Si Mu sent his good-for-nothing disciple to deal with the undeads and pulled Zhang Wenjie into the house.
Zhang Wenjie could only use one word to describe it!
Rich!
It looked like a Ferrari engine!
"Martial Nephew, you won't go back on your promise to Martial Uncle, right?”
Four-eyes came out from the corner with a small box. He saw that Zhang Wenjie was stunned by his wealth and asked with a smile.
"What is it?"
Zhang Wenjie seemed to have smelled the scent of small yellow croakers!
"Don't learn from Senior Brother. It's what you promised Uncle-Master, the Flask Heaven Talisman! You agreed!"
He placed the box on the table, opened it, and turned to Zhang Wenjie.
"Martial Uncle is a generous person. He will definitely not treat Martial Nephew unfairly!”
Ding! Ding!
Zhang Wenjie picked up two large yellow croakers and knocked them against each other, making a tinkling sound. As expected, tycoons were inhumane…
"Martial Nephew! Martial Nephew!"
Seeing that Zhang Wenjie had been bewitched by the big yellow croaker, Si Mu could not help but shake his head and sigh at his senior brother's stinginess.
Whoosh!
The box containing the large yellow croakers on the table disappeared from the table. Zhang Wenjie looked at the four eyes with a harmonious expression.
"Martial Uncle, quickly prepare. Martial Nephew is now at the peak of his essence, qi, and spirit. I feel that there will be divine help when he writes!”
After saying that, he took out a piece of paper filled with tiny words and handed it to Si Mu.
Four Eyes took it and looked at it. His eyes hurt. When he saw the contents, his heart hurt.
"Martial Nephew, are you sure you're not lying to Martial Uncle? What did this large amount of gold mean?”
Four Eyes pointed at the first line of the paper, which had the word " gold " written on it.
"Uncle-Master, you might not know this, but things are different now. The reason why the Flask Heaven Talisman was lost and became a legend of Maoshan was because of the problem with the talisman paper, and more importantly, the problem with the materials!”
There weren't many opportunities to extort tycoons, and it was still so open and aboveboard. Of course, the more the better!
"Good! Martial Nephew, don't disappoint Martial Uncle!”
Good for you, Lin Fengjiao. Even your disciples are greedier than you!
Yellow cloth, Pure Yang Brush, Pure Yang Cinnabar, and a large chest of gold.
Looking at the cinnabar on the table, Zhang Wenjie couldn't help but give a thumbs up.”
"Hmph, that's for sure. Could it be that Martial Uncle will be like your stingy master and use fake cinnabar?”
Four-Eye's eyebrows twitched as he glanced at the gold that had disappeared.
Zhang Wenjie seemed to have forgotten about the gold on the table and began to grind the cinnabar. As for the question of his master being stingy, there was no need to refute it. Everyone knew it!
At this moment, Jiale, who was rubbing the medicinal wine, tiptoed in. He looked at Zhang Wenjie grinding the cinnabar and asked curiously what he was doing!
"Shut up, don't you see your senior brother drawing talismans?”
Four-Eyed waved his hand and scolded his disciple who was in the way.
Jiale secretly cursed Master for being a bastard. You have such a lousy voice, and you don't even know who's disturbing who!
It looked like yellow cloth, but it was actually made of special materials that could withstand the burning of magic power without being destroyed.
He held the pen.
Dip it in cinnabar.
Like flowing clouds and flowing water, the cinnabar tip of the brush drew a mysterious pattern on the yellow cloth.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
…
Si Mu had already taken out the yellow cloth for the third time. He knew that Zhang Wenjie did not do it on purpose. After all, if it was really easy, it would not have become a legend of Mao Mountain.
Jiale, who was standing at the side, thought that there was some magical treasure, but who knew that it was just drawing talismans. After losing his patience, he left a message for Si Mu to cook, then turned around and slipped out of the room.
The hard work of the rich did not fail. After failing eighteen times, Zhang Wenjie was finally able to smoothly draw a Flask Heaven Talisman. He had finally drawn one!
Of course, he still had to rely on the system's assistance!
The eighteen failures were all caused by an inexplicable sense of failure at the last moment, which also confirmed the seriousness of the Age of Chaos!
"Martial Uncle, hard work pays off!”
