For immortals who can deeply understand and control matter, it is indeed not difficult to "turn stones into gold". But they can't do that, at least not casually. The reasons for this are:

Changing the caste of a substance with immortal art and maintaining this change requires a certain amount of qi. In most cases, Qi decays slowly, which means that the change is not permanent. In other words, gold made from a stone will eventually turn into stone.

As we said earlier, due to the different cultivation methods and purposes, the immortal has qi stored in his body that far exceeds that of Western wizards. Therefore, compared with Western wizards, immortals emphasize peace of mind and pursue a state of "clear conscience". "Guilt" is definitely the enemy of spiritual practice, which can cause fluctuations in the mind and lead to a loss of control of qi. Immortals may scoff at the law, but they must have a high level of morality - of course, not too high, because too high a sense of morality will eventually lead to "savior syndrome", which is also a taboo in spiritual practice.

In fact, the moral level of the immortals is only a little higher than the average.

But it is this sense of morality that is a little higher than the average is enough to stop the gods from doing something like "turning stones into gold", because that is fraud. Even if it is for the legitimate purpose of punishing the Annihilator, it must be sure that the security deposit will turn back into a stone in the hands of the Annihilator, and he must not be allowed to use the opportunity to go out and harm others.

Western wizards do not have high requirements for moral standards - of course, this is only from the perspective of cultivation methods, it does not mean that their moral standards are generally low - in fact, there is a "dark wizard" in the West, but there is never a "black fairy" term. But even so, in the alchemical West, it was still taboo to turn anything into gold - shamans had long discovered that their survival could not be separated from the mundane world. If everyone were to try gold casually, the results would be more terrible than any economic crisis. The mundane world is disturbed, and their good life is over.

Therefore, the idea that if you become an immortal, you can have a lot of money is irresponsible. However, the immortals don't need much money anyway, they generally have a pragmatic attitude, as long as it is enough. Therefore, throughout the ages, no immortal has ever had a bank account, let alone any stock investment.

Of course, Wu Ge didn't know about these things, but he didn't bother to worry about it. He gambled with the gods and decided not to pick up Jigong.

"What master, what do you say to teach me to cultivate, it's not just playing on my own, and causing so much trouble. I don't want to be their little henchman!"

He will soon taste the bitter fruit of underestimating the immortals.

Towards the end of the first class, the classroom door opened, and a gray-haired head poked in.

"Is Wu Ge here...... Oh, apprentice, are you here?"

The famous god - Jigong - was born out of thin air, made a shining debut, appeared at the door of the classroom, and attracted countless eyeballs. As far as his identity is concerned, the director should really match him with a halo and a few lightning bolts, plus a gripping background music to set off the atmosphere. But...... But Jigong's own conditions are too poor, and he can't complain about other directors. Not to mention being short and thin, although he changed out of the rotten monk's robe and put on Wu Ge's old armor, he still looked sluggish and sloppy, how do you look like a ...... An old man scavenging for waste. The class was ceremoniously silent. His image makes people feel a sense of ...... Hmm, shocks in the opposite direction. It's like the shock of suddenly discovering a large stall of cow dung in the beautiful Shangri-La.

Wu Ge blushed, hurriedly ran to the door, stopped in time, and ran back to explain to the head teacher.

"Uh, a distant relative. He said. "Lost, I have to send him back. ”

"How do you know he's lost?"

“...... This is often the case. He's a little ...... That one. ”

The head teacher glared at Wu Ge.

"Whatever you want. But mind you, there's not much time left before the college entrance examination!"

"Yes, yes...... Thank you, teacher. ”

Wu Ge dragged Jigong all the way to trot, out of the school gate, onto the street, into the alley, and finally stopped in a sparsely populated street with an environment that matched Jigong's image.

"How did you find me?" he asked, glaring.

"Didn't we teach you to look at qi?" Ji Gong said slowly, "as long as you know how to look at qi, you can find anyone." ”

That's true. A practitioner's qi is distinctive, and it is especially easy to discern. Unless it is deliberately hidden, the qi of the gods is clearly visible from dozens of miles away, like a well-functioning beacon. However, the gods seldom communicate with each other in this way, as they have always tended to be alone. After seeing the qi of other immortals, they often choose to avoid it, just like officials who meet unexpectedly in an entertainment venue.

Wu Ge's shoulders drooped. He realized that his path was too shallow to get rid of the immortals.

"Okay apprentice," Jigong said happily, "The mortal world does seem to have changed a lot, and the master didn't see a liquor shop all the way." You should always know where to go to the bar?"

"Yes. Wu Ge said with a gloomy face.

"Then go and get two catties of wine for the master first, and then have some ......"

"I don't have any money," Wu Ge said sullenly. "The money has been spent by Master Sun Wukong. ”

"Oh, that's okay. There is still a little bit on the master. ”

Jigong stretched out his hand and flipped through his pocket, turned over the top and bottom, and turned inside and out for a long time without turning it. He complained, "It's not as good as my torn robe, at least I know every hole......"

