When it comes to the word "stealing", he can only see things outside of himself. If Kong Sheng hadn't told it, Zhi Xiaocao would never have imagined that he could also steal illusory things like people's longevity and luck.
As for stealing secrets, he didn't even dare to think about it.
How strong does it take to dare to steal things from Tiandao?
Outside the city, the sky is filled with yellow sand and there are few people living there, but the city is very prosperous and lively.
This is normal.
The "fairy city" cannot be seen with the naked eye. Even if occasionally, the shadow of the "Fairy City" is seen by mortals, after getting closer, it is just a mirage.
There are all kinds of stalls on the street, some selling elixirs, some selling talismans, and some selling formation disks. They are all dazzling and dizzying.
The sounds of hawking came and went, making the whole street seem extremely noisy.
Zhi Xiaocao looked at all kinds of rare treasures and sighed that poverty limited him.
He and Li Yeshan had been to this Huangyun City and stayed there for a few days before they volunteered to take Ning Fusang and Kong Sheng to the inn where they had stayed.
The inn is several blocks away from the street where the stalls are set up. It is relatively quiet. The price is quite satisfactory for Ning Fusang now, two spiritual stones per night. Zhi Xiaocao reached out to touch the storage bag, and suddenly her face turned pale: "I lost my storage bag..."
He had obviously tied several knots and hung them on the inside of his robe. How could he lose them?
The innkeeper was not surprised, "It must have been stolen by someone from Miaokongmen, just get used to it."
Zhi Xiaocao was holding back his breath, how could he get used to it! Although there is nothing in the storage bag, a storage bag is worth a hundred spiritual stones!
He had saved up for so long to buy a storage bag and then lost it? Zhi Xiaocao's face became ugly, and he kept recalling what happened on the way into the city, but he had no clue at all.
"Is there still a chance to get it back?" Zhi Xiaocao murmured with a pale face.
The shopkeeper snorted coldly as if he had heard a joke: "Looking for a needle in a haystack, can you find it?"
He was not sarcastic about Zhi Xiaocao. The shopkeeper also hated people from the Miaokong Sect.
The little monk was so kind that he paid the room fee for Zhi Xiaocao.
Ning Fusang took the key, but did not go upstairs and walked out.
Zhi Xiaocao looked at the mysterious clothes and even forgot about the sadness of losing the storage bag for the time being: "Senior Sister Ning, where is she going?"
Li Yeshan said calmly: "Anyway, I won't be looking for a storage bag for you."
Zhi Xiaocao: "..." He didn't expect this.
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A corner of Fangshi.
A brown-robed monk looked around and saw no one was around, so he opened the storage bag he had just stolen.
Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth and glared, "What a poor guy! It's so tattered and packed in a storage bag. It really makes a mouse cry when he sees it."
The monk cursed under his breath. If I had known earlier, I might as well have stolen that monk's storage bag.
In fact, his original target was the girl in mysterious clothes. Among the four, she was the only one who looked the most noble and wealthy.
But when he approached the girl, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression, and his heart beat a breath faster than usual. The monk trusted his intuition and changed his target.
Unexpectedly, this time he changed it to the emptiest storage bag he had ever seen in his theft career. If word got out, he would be afraid of being laughed at by his fellow students.
"If I had known this, I might as well have stolen the girl's storage bag." The monk sighed quietly. As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger, so he should be bolder.
After sighing, the monk took out a ball of yellow mud from his storage bag and rubbed it on his face a few times. A strange, flawless face appeared.
Illusions and other such things are not safe. High-level monks can tell it at a glance. It is better to use their secret method of Miao Kong Sect to feel at ease.
The monk came out from the corner and bumped into a black figure.
"..."
It couldn't be such a coincidence, would it come to catch him? The monk felt guilty, but then he thought that he had a different face, and he regained his composure.
In fact, he thought too much, and saw the girl in black clothes not even paying him any attention. She just put a futon on a stall, sat down cross-legged, and set up the stall.
The monk couldn't help but take a second look.
Blood coagulation pills, detoxification pills, healing pills, fire charms, water charms, sword energy charms, low-level beast pills, and spiritual plants were laid out one by one by the girl.
Although Ning Fusang lost some of his things, he still had a storage bag and nothing was lost. She packed the spiritual plants and animal elixirs separately in several storage bags.
These items were of low value and were not suitable for sale in the auction house. She had no use for them, so she happened to drop them off at the city's market and exchange them for spiritual stones, killing two birds with one stone.
(End of chapter)