The cave is actually myself

Chapter 125 Seeing You Making Money Is More Suffering Than Losing Money

After giving a little lesson to the middle-aged monk who sold fake treasure boxes, the fair-skinned boy got into the thick white mist.

Soon after, Lu Yuan returned to the cave and threw the two bloody skins behind him.

When opening the treasure box, three consecutive big prizes made many monks secretly pay attention to Lu Yuan. After he left, these two monks followed him all the way until they finally became Lu Yuan's clothing choices.

He called out the little paper figures, let him clean up the new skin he had obtained, and then took them into his body.

Time passed, and slowly, the market outside Luobao Xunjin Building became larger and larger. Lu Yuan would occasionally wear a leather bag and go shopping in the market.

Turn into a different monk, go to the monk booth selling treasure boxes, and sweep away all the big prizes.

Finally, the middle-aged monk couldn't bear it anymore and quit the treasure box market, selling talismans, elixirs, and spiritual seeds like other monks.

One day, Fangshi welcomed a high-level Qi practitioner with scars on his face.

The scarred monk walked around the market with a cold face, and finally came to a large stall.

The stall owners are a small team, three monks, two with intermediate Qi training and one with high-level Qi training.

"What does this fellow Taoist need?"

An intermediate qi-training monk came forward and asked enthusiastically.

"How to sell this first-grade snow condensate fruit?"

Brother Scar pointed at a snow-white elixir plant on the stall and asked coldly.

"This snow condensation fruit is of high quality, extremely fresh, and has no loss of medicinal properties. It sells for 120 low-grade spiritual stones."

The stall owner said to Brother Scar.

"too expensive."

"The price is negotiable. How much do fellow Taoists estimate you can pay?"

The mid-level qi-training monk asked enthusiastically.

"One spirit stone, I want it."

"What?" The stall owner tilted his head, as if suspecting that he had heard wrong.

"I said a low-grade spiritual stone, I want it."

Brother Scar repeated coldly.

"A low-grade spirit stone? Are fellow daoists trying to make us happy? Why don't you just grab it!"

Seeing that something was wrong, the two monks nearby also gathered around and stared at Brother Scar fiercely.

"Really? Then I'm coming!"

Brother Scar showed an exaggerated and weird smile, swept away a handful of spiritual herbs and elixirs at the stall, turned around and ran away.

"It turned out to be a troublemaker."

The senior qi-training monk made a judgment, and the three of them had a perfect understanding.

In an instant, three or four magic weapons and ten talismans attacked various parts of the Scar monk's body.

Brother Scar received this heavy blow and staggered into the thick white mist.

The three of them looked at each other and immediately gave chase.

In the Peach Blossom Forest, Cultivator Scar looked at the three Qi Cultivation Cultivators chasing after him, with an unnatural smile on his lips.

"It's so fast, I just chased it."

He said indifferently, stretched out his hand and gently tore his cheek.

He tore off a thin skin capsule at will, revealing the dark and dense bones inside.

The bones stretched and changed rapidly, and the body was rickety, with all fours on the ground, and a red scorpion tailbone sticking out from behind, with a faint light emitting from the top of the tailbone.

"It's still comfortable like this, and the human skin still feels a little restrictive."

Before he finished speaking, the red scorpion tail was like a red meteor, and in an instant it lightly stung an intermediate Qi-training monk on the face.

A red dot instantly appeared on the monk's cheek, and it spread and expanded until it was all over the body.

The other two people had no time to escape, and were also enveloped by the red scorpion tail, and they hurriedly accepted the fight.

Soon, three more monk corpses appeared on the ground.

Lu Yuan controlled the little paper man, cut off the skins of the three corpses, and put them into his body.

The skins of the three bodies were poisoned by the red-tailed scorpion, and they were all red in color at the moment. They especially needed little paper figures to dye them into normal skin color.

Otherwise, Lu Yuan would be embarrassed to wear this poisonous color.

He was deeply impressed by these monks.

Normally, these monks would set up stalls outside the Luobao and Gold Building. After leaving the Peach Blossom Forest, they would ambush outside the Peach Blossom Forest and ambush the monks coming in and out together with other monks.

After killing the target, several people took away the treasures from the Death Monk. Some of them went into the Peach Blossom Forest to sell the stolen goods and look for new targets.

Lu Yuan did this, firstly, to clean up the environment around the cave, to provide a good business atmosphere for the monks entering and leaving the Peach Blossom Forest, and to prevent the cave itself from taking the blame.

Of course, the main purpose is not just for this, Lu Yuan also plans to come in and get a share of the pie.

As he watched the market outside the wooden building become more and more lively, he became more and more envious.

Make a lot of money in the cave, but you don't bring yourself with you?

Seeing many monks earning spiritual stones in the cave, Lu Yuan felt that this was more sad than losing spiritual stones himself.

So, he had an idea and disguised himself as a tyrannical monk, causing trouble and killing people in the market. Then, he asked the little paper man to come forward and offered to protect the safety of the market while charging a certain stall protection fee.

After Brother Scar made such a fuss in the market, the three monks who chased him were not found alive or dead, which made the many monks setting up stalls in the market much more vigilant.

After a while, the storm subsided, and Lu Yuan appeared in Fangshi with a new set of skins.

It was still the same routine, he was brutal, plundered, and snatched all the items from the two monks' stalls.

When the two monks he deliberately selected saw this, they naturally would not accept the treasure they had worked so hard to obtain end up like this, and fought hard to kill Lu Yuan's skin.

They were easily dispatched by the bone-eating demon puppets wrapped in skins, leaving two miserable corpses on the ground.

Things happened so fast that before the monks could fully react, the two people died and everyone was in an uproar.

"Hee hee~"

At this moment, a burst of laughter sounded in everyone's ears, and a masked paper man floated out of the thick fog.

Under the gaze of many monks, the little paper man's body expanded rapidly, his arms stretched out, and he tightly restrained the troublemaking monks who wanted to escape.

Hundreds of cracks appeared on the paper man's body, and white paper strips like tiny white worms emerged from the cracks and poured into the troublemaking monk's body.

The body of the troublemaking monk was visibly shriveled up, and in the end only a skin was left lying on the ground.

The little paper man floated in front of the skin bag, picked it up, and put it into his body. His empty eyes glanced at all the monks present.

The monks felt a cold aura one after another, and all of them looked serious.

In the thick fog, a pool of dark black glue slowly seeped out from the soil, eventually forming a large dark black ball. The big ball expanded and contracted, turning into a strange-shaped skeleton.

In order to cooperate with the little paper figurine, Lu Yuan pretended to be invincible, and then was sucked dry by the paper figurine. In fact, nothing was lost, and even the skin was recycled by the little paper figurine.

Once a set of scenes is done, it’s time to harvest.

(End of this chapter)