Finally he gave up his efforts, spread out his palms, and muttered a spell, and a small piece of black and gray flew into his palm from nowhere.

"Oh, take it, see if you have enough?"

"What is this?"

"Silver. ”

"Silver?" Wu Ge picked up the stone and looked at it with a frown. Silver or not, this thing is old enough.

"There is no silver anymore. But......" he mused. "Okay, you wait for me, I want to figure it out. ”

The little boss who played jewelry washed and scratched and scratched, and finally confirmed that it was silver and gave Wu Ge seventy yuan. Wu Ge was very dissatisfied, thinking that the boss had rubbed the oil. But he couldn't help it, and he himself admitted that the silver was indeed too dirty.

What is 70 yuan enough for? In terms of Jigong's status and taste, this amount of money is not enough to buy wine. Wu Ge looked at the gate of the mall, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"You call this thing, uh...... Leather wine?"

Wu Ge nodded.

Jigong looked at the can in his hand and thought thoughtfully.

"Well, the wine is very small, only a little wine skin, no wonder it is called such a name...... But it tastes good. ”

Wu Ge was too lazy to correct Jigong's mistake, he was busy munching on salt-marinated peanuts, bagged shrimp, and amber peach kernels...... Yesterday's experience has fully proved that the idea of saving some money is unrealistic, it is better to eat and drink as soon as possible, and it is not in vain.

If he knew that he would not only not be able to make money today, but also had to post money, he would have eaten even more fiercely.

"Well, the mortal world is pretty good now, clean and tidy. It's just that the air is a little dry, and it's a little choking. Jigong looked around and felt quite satisfied.

"Of course it's done, now it's ...... doodoo," Wu Ge paused, poured a sip of beer and washed down his mouthful of food. “...... Cement everywhere. There are many cars in the city, and the exhaust gas is ...... Ahem. ”

"Eat, boy...... It's like you stayed in the fairy world for 400 years before you came out. ”

"Uh, I didn't have breakfast today. Wu Ge also realized that he had gone too far, so he slowed down. To hide his embarrassment, he changed the subject. "By the way, Master, Master Wukong said that you are fighting, who are you fighting?"

The answer was concise and to the point.

"Outsiders. ”

"Heavenly ...... You mean, you mean, outside, outside, outside......"

Wu Ge's tongue and brain were mixed up, and his normal language and thinking functions were greatly affected. Does he mean aliens? However, the two concepts of aliens and immortals are too ......

He was full of lawsuits, like a hare frightened by the sudden artillery fire, and forgot to eat.

"What do they say, 'nibbling chicken'? ”

"Huh?"

Wu Ge came back to his senses and heard a few words from a few people passing by them: "It's still McDonald's." ”

"Oh, they say KFC. He explained to Jigong as he looked down and found that the "leather wine" and snacks were gone. "This old monk is quite able to eat. He muttered to himself. "If only he ate for a day like Monkey King......"

"What's that?"

"It's nothing, it's just a ......," he wanted to get past him. “...... A, uh, machines. For labor in the wheat fields. ”

Ji Gong's expression was strange, as if he was staring intently at the height of Wu Ge's head half a foot high. After a while, he happily said, "So, 'gnawing chicken' is not a machine. Take me to see it. ”

Wu Ge was stunned. This happened yesterday, when he lied to Sun Wukong and said that "flying is just a chicken". Sun Wukong's reaction at that time was the same as that of Jigong, he also stared at the top of his head, and then ......

"How do you know KFC isn't a machine?" he asked, glaring at Jigong as if it was Jigong who had done the wrong thing, not him.

"Is that so?"

"Okay. KFC is a fast food restaurant that sells fast food. How do you know ......"

"Fast food, right?"

"It's food. But I ask you......"

"Is it expensive?"

“...... I can't talk about it, but you ......."

"It's not a big deal for the apprentice to ask the master to eat the 'gnawing chicken', right?"

......

He couldn't stand it anymore.

"I didn't say that I wanted to learn immortals, you forced me. He exclaimed. "It's not that I want to be your apprentice, it's that you have to be my master. I've been running around with you all day, and I can't get into class, and I'm always in trouble......"

"But now it's up to you to learn?"

“...... What? I'm going to learn it myself?"

"yes. Looks like you're wondering why I can tell you're lying, aren't you?"

They looked at each other, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"It is natural for an apprentice to invite the master to eat. If you really want to learn. ”

Jigong looked at him with a smile, his expression very similar to that of a hunter looking at a tied boar.

Look at each other.

Wide-eyed staring.

“...... All right. ”

Wu Ge surrendered, and he really wanted to know. As the old saying goes, you can't fall twice in one place, and now he has not only fallen twice, but he also hasn't even figured out the reason, which makes him very shameless.

Face and silver are often a pair of contradictions, and if you want to save face, you have to pay for silver, but he doesn't have it now. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his phone.

"Oh, what is this?"

"It's a mobile phone...... It's not for food. He quipped.

"I can see that. But what are you going to do with it?"

"I'm looking for someone to borrow money so I can treat you to KFC. ”