The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 106: It’s hard to buy money but I am happy

The Yangzhou Dusi Tianjian Yamen has been rebuilt to a greater extent than before.

Wang Wen spent the entire afternoon in the yamen, telling Zhao Zhiling, Cheng Xian and others about the entire process of the Huangshan decisive battle.

Of course, the entire process as narrated by him must have been written in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period. All the events related to him were either mentioned in a few words or in the most favorable statements. He even did not mention the fact that he had joined the Maoshan Shangqing Sect.

His calm tone gave Zhao Zhiling, Cheng Xian and others the illusion that "I can do it too."

Especially the newly appointed fake Shaochun official, Ziyang Sect's Yuanyang Taoist, who spoke twice during Wang Wen's narration, using a seemingly professional tone to lament the problems with Wang Wen's handling of the situation at the time, and what effect would have been achieved if he had done something else...

According to Wang Wen's previous bad temper, the first time this guy opened his mouth, he would jump up and tell this guy what the Zaun mother hunter was. But at this moment, he was really exhausted both physically and mentally. He just glanced at this guy and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

With just one glance, he was sure that he and this Taoist priest with only two knives were evenly matched.

He can kill this guy nine times in one minute.

Having been on the brink of life and death too many times, he didn't even have the desire to criticize this kind of character when faced with it again.

In the evening, Wang Wen sent Xu Ergou away and took the brothers who had returned from Huangshan out for some fun, while he himself led the cow and slowly returned to the Sanhe Gang.

The sun hadn't even set yet, but the long, gray street was already deserted. Houses, barely constructed, were everywhere on both sides, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of lime and paint.

Looking around, the entire city is like a huge construction site.

He kept looking around, and the ancient and prosperous Jiangnan water town kept appearing in his mind, and he felt as if he was in another world.

When he reached a fork in the road, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Erniu, are you hungry?"

Hei Erniu looked at the big head from a distance, looked around, and answered honestly, "I'm hungry."

Wang Wen: "Would you like to eat mutton?"

Hei Erniu: ...

Wang Wen also felt a little embarrassed: "Forget it, let's go home."

Hei Erniu thought for a moment and said, "Eat!"

Wang Wen turned around immediately and said, "Let's go!"

He led Hei Erniu along the strange yet familiar streets, walked around several forks in the road, and finally turned to the main street in front of the government office ruins.

From a distance, he could smell the familiar smell of sheep and immediately laughed out loud: "Hey, it's really open!"

After taking a few steps, he saw a large iron pot with steam rising from it. Beside the pot were a few tables and chairs and a few diners.

He shouted from afar, his mouth watering: "Lao Liu, cut five pounds of mutton for me, half ribs and half legs, and heat up another mutton..."

"Got it!"

Old Liu, the man at the stall, responded with a loud, full-throated voice. At the end, he seemed to think the voice was unusually familiar. He poked his head out to look over here. Seeing Wang Wen's face clearly, he hurriedly dropped his kitchen knife, wiped his hands on his greasy apron, and quickly stepped out from behind the large iron wok, hunched over to greet him. "Hey, Master Tiger, why are you here?"

"Aren't you thinking about your family?"

Wang Wen strode over with a smile on his face, and Hei Erniu followed closely behind him: "What, you don't welcome me?"

"How can that be possible?"

Old Liu rushed to him in two steps, bent his waist, grabbed his arm with one hand, and made an "invite" gesture to his stall with the other hand: "I was thinking that since you just came back today, you should find a good restaurant to relax. Please take a seat. I'll give you a bowl of mutton soup first. Please rinse your mouth first..."

"With Lichunyuan gone, where can you go to relax?"

Wang Wen laughed heartily as he walked into the stall. He waved to the several diners who had stood up and bowed to him, smiling broadly, and told them to continue eating and ignore him. "I say, you're quite bold, aren't you? This government office was haunted not long ago, and you dare to come back and open your shop?"

Old Liu said nonchalantly, "Why should I be afraid of ghosts? Poverty is much scarier than ghosts!"

Wang Wen was quite touched when he heard this. He thought about it seriously and nodded, "That makes sense!"

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and sat down at the stall. Old Liu quickly brought him a large bowl of steaming mutton soup with a few green corianders floating on it. "Master Tiger, drink some mutton soup to rinse your mouth first. The meat will be ready soon!"

Wang Wen nodded and took it, blowing on it as he took a sip. He exclaimed in ecstasy, "This is the taste!"

