Chapter 10

Tianlu City, Furong Street

"Another wonderful day!"

Early in the morning, Su Mu's food shop opened on time as usual.

Unlike the past two days, Su Mu was in a very good mood today.

In just two days, with three fool customers visiting, he had made a fortune.

In just two days, Su Mu had earned fifty-four taels of gold.

At the current gold price of six hundred thirty-one yuan per gram, Su Mu had earned over one point seven million in two days.

With a fortune of a million in hand, Su Mu immediately felt his future life would be very comfortable.

As usual, he opened the door and simply sat inside his shop, sipping tea and closing his eyes to rest.

At other shops, there were at least a few customers.

But at Su Mu's place, not even a single person bothered to come in.

In two days, word of the exorbitant prices here had spread far and wide—no one would dare come.

Su Mu was perfectly happy with the quietness—as long as fools showed up!

Inside the shop, time slowly passed.

Until afternoon, two figures finally entered the shop; before Su Mu could even look up, a blinding flash of light struck his eyes.

Turning his head, he saw two large monks in saffron robes slowly walking in.

But both seemed tense, as if they had just come down from the mountains, wary of everything around them.

Just as Su Mu was about to approach, he noticed three familiar figures entering behind them.

"Owner, one serving of egg fried rice, salted egg, and cold boiled water set!"

As soon as they arrived, Yue Buqun's voice rang out.

This time, Yue Buqun was full of swagger, strutting in like a newly rich man.

He had extorted—no, reclaimed—ten thousand taels of silver from Yu Canghai.

He, Yue Buqun, was rich now!

"Huh? Shaolin monks?"

No sooner had he shouted than Yue Buqun noticed the two large monks inside the shop; without even needing to examine them closely, he instantly recognized their identity.

That distinctive aura of power, glowing brilliantly—only Shaolin monks could look like that.

"Master, Shaolin!"

Song Yuanqiao, standing beside Yue Buqun, also grew wary upon seeing the Shaolin monks here.

Wudang and Shaolin have always been the twin pillars of the Wu Lin.

Naturally, Wudang must be wary of those bald Shaolin monks!

"Let's observe first—we're here to taste the food!"

Zhang Sanfeng silently nodded, giving Song Yuanqiao a glance.

This is the realm of immortals—stay calm, no impulsiveness.

Song Yuanqiao understood this perfectly; he smiled and skillfully ordered two sets of egg fried rice with salted eggs and cold boiled water for Su Mu.

Instantly, inside the food shop, Yue Buqun, Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others fell silent, quietly finding seats to sit.

Meanwhile, the two large monks standing inside the shop were growing increasingly anxious.

"Abbot brother, where exactly are we? What should we do?"

The two monks were growing impatient; they had been in Shaolin Temple discussing the upcoming Wu Lin Conference.

Who knew, a white mist suddenly surged forth—and Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji, both of Shaolin, were spun around violently before arriving here.

"Amitabha, brother, let us first observe the situation!"

Abbot Xuan Ci spoke, then turned his gaze toward Zhang Sanfeng and Yue Buqun on the other side.

Before the three of them, Su Mu had already brought up the salted eggs and cold boiled water.

Abbot Xuan Ci, seeing all three had ordered, thought carefully about the information he had gathered from the menu earlier.

"Venerable, please bring us two cups of clear water!"

He politely addressed Su Mu, who stood nearby; as ordained monks, they could not break their precepts—they could not order salted eggs or egg fried rice.

Even though this place was strange, Buddhist precepts remained Buddhist precepts.

It was the same everywhere!

"Oh, alright!"

Su Mu glanced at them with curiosity, his brow slightly furrowed.

The world was vast, full of wonders—were there still monks this generous, this foolish?

Aren't monks nowadays supposed to be sharp as foxes?

Out and about with golden chains, small watches, eating grilled skewers three times a day.

Left hand Mars, right hand ball, hitting the bars every other day!

But these two seemed… kind of dumb?

They walked in and ordered just two cups of water?

If they were truly thirsty, wouldn't it be easier to buy two bottles of Longfu Mountain Spring from next door?

He silently grumbled inwardly, but since customers had come, Su Mu naturally wouldn't refuse.

He brought over two cups of water and handed them to the monks.

The two monks then pulled out gold coins and handed them to Su Mu.

With just one glance, Su Mu took the gold coins.

Can't tell at all — these days, aside from actors who like this sort of thing, I never expected monks to play it so fancy and flashy.

He pinched the gold bean in his hand; he had to admit, the monks of this world sure knew how to have fun!

But as for this, Su Mu wasn't all that surprised.

After this world had gone through a great catastrophe, gold had long since become circulating currency.

Inside the gourmet shop.

Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji both looked at the plain boiled water before them, and for a moment their gazes couldn't help but sweep the surroundings.

"Senior brother, look — that man over there is practically mesmerized just eating a braised egg!"

Monk Xuanji, who stood to one side, pointed at Yue Buqun, who was currently eating a braised egg, and muttered softly to Abbot Xuan Ci.

Although he was a man who had left the household, he had never eaten one before!

But in his understanding, eating a braised egg shouldn't warrant this kind of reaction!

Wherever is this person from — eating an egg with such soul-stirring rapture.

"I see it — the state of those two over there isn't quite right either!"

His gaze swept over Yue Buqun, and then Abbot Xuan Ci's eyes shifted to Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng on the other side.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao were eating heartily, fully savoring the charm of egg fried rice.

As they gulped down big mouthful after big mouthful of egg fried rice, and took a bite of braised egg along with it, both their faces flushed red from the heat.

Yet both wore smiles on their faces, closed their eyes and focused their spirits, looking utterly enraptured.

Such a scene left Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji utterly dumbfounded.

"Senior brother, this place is too strange — let's go!"

A faint sense of foreboding stirred within Monk Xuanji, and he spoke softly.

And Abbot Xuan Ci opposite him, similarly muttering to himself, silently nodded.

He swallowed his saliva, and Abbot Xuan Ci unconsciously picked up the plain boiled water before him and took a sip.

The moment that single mouthful of plain boiled water entered his lips, Abbot Xuan Ci froze on the spot.

"Senior brother, it's time to go!"

Monk Xuanji, who had already risen to one side, looked at Abbot Xuan Ci suddenly standing motionless and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

But the moment the words had just left his mouth, the next instant, Abbot Xuan Ci, who had been in a daze, seemed to have a spasm.

"Go? Go where — this old monk isn't going anywhere today!"