If it is calculated according to the time of the yang world, Zhong Lixiu, who is like an old monk in meditation, has been meditating and cultivating for a whole day and a night, but there is no concept of time in the underworld without day.

When Zhong Lixiu felt that his cultivation had no effect and had no choice but to withdraw from his cultivation state, the previous feeling of exhaustion had completely disappeared, but he was full of energy, and even his soul body was slightly condensed.

But on the whole, there seems to be no difference from before, it seems that the speed of this kind of cultivation is far less fast than buying the Holy Soul Pill directly from the system, no wonder the key to cultivation is only sold for a hundred merit points, while a Holy Soul Pill needs two thousand, this is the gap between the rich and the poor......

After going out, I walked around the most prosperous central area in the underworld, and an ancient restaurant attracted Zhong Lixiu's attention.

The wooden hot stamping plaque is hung with red hydrangea, and the restaurant about ten meters high is all made of mahogany, which looks particularly simple and atmospheric.

This kind of ancient restaurant that can only be seen in movies and television is right in front of his eyes, and the attraction of Zhong Lixiu, a modern person, is naturally quite great.

Zhong Lixiu almost subconsciously raised his feet and walked in.

There are all mahogany tables and chairs in the restaurant, and the shopkeeper, who is dressed in the same costume as Wu Dalang, is wiping the table, there are several official-looking people sitting at a table drinking and chatting, and there is a woman in cyan tulle playing the guzheng on the stage.

With three thousand green silk behind her, her fresh and refined face, looming skin and gently caressing slender fingers make this young woman playing the guzheng form a beautiful and unique landscape.

The calming sound of the guzheng makes you want to sit at the table, drink a glass of sake, and enjoy the poetry.

Sitting down in front of an unmanned table, Zhong Lixiu, who was about to taste the food of the underworld, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly put his hand into his pocket and touched it, and was stunned.

Only now did he realize that he was penniless and destitute!

The currency used in the underworld is the underworld currency, and the general source of income for the ghosts living in the underworld comes from the relatives and friends in the yang world who burn it for them, and some ghosts earn the underworld currency through various occupations such as business.

The saddest thing is to be a ghost, although you can return to the yang world at will, and there are corresponding records of ghost hunting, but there are no dark coins to earn!

So Zhongli Xiu couldn't even touch a dime in his pocket, let alone a large denomination.

Fortunately, the ghost does not need to rely on food to stay alive, otherwise, Zhong Lixiu would have to find a way to make money to make ends meet.

But now this kind of spiritual pastime, Zhong Lixiu can't afford to spend it, so he can only wait until he has time to make money in the future......

Helplessly took out his hand, and as soon as he stood up, Zhong Lixiu saw a smile on his face, and he sat down calmly again.

The shopkeeper, who was wearing a white towel on his shoulder, bent over and asked respectfully, "This guest officer, what do you want to eat?" We are located on the east floor and have a variety of fine wines and dishes to ensure your satisfaction. ”

Zhong Lixiu tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a while, and said, "Give me a plate of fruit salad, and a cup of blueberry milk tea with ice, let's just need these two things for the time being." ”

Shop 2: ???

Looking at the bewildered expression on the shopkeeper's face, Zhong Lixiu finally put his mind at ease, if there were fruit salads sold in this ancient restaurant, then he could only admit it.

After being stunned for a moment, the shopkeeper said, "Guest officer, wait a while, I'll ask the chef to see if there are any of these things you want." ”

"Well, let's go quickly."

Zhong Lixiu waved his hand casually.

In less than three minutes, the helpless shopkeeper ran back and said, "Guest officer, we don't have these things you said here, why don't you eat something else?" ”

"Forget it!"

Zhong Lixiu stood up decisively and strode out of the restaurant, leaving a helpless shopkeeper thinking about whether to report to the boss and let the chef learn more skills, so that the business could be more prosperous.

This is not a business, after all, Zhong Lixiu is wearing a ghostly official uniform, and the shopkeeper also decisively divides him into rich people......

The saying that it is difficult to move an inch without money is also the same truth in the underworld!

Zhong Lixiu, who was not blessed to enjoy, decisively returned to the yang world.

After a period of rapid shuttle, Zhong Lixiu appeared in the familiar Taoist temple, but this time it was different from the previous ones, the Taoist temple was no longer empty, but there were five or six more busy workers.

The short and fat Taoist priest Liu Banxian was also among them, but at this time, he was wearing a hard hat and his hands on his waist, supervising the work of the workers, just like a contract foreman.

The original dilapidated Taoist temple has also been demolished, and it is seen that this posture is either planned to be demolished and rebuilt, or it is to be renovated drastically.

Liu Banxian, who was tilting his head and holding a cigarette in his mouth, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and hurriedly spit out a puff of smoke, and asked tentatively in a certain direction: "Poor master, are you here?" ”

Zhong Lixiu, who had already bypassed him, stopped, turned around, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect your alertness to have improved a lot." ”

Hearing Zhong Lixiu's voice, Liu Banxian grinned and said with a smile: "Poor master, it's really you who are here, wait for me to open a magic eye first." ”

"Who does he talk to? Why is it still called a bad master? ”

"Who knows, he was originally a magic stick, and it is normal to say such strange things."

"That's right, whatever, anyway, just give us the wages when the time comes."

"Don't worry, there are five or six of us, if he dares not to pay the salary, he will beat him, and he is very rich, and it is estimated that it is not bad."

Seeing Liu Banxian talking nonsense into the air, the two workers were working and discussing whether they were a match or not.

"What are you muttering? Hurry up and work, the standard must be high, and you must not be careless. ”

Liu Banxian reprimanded, took out cow tears from his arms and dripped them on his eyelids, and then saw Zhong Lixiu.

"Bad master, you see that my efficiency is quite high, right? These workers are carefully selected, and the craftsmanship of their work is very good. Liu Banxian squinted and smiled.

"Hmm."

Zhong Lixiu nodded, looked at an Audi car parked not far away, and had a rough estimate of the waist bag of Liu Banxian, a god stick.

"Poor master, I borrowed that car from a friend, and I only scraped together enough money to renovate the Taoist temple......

Seeing Zhong Lixiu looking at his car, Liu Banxian is not stupid, although he was abducted and deceived and saved a lot of private money, but he can't be wronged and slaughtered.