"Needless to say, there are naturally many ordinary monks who can take out dozens of spirit stones at will!" the monk said without thinking.

"Then ask you again, what if these monks who spend thousands of spirit stones pass this freshness and don't buy your jade slip?" A smile hung on the corner of Chunyang's mouth.

"This ······" The monk was immediately stopped by Chunyang, his face was tangled for a long time, he bowed to Chunyang, and begged: "Please also ask Daoyou to teach me!"

Chunyang looked around and said, "Are we just talking here?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Oh! how can you wronged Daoyou, Daoyou please!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to ask Chunyang to move.

Drunken Xianju, this is a restaurant that has existed for thousands of years, it is said that there was once an immortal who was drunk here, so it was named Zui Xianju. Of course, this Drunken Immortal Residence in the Qi Lian District is not the one where the immortal used to be drunk, but a branch. But even so, this Drunken Immortal Residence is not something that ordinary monks can consume.

In a private seat on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Residence, Chunyang and the monk staggered, ordering more than a dozen dishes, not to mention a thousand spirit stones!

After three rounds of drinking, the monk was already seven points drunk, and began to call Chunyang a brother.

"Brother Lu, since you recognize me as your brother, then don't hide it from my brother, if you have any good ideas, let's get rich together!" said the monk holding the wine glass and putting his arm around Chunyang's shoulder.

Chunyang spat out a mouthful of wine and said proudly: "Brother, those things you have are also excellent, and it is really a fascinating and wonderful idea to express the content of the novel with illusions! This depicts the prohibition of the phantom array on the jade slips, and it also consumes a lot of divine consciousness to make illusions, which is not only huge, but also can't make a few jade slips in a day. Brother, did you say that?"

"That's right, my brother is right, I can only get ten jade slips every three days, and the cost of one jade slip is also three thousand spirit stones!" the monk said helplessly. A glimmer of gold flashed in the eyes of the pure yang on the side.

"Besides, like the content that my brother did, do you think that a monk who works hard to earn spirit stones every day will spend a lot of spirit stones to read? Why don't you get some content that everyone likes to sell?" Chun Yang analyzed.

"Then brother, what should I get for it, brother?" the monk wondered, aren't these contents liked by others?

Chunyang leaned into the monk's ear and said, "Brother, go to the mortal city, find some beautiful Qinglou women, and then catch a few flower thieves, let them pose in various poses to cultivate the Yin and Yang Dao, and indirectly let them act." Play some identities, such as what kind of master and apprentice, senior brother and sister, etc., let these be recorded with shadow jade, and copy out hundreds of thousand copies, don't sell one too expensive, just a hundred spirit stones, brother, can you make a lot of money like this? Do you think those ordinary monks will pay for this hundred spirit stones?"

The monk listened. There was a golden light in his eyes, and his eyes widened. Praised: "My brother is really a wonderful person! If it is really according to what my brother said, then brother, I don't even have the spirit stone after the golden pill!"

Chunyang was silent, and the monk thought about beautiful things for a while, and then directly picked up a pot of spiritual wine, and "dried" three catties of spiritual wine directly into his stomach! The monk was already drunk, and "poof" fell on the table. Chunyang spit out a mouthful of rich wine, and there was no drunkenness on his face!

Chunyang gently nudged the monk, and the monk snorted drunkenly, muttering words that he couldn't really hear. Chunyang took out a mantra pill. He poured it into the monk, and after a while, he waited until the medicinal effect of the Truth Pill had taken effect, and then asked, "Did you make those shadow jade slips yourself?"

This mantra pill is used by various sects to interrogate errant disciples, and there are also many monks who use it to torture other people's secrets, so in order to deal with various situations, Chunyang has prepared some. Chunyang tried every means to get this monk drunk, and even came up with such a **** idea, all in order to be able to get him drunk and take the mantra pill.

But anyone who takes the Shingon Pill will have a moment of confusion, in this state, the mind is uncontrollable, almost answering whatever is asked, and after waking up, he still doesn't remember what happened, which is really a necessary thing for home travel, killing people and setting fires!

"It's not. The monk's confused answer was true.

"Where did this shadow jade slip come from?" "This is a monk who gave it to me, and I received three thousand spirit stones for each jade slip. ”

"Do you know who that person is?" "I don't know, every time he wears a mask. ”

"Do you know any secrets about this jade slip?" "I don't know. ”

"And how do you meet?" "Every time he comes to me, he appears directly in my cave. ”

Chun Yang frowned, although this monk did not say any valuable information, but on the contrary, it revealed something unusual! If this jade slip had no secrets, why was that person so careful and hid himself so much? There must be something strange in this!

Pulling a hair from the monk's head and letting him lie back on his stomach, Chunyang quietly walked out.

After an hour, the mana in the monk's body refined all the wine, and the monk woke up. He shook his head a little dizzy, looked at the empty private room, and quickly checked his things, and found that everything was there, even the spirit stone was not missing, so he was relieved.

He sat at the wine table, thought about it carefully, remembered that there was a monk who drank with him, and gave him a great idea, the monk thought of that excellent idea, and hurriedly paid the spirit stone, ready to go to the mortal city to test it, but he forgot why the monk left quietly and did not partner with him to earn spirit stones!

He hoped that the monk would never appear again, so that the spirit stones he earned would be his!

Don't mention how the monk did it, but said that after Chunyang returned to the Purple Qi Pavilion, not waiting for the next day, the slightly chubby monk sent enough materials, and when Chunyang was about to start refining magic weapons in the evening, a villain stacked with talismans floated down the cuffs of Chunyang, and the villain's head suddenly broke and fell off, and a strand of hair spontaneously combusted, igniting the villain as well.

Chunyang watched coldly as the villain burned out, and the light in his eyes flickered, sure enough, this monk was actually killed and killed, was it because he was interrogated by me and found out, or because he left Kyushu City without permission?

This hair was cursed by the pure sun, which could monitor the monk's physical condition, since the villain's head fell off, it means that he was beheaded and died, and then his hair set himself on fire, but it was destroyed and destroyed. (To be continued.) )