As he spoke, he saw Black Oxen, who was staring at him eagerly from outside the stall. He immediately put down his soup bowl and said to Old Liu with a smile, "Old Liu, pour a basin of mutton soup for my mount as well, and boil five pounds of mutton for it, too. Don't include the head. We'll charge for each basin and bowl later."

At this moment, Hei Erniu was still wearing armor. Old Liu just looked at it in surprise and made a few "tsk tsk tsk" sounds. He didn't say anything offensive like "Why is a cow drinking mutton soup?" Instead, he responded to Wang Wen loudly, "Master Tiger, just eat the meat and drink the soup in peace. Don't mention the money anymore. Even if I am poor, I can't afford to pay for these soups. You can come here to drink soup and eat meat. It is already a honor for me and a blessing for my whole family..."

"Don't try to play tricks on me!"

Wang Wenhu scowled and interrupted him impatiently: "Don't you need the money for these soups and waters? I just need the money for these soups and waters from you? What do you think of me, Wang Lao Hu? I tell you, the amount of money you deserve is exactly what it is. If you give me one penny less or one penny more, I, Wang Lao Hu, will take your surname if I ever set foot in your shabby stall again. But if you dare to cheat me with less weight or use slop to fool me, I will definitely overturn your stall. I won't let you off just because you called me Master Tiger or flattered me a few times. If you don't believe me, just try it!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Old Liu nodded repeatedly as if coaxing a child, then chuckled at the end. Shaking his head, he carried a large plate of steaming mutton to Wang Wen and said helplessly, "Look at you, you're a good person and you've done good things, but why won't you give people a good face and have a good reputation?"

Wang Wen glared at him cockily: "Money can't buy my happiness!"

The other diners at the stall also lowered their heads and chuckled.

This is the Wang Lao Hu they know!
"Old Liu, check out."

After a long time, Wang Wencai burped, took a silver coin, and slowly stood up and walked out.

Old Liu hurried over to see the guests off. Finally, he returned to the table, picked up the silver coins left by Wang Wen, weighed them, and then hurried out again: "Master Tiger, you gave me too much. You still had some silver left last time..."

"Give it back to me."

Wang Wen held the licking-lipped Hei Erniu in one hand, and rubbed his round belly with the other as he walked slowly along the long street back to the Sanhe Gang. Without even turning his head, he said, "Uncle, come back in a few days."

Old Liu waved at his back: "Then take care!"

After he returned to the big iron pot with the silver coins in his hand, the lingering diners in the stall watched Wang Wenyuan leave before whispering to each other, "Hey, this bastard is still the same bad guy as before, he hasn't changed at all!"

"Didn't you hear him say it himself? Money can't buy my happiness! How tough, how manly!"

"It's really tough and manly! ...

"Brother Hu, why are you back?"

When Wang Wen returned to the Sanhe Gang, the Qinghe Gang disciple guarding the gate was also surprised when he saw him and asked.

Wang Wen angrily slapped him on the head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If I don't go back here, where else can I go back to?"

The Qinghe Gang disciple shook his head nonchalantly and reached out to take Hei Erniu's reins, but Wang Wen shook his head and refused. He could only follow him closely: "No, I wanted to ask, why are you back so early?"

Wang Wen: …

He decided to ignore this ignorant guy who was talking nonsense, and walked around the screen wall with Hei Erniu. He saw Huang Xingde sitting in the hall in front of him, wearing a loose coat and holding a book.

Huang Xingde, who was on the other side, heard the commotion here. He looked up and saw Wang Wen coming in with Qianniu. His face was full of disbelief: "Why are you back so early?"

Wang Wen: …

The prejudices in people’s hearts are like a big mountain!
He took the bags from Hei Erniu's back without a word of complaint, carried them into the hall, and introduced them one by one to Huang Xingde: "These are elixirs for warming and replenishing vital energy, personally refined by Master Hun Kun, the head of the Shangqing Sect of Maoshan. He said that taking one every two weeks, combined with quiet exercises, can strengthen the body and prolong life. You must keep them well, it will be difficult to find them if you lose them."

"These are the local specialties Ergou and I brought back from Huangshan. They're all good stuff from last year. Tomorrow, invite a few more knowledgeable herbalists over and assign two people to watch him prepare them."

"These two weapons are my spoils of war in Huangshan. Judging from the identities of their previous owners, they must be rare and powerful weapons in the martial arts world. I have no use for them, so I'm giving them to you as a gift. Whether you keep them as treasures or sell them as a favor, keep them safe and don't let any news leak out."

Huang Xingde looked left and right, his face as bright as a flashing neon light: "This...you..."

