Chapter 72: Ying Zheng: This Kid Tang San is Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger (Third Update)

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

Before the Shanmen of the Shaolin Temple, calm had already been restored.

The sea of people from yesterday's auction ceremony had already vanished.

It is rumored that yesterday, Murong Fu fought one against a hundred and fought his way out alive.

As for all of this, Shaolin stated that it had nothing to do with them.

They were just the ones hosting the auction.

Just like that, the Wu Lin fell into chaos because of egg-fried rice and beef noodles.

Moreover, this chaos continued for thousands of years.

Of course, Abbot Xuanci knew nothing of all this.

At this moment, Abbot Xuanci was already quietly waiting inside the temple, having obtained the thousand-year snow lotus.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

Inside the Shaolin Temple at night, within the Discipline Hall, Xuanci and Xuanji were both sitting cross-legged.

And before the two of them lay the snow lotus, preserved in a brocade box.

"Senior brother, it is about time!"

Glancing at the time, Xuanji said softly.

Subsequently, a burst of white mist emerged within the Discipline Hall, and the two vanished without a trace in an instant.

Skillfully crossing the ancient starry path, Abbot Xuanci and Xuanji had just stepped into the food shop when they heard Yue Buqun’s words.

"Shopkeeper, please add thousand-year ginseng to my beef noodles today, and add thousand-year lingzhi to my beef noodles!"

As soon as Yue Buqun’s words were spoken, Xuanji and Abbot Xuanci, who had just entered, were slightly stunned.

Is this that penniless Yue Buqun?

Something isn't right; how did he become so wealthy after not seeing him for a few days?

He even has thousand-year ginseng and thousand-year lingzhi.

This is unscientific!

"Oh, you two have arrived?"

Just after ordering, Yue Buqun turned his head and locked eyes with Xuanci and Xuanji.

Yue Buqun immediately revealed a smile and offered a greeting.

"Benefactor Yue, may I ask where you obtained this thousand-year lingzhi and thousand-year ginseng?"

Beside Abbot Xuanci, Xuanji spoke up to ask.

He remembered that his world and Yue Buqun’s world were both Wu Lin worlds.

Perhaps the place where Yue Buqun found the thousand-year lingzhi and thousand-year ginseng...

They could also find them in their own world.

If so, they would make a huge profit.

But Yue Buqun’s next answer left Xuanci and Xuanji dumbfounded.

"Where else could it come from? I led some men to raid the Shaolin Temple, and there it was!"

Casting a glance at Xuanci and Xuanji, Yue Buqun revealed a slightly honest, simple smile.

It was precisely because of Xuanci and Xuanji’s usual displays of wealth that Yue Buqun became certain that Shaolin was a fat sheep.

That was how this great harvest came to be.

In a large sense, it was Xuanci and Xuanji themselves who facilitated this matter.

And Xuanci and Xuanji, unaware of all this, did not care at all that the Shaolin Temple had been raided.

What they cared about was why the Shaolin Temple in Yue Buqun’s world had these things.

Yet their own Shaolin Temple did not.

This is unfair; why is there such discriminatory treatment?

Listening to Yue Buqun describe how wealthy the Shaolin Temple in his world was...

Abbot Xuanci and Xuanji were both tempted.

If given the chance, the two of them would also like to raid the Shaolin Temple.

"Oh, you are all here!"

Just as Xuanci and Xuanji were complaining about the unfairness, Zhang Sanfeng arrived with Song Yuanqiao.

"Shopkeeper, please, put this Tianshan snow lotus in the beef noodles, and chop this thousand-year fleeceflower root into the beef noodles!"

As soon as Song Yuanqiao arrived, he took out two items.

After paying for the food and the processing fee, Song Yuanqiao handed the items to Su Mu.

Watching Zhang Sanfeng and the others casually produce two thousand-year medicinal herbs...

Abbot Xuanci and the others were stunned once again.

Why?

How could it be like this?

Usually, weren't they, the Shaolin bald donkeys, the wealthiest?

But how did Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, and the others have more than them so easily?

Looking at the thousand-year snow lotus in his own hand, Abbot Xuanci suddenly felt it wasn't so appealing anymore.

Slightly dejected, he handed the thousand-year snow lotus to Su Mu, paid the money, and then Xuanci and Xuanji found a place to sit down.

But just as they sat down, Yue Buqun on the other side began to ask.

"True Person Zhang, where did you get this snow lotus? Did you also take it from the Shaolin Temple?"

Yue Buqun asked with great curiosity.

After all, he remembered that last time, Zhang Sanfeng had severely fleeced Shaolin.

"Oh? Could it be... Sect Master Yue, did you also...?"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, Song Yuanqiao beside him asked with a soft suspicion, as if he had discovered something.

Then the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Leaving Abbot Xuanci and Xuanji in the corner to weep silently.

The two could not understand why the Shaolin Temple in their world was so wealthy, while they two were so poor.

This was purely because Xuanji and the others had forgotten.

Whether it was Zhang Sanfeng or Yue Buqun, they were both hundreds of years after them.

Shaolin’s hundreds of years of accumulation were, of course, wealthier than theirs.

"Shopkeeper, I would like to ask, can these be added to watermelon juice?"

Just as Xuanci and Xuanji were feeling depressed.

Ying Zheng walked in carrying several boxes and asked Su Mu respectfully.

Su Mu glanced at the items in the boxes, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Damn, as expected of the First Emperor, he is truly wealthy.

These herbs, hundreds or thousands of years old, five or six of them at once—he is truly rich.

However, at the thought of juicing these things...

Su Mu’s face couldn't help but twitch.

Can that stuff really be drunk?

Does the First Emperor have such heavy tastes?

It’s not that Su Mu is overthinking it; it just looks so strange to add them to watermelon juice.

Perhaps Ying Zheng has discovered his constitution is worsening and wants to use food as a supplement!

Su Mu could only think that way.

Accepting Ying Zheng’s items, Su Mu prepared to process them.

But just as he turned around, Tang San’s figure arrived.

"Shopkeeper, please add this ten-thousand-year soul beast meat to the egg-fried rice and beef noodles!"

As soon as Tang San arrived, he spoke respectfully.

Then he took the ten-thousand-year soul beast meat out of his soul tool.

The sudden appearance of the ten-thousand-year soul beast left Zhang Sanfeng, Xuanci, Yue Buqun, Ying Zheng, and the others stunned.

What is that, ten-thousand-year soul beast meat!

A ten-thousand-year treasure!

In the knowledge of Zhang Sanfeng and the others, it seemed no ten-thousand-year medicinal herb had ever appeared.

And Tang San’s ten-thousand-year soul beast meat was naturally regarded by them as something on par with a ten-thousand-year medicinal herb.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

This Tang San is simply too terrifying!

Especially Ying Zheng, whose brows furrowed tightly.

Good fellow, so this kid has been pretending to be poor all along.

You can just pull out something like this, and you say you’re a pauper?

You are clearly playing the pig to eat the tiger!

Tang San: I didn't, don't let your imagination run wild, I really am a pauper!