Chapter 72: Ying Zheng: That Kid Tang San Pretends to Be a Pig to Eat the Tiger (Third Update)

Time turned, and a day passed.

Before the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, calm had already returned.

Yesterday's grand auction, packed with crowds, had vanished without a trace.

Rumor had it that yesterday Murong Fu, fighting a hundred alone, had carved his way out through sheer force.

As for all this, Shaolin claimed it had nothing to do with them.

They were just running an auction.

Thus, the Jianghu and Wu Lin fell into chaos over egg fried rice and beef noodles.

Moreover, this chaos would continue for thousands of years.

Of course, Abbot Xuan Ci knew nothing of all this.

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

Time turned, and several days passed.

Inside Shaolin Temple at night, within the Discipline Hall, Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji were both seated cross-legged.

Before the two of them lay the snow lotus preserved in a brocade box.

"Senior brother, it's about time!"

Glancing at the time, Monk Xuanji spoke softly.

Shortly after, a white mist surged within the Discipline Hall, and the two vanished without a trace.

Stepping skillfully across the Starry Ancient Path, Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji had just entered the food shop when they heard Yue Buqun's words.

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

The moment Yue Buqun spoke, Monk Xuanji and Abbot Xuan Ci, who had just entered, were slightly stunned.

Is that the poor beggar Yue Buqun?

Something's off; how has he become so wealthy in just a few days?

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

This isn't scientific!

"Oh, you two are here?"

Having just finished ordering, Yue Buqun turned around and came face to face with Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji.

Yue Buqun immediately broke into a smile and greeted them.

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

Standing beside Abbot Xuan Ci, Monk Xuanji spoke up to ask.

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

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

They could find it in their own world as well.

In that case, they would make a huge profit.

However, Yue Buqun's next reply left Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji stunned.

"Where else could it come from? I led people to raid Shaolin Temple, and here it is!"

Glancing sideways at Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji, Yue Buqun showed a hint of a simple, honest smile.

It was precisely because of Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji's usual behavior of showing off their wealth that Yue Buqun had confirmed Shaolin was a fat sheep.

This led to this great harvest.

To a large extent, it was Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji who made this happen.

And Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji, unaware of all this, did not care at all that Shaolin Temple had been raided.

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

Yet their own Shaolin Temple had none.

This isn't fair; why the different treatment?

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

Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji both felt tempted.

If given the chance, they too would want to raid Shaolin Temple.

"Oh, you're all here!"

Just as Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji were complaining about the unfairness, Zhang Sanfeng arrived with Song Yuanqiao.

"Shopkeeper, trouble you; put this one Tian Shan snow lotus into the beef noodles, and chop this one thousand-year polygonum into pieces and put it into the beef noodles!"

Upon arriving, Song Yuanqiao took out two items.

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

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

Abbot Xuan Ci and the others were stunned once again.

Why?

How could this be?

Normally, weren't their Shaolin bald monks the wealthiest?

Yet Zhang Sanfeng, Yue Buqun, and the others casually had more than themselves.

Looking at the thousand-year snow lotus in his own hand, Abbot Xuan Ci suddenly felt it no longer smelled fragrant.

With a hint of disappointment, he handed the thousand-year snow lotus to Su Mu, paid the money, and Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji found a place to sit down.

However, as soon as they sat, Yue Buqun on the other side began to ask.

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

Yue Buqun asked, quite curious.

After all, he remembered that last time Zhang Sanfeng had ruthlessly squeezed a hefty sum out of Shaolin.

"Oh? You too? Could it be that Sect Leader Yue, you as well?"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, it was Song Yuanqiao beside him who let out a soft, puzzled sound, as if he had noticed something.

The two then exchanged a glance and burst into laughter one after the other.

Left in the corner, Abbot Xuan Ci and Monk Xuanji silently wept.

The two simply couldn't understand why the Shaolin Temple of their world was so wealthy, while the two of them were so poor.

This was purely because Xuanji and the others had forgotten.

Whether it was Zhang Sanfeng or Yue Buqun, both came several hundred years after them.

Several hundred years of Shaolin's accumulated wealth was naturally far richer than the two of them.

"Shopkeeper, may I ask—can these be added into the watermelon juice?"

Just as Xuan Ci and Xuanji were feeling depressed.

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

Su Mu glanced at the things inside the boxes, and couldn't help the corners of his mouth twitch.

Holy crap, worthy of Qin Shi Huang indeed—just plain rich.

These herbs of several hundred to a thousand years each, five or six stalks handed out at once—truly loaded.

But, the moment he thought of juicing these things.

Su Mu's face couldn't help twitching again.

Can that stuff really be drunk?

Does Qin Shi Huang's taste really run this heavy?

It wasn't that Su Mu's mind was wandering—it really was that adding them into watermelon juice looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

Perhaps Ying Zheng had already noticed his constitution was deteriorating, and wanted to supplement his diet!

Su Mu could only think of it that way.

Having accepted Ying Zheng's items, Su Mu prepared to go process them.

But just as he turned around, Tang San's figure arrived at just that moment.

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

The moment Tang San arrived, he respectfully said so.

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

The sudden appearance of the ten-thousand-year soul beast made Zhang Sanfeng, Xuan Ci, Yue Buqun, Ying Zheng, and the others all freeze in shock.

What the heck—ten-thousand-year soul beast meat!

A ten-thousand-year treasure!

In Zhang Sanfeng and the others' understanding, it seemed no ten-thousand-year spiritual herbs had ever appeared.

And Tang San's ten-thousand-year soul beast meat was naturally taken by them to be something on par with ten-thousand-year spiritual herbs.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

Isn't this Tang San just too terrifying?!

Ying Zheng in particular knit his brows tightly.

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

Something like this, pulled out casually—just like that—and you say you're a pauper?

You're clearly playing the pig to eat the tiger!

Tang San: I didn't, you guys stop making wild guesses, I'm really a pauper!