Wang Wen waved his hands wearily. "I'm so exhausted right now. I just want to take a hot bath, change into clean clothes, and have a good, comfortable sleep until dawn. No matter what comes, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Huang Xingde had no choice but to wave his hand and said, "Go and rest... Leizi, come and take your brother Tiger to rest, and send a few more servants to serve him."

Wang Wen nodded, turned around, dragged his heavy steps over the threshold, and waved to the two black bulls in the courtyard. The man and the bull, led by a disciple of the Qinghe Gang, walked towards the house behind the lobby.

Huang Xingde watched his heavy back disappear into the corridor filled with dusk, his eyes somewhat complicated.

Based on his understanding of Wang Wen, he had always been certain that this bastard would be out having a good time drinking and partying until noon tomorrow, and then come back yawning.

He could even imagine the first words this bastard would say upon seeing him: 'Old Deng, I'm not bragging to you...'

But today, this bastard came back early for the first time, and he felt unhappy again.

Perhaps all parents are like this. When they see their children being useless and out of touch, they always feel very disappointed and wish they could become sensible and mature overnight.

When their children grow up to be sensible and mature, and are exhausted by life and no longer behave like adults, they will always regret why they did not let their children grow up under their wings for a while longer and become useless and unfocused...

Half an hour later, after washing up and changing into a loose moon-white undershirt, Wang Wen finally lay down on the soft big bed...

He let out a long breath and finally felt at peace in his heart.

Before going to sleep, he habitually summoned the Mountain God Order and took a look, and saw:

【Huangshan God】

[Achievements: 247486]

[Yin De: 3616.6]

[Yin Shen: Exorcism (+)]

Shrine: (Damaged)

[Hundred Schools: Taiyi Rescue and Protection Sutra (Second Heaven) (+), Black Tiger Fist (Perfect), Liuhe Spear (Masterful), Iron Shirt (Perfect), Palm Thunder (Perfect), Canglan Nine-fold Wave (Seventh Heaven) (+]

There were a lot of merit points. He and the Yellow Turban warriors split the profits of the more than 30,000 ghosts of the White Lotus Sect in a 3:7 ratio. He earned more than 200,000 merit points.

Not long ago, he was frightened and intimidated by the nearly 40,000 merit points required for Canglan Jiudielang to advance from the seventh level to the ninth level.

Looking back now, a mere 40,000 merit points is nothing but a drop in the bucket!

In the short term, the limitation on his strength improvement was no longer his merit points, but the speed at which he could collect martial arts and magic...

Well, this may not be accurate enough. Compared with Canglan Jiudielang, Taiyi Jiuku Husbandry Sutra is the real bottomless pit!
It took a full 500 merit points to upgrade the Taiyi Jiuku Husbandry Scripture from the first level to the second level.

Even though this profound and mysterious Ghost Path scripture only has nine levels, and each level only doubles, it will take more than 100,000 merit points to reach the ninth level!
But is this possible?
A peak-level post-natal martial arts technique requires 40,000 to 50,000 merit points to fully master.

A cultivation technique that is at least at the Ghost Immortal level can be maxed out with hundreds of thousands of merit points?

Wang Wen himself felt that he was dreaming!

In the past, if he had imagined this number, he would have jumped out of bed and cursed.

But now, his heart is calm and steady like an old dog...

Compared with achievements, there are very few hidden virtues.

This is normal, after all, good deeds are always harder to earn than merits.

However, in the short term, he does not need to consider promotion, nor will he consider supporting his subordinates. If this amount of merit is only used to improve the realm of Yin Shen, it is barely enough.

According to the 200 points of Yin De required for the Exorcist Realm, his current 3616.6 points of Yin De are at least enough for him to be promoted to the Day Travel Realm, which is comparable to the Heavenly Master!

If his Yin God realm didn't double, he might even have a chance to hope for the Return to Void Realm...

Wang Wen was planning the subsequent upgrade route, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon muffled snoring sounds like thunder were heard in the room.

That night, Wang Wen had a dream.

I dreamed of a dead city, where countless evil spirits were quietly bathing in the bright moonlight.

Suddenly, a terrifying figure wearing a gold and silver flat crown and a scarlet robe slowly rose into the sky like a mountain rising from the sea level, covering the entire silent city, looking up at the moon and laughing wildly... In an instant, all the evil spirits in the city followed suit and laughed wildly!

Wang Wen, who was sleeping, suddenly sat up in shock, his face pale, his mouth wide open, breathing heavily, his head covered in cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)