Seeing Zhang Wenjie heave a sigh of relief, the four eyes knew that their efforts this time were not in vain!
He eagerly took the Flask of the Sky Talisman from Zhang Wenjie. The more he looked at it, the deeper the smile on his face became. With trembling hands, he folded the Flask of the Sky Talisman and kept it with him.
Zhang Wenjie tiredly took out a cigarette and lit it. As for the excitement of Martial Uncle Four-Eyed, he was a little speechless.
The Flask Heaven Talisman that he had drawn was at most the size of the small yellow croaker box. It could not be compared to the Flask Heaven Talisman that he had loaded into the system.
"Time to eat!"
Jiale's howling came from outside the house.
"Eat! Eat! Martial Nephew has worked hard and made great contributions. He must have a good drink with Martial Uncle!”
"Jiale! Take out my precious Tiger Leather Wine!”
Jiale, who was originally serving the dishes, instantly became energetic. After putting down the dishes, he ran into the house.
However, he jogged two steps and turned back.
"Master, Master Ikkshou from next door is back!”
"What? You want me to go over and pay my respects?”
Upon hearing that the old ghost had returned, the joy on Four-Eye's face was instantly halved. He did not know if it was because he did not have enough capital to show off that he was depressed…
Jiale, who was holding a bottle of wine, saw that his master was not around. Bilibili, who could not hide her mouth, told him everything about Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and Master Ikkxiu.
Zhang Wenjie smiled when he heard that. To put it bluntly, it was a battle between Buddhism and Taoism!
Then, he understood why their relationship was so tense.
Although they were neighbors, they were also sworn enemies and disliked each other.
When they met, they would definitely fight!
Apart from the fact that one of them was a Taoist priest and the other was a monk, their personalities and principles were also exactly the opposite.
For example, Martial Uncle Four-Eyed drank wine and ate meat. He was not afraid of cold food and had a lively personality.
On the other hand, Master Ikxiu was merciful and had a relatively old-fashioned personality. The two of them lived under the same roof for a long time and naturally became enemies.
Before Jiale could finish his sentence, the four eyes appeared behind Jiale Sheng. His face darkened and he raised his hand to punch him.
"Master…Master…"
Feeling Wuming's murderous aura, Jiale's expression stiffened as he turned around.
Just as Jiale was about to receive his master's love, Master Ikkyu, who was holding prayer beads, walked over with a young woman in red clothes with flowers. This woman was Qingqing.
Knowing that he was saved, Jiale Xinhua hurriedly said,""Grandmaster is here!"
However, when his eyes landed on Qingqing, who was behind Master Ikyo, his eyes emitted a green light. Zhang Wenjie could even hear the sound of swallowing.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed snorted coldly. He felt that Ikkyu was an eyesore when he entered the room, so he turned around and left after saying,""Say I'm not feeling well."
Zhang Wenjie only felt a bunch of black lines on his forehead. Such a loud voice, and it could be heard outside the house. Was it so uncomfortable?
Seeing the master turn around and enter the room, Keller shrugged to show that he was not surprised.
"Senior Brother, don't be surprised. Master is like this when he meets Master Yixiu.”
Zhang Wenjie smiled back. It was none of his business whether they were enemies or not!
At this moment, Master Yixiu ignored the existence of Si Mu. He looked up and down at Zhang Wenjie with a trace of shock. He was so young and had great cultivation!
"Jiale, who is this?"
"Master, let me introduce you. This is my master Lin Jiu's disciple, Zhang Wenjie!”
"Wenjie, this is Master Ikxiu, and this is the beautiful Qingqing!”
Jiale emphasized on praising Qingqing. Zhang Wenjie was speechless at such roundabout praise. Wasn't he a straight man of steel?!
"I've long heard of Master Yixiu's fame from Master. Master praised Master for his profound Buddhist teachings!”
This kind of rainbow-like bullsh * t was very novel, and it made Master Ikxiu smile.
"You're indeed Fellow Daoist Lin's disciple. You speak differently, unlike some fellow…"
The last sentence was so high-profile that it was obvious to everyone that he was pointing fingers at the mulberry tree and cursing the locust tree!
"Miss Qingqing, have I seen you before? You look so similar to the one I know!”
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