Chapter 81: The Big Monk's Sales Pitch! A Fool and His Money?

"Senior, do you know my grandfather?"

Zhang Chulan's expression shifted, and he hurriedly bowed.

"Of course I know him!"

Fang Dongtian nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

He was a bit younger than Lao Tianshi, but they were of the same generation after all; he certainly knew Zhang Huaiyi, the disciple of Tianshi Mansion who had been granted a surname, and had met him as well.

In truth, before Zhang Huaiyi caused such a major incident, he really hadn't noticed anything special about him.

It was only later that he heard it from his elders, and at the time, he was quite moved by how well Zhang Huaiyi had hidden himself.

Who would have thought that Zhang Huaiyi would hide for decades and even have a grown grandson.

"Then my grandfather..."

Zhang Chulan hurriedly asked.

"Chulan, this is not the place to talk."

Lao Tianshi spoke up, interrupting Zhang Chulan's inquiry.

After all, Lao Tianshi's status was special, and he had already attracted the attention of quite a few tourists.

Plus, with Fang Dongtian, a Daoist who looked quite elderly, some people were already guessing at Fang Dongtian's identity.

Although Zhang Chulan was anxious in his heart, he still nodded in agreement.

Afterward, Zhang Chulan followed Lao Tianshi and Fang Dongtian into Tianshi Mansion.

"Are we not following them in?"

Xu Si puffed on a cigarette and said softly, his other hand still hauling Feng Baobao along, because the old monk who wanted to swindle Feng Baobao was unwilling to give up.

After a few glib words, Feng Baobao wanted to take out her money again.

"What is there to worry about now that we've reached Longhu Mountain? Are you afraid Lao Tianshi will do something to Zhang Chulan?"

Xu San was actually quite relaxed.

"But this Shiye from Baiyun Guan has arrived, so why haven't we seen that person?"

Xu San felt a bit strange.

He looked around but did not see Lin Xuan's figure.

"Could it be that he didn't come?"

Xu Si was also puzzled when he heard this, thought for a moment, and said.

Although Lin Xuan was on the invitation list, if he didn't come, that was his own decision to make, though the probability was low.

"He's likely coming; perhaps he just didn't arrive with this Fang Zhenren."

Xu San said, glancing at Feng Baobao, who was still struggling, her eyes fixed straight on the prayer beads in the old monk's hand.

"This is a treasure obtained by the Master after a thirty-year battle with a thousand-year fox demon; it's only ninety-eight thousand, it's too cheap."

Feng Baobao muttered, then was dragged away by Xu Si.

"Stop thinking about it, let's get to our destination first."

The big monk selling fake goods saw the easily swindled big client being dragged away, sighed in disappointment, and could only look for a new target.

Before long, he spotted a group of one man and two women.

The man was incomparably handsome with an extraordinary temperament, and his Daoist Robe was incredibly ornate; the material looked very expensive.

The two young women, one gentle and one lively, were dressed in green and white Hanfu, which was very eye-catching.

The people around them saw this, their eyes lighting up, yet they dared not approach rashly.

They all felt inferior by comparison.

"I told you we should have come with Fang Shiye."

Lin Xuan shook his head slightly.

"Didn't we arrive without being late?"

Xiao Qing stuck out her tongue upon hearing this, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"It seems you have no talent for this; you are not allowed to ride again next time. You didn't even use Qi to protect your body, and at that speed, even with your constitution, you would get hurt."

"Mm-hmm!"

Hearing Lin Xuan say this, Xiao Qing hurriedly nodded.

This time it was truly embarrassing.

She had originally been riding the bike with Lin Xuan, but ended up distracted halfway through by the feeling of Lin Xuan's hands touching her waist.

Then the bike crashed directly.

The newly bought bike was totaled; if Lin Xuan hadn't used Qi to protect them both, she reckoned she would have been injured.

Since she had made a mistake, Xiao Qing's attitude in admitting it was quite prompt.

It was just that Lin Xuan could naturally see that Xiao Qing was likely only being obedient on the surface now.

But it was also a harmless hobby.

He shook his head slightly; let her be.

"The three of you, the three of you!"

A voice rang out, and the three of them turned their heads.

"This humble monk greets the three benefactors. I see that the three of you have extraordinary bearings and astonishing Qi Luck; the red fortune above your heads is a full thirty zhang high, which is simply shocking.

It just so happens that I have a treasure in my possession, obtained by my master after a three-hundred-year battle with a demon. Seeing that the three of you are fated, I shall take the liberty of gifting it to you."

The big monk said with a beaming smile, taking a red and white bead from his wrist.

"Gifting it to us?"

Xiao Qing widened her eyes, looking astonished.

"Yes, yes, yes, the three of you are fated."

The big monk said with a beaming smile, handing over the beads in his hand; Lin Xuan looked at the beads being handed over, his expression somewhat strange.

"Where did you get this from?"

Hearing Lin Xuan ask, the big monk felt a surge of joy in his heart.

"I must inform the benefactor, this is indeed a treasure obtained by my master only after a three-hundred-year battle with a demon."

The big monk hurriedly emphasized.

After all, the quality of the clothes the three people were wearing looked quite extraordinary; they were definitely fat sheep with deep pockets.

"Is that so."

Lin Xuan nodded, then asked for the price.

"How much money?"

"Since this humble monk says I am giving it as a gift, it is naturally free of charge."

The big monk said with a beaming smile.

These beads were something he had bought at an antique market for two yuan; they were too new, clearly cheap goods fresh from the factory, even though they looked good on the outside.

But in this day and age, small trinkets are sold by the kilogram.

If this thing could trick these three people into becoming customers, he would make a huge profit.

Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai turned their heads to look at Lin Xuan.

"Since the master is giving it as a gift, then we shall accept it!"

As soon as Xiao Qing heard this, she raised her hand to take the Bead Bracelet, examined it a few times, and put it on her wrist.

"Many thanks, Master, farewell!"

Lin Xuan smiled and thanked him.

"Wait, actually this humble monk has one more treasure, but this one is a treasure my master only obtained after a five-hundred-year battle with a demon snake; unfortunately, my master has passed away, which is why I am searching for those with fate."

Saying this, the monk took out the longer string of beads he had just been using to trick Feng Baobao.

"Giving it away for free?"

Xiao Qing looked surprised.

"Ahem, for this one, we must speak of fate."

"How much fate?"

Lin Xuan looked at the monk before him, a smile on his face.

"That would naturally be ninety thousand... ahem, nine hundred and eighty thousand yuan; after all, this is a treasure left behind by my master upon his passing."

The big monk looked serious, and if one looked closely, one could even see a look of sorrow on his face.

"It is indeed quite a lot of fate, but we are truly very fated; Xiao Qing, pay him."

Lin Xuan smiled and nodded, then spoke.

"Uh, okay!"

Xiao Qing glanced at Lin Xuan in confusion, but naturally did not object, and took out her phone.

The big monk was completely dumbfounded.

They were actually paying.

He was going to make a killing this time.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, he took out his own phone to receive the money.

Following the 'ding' sound of the money arriving, as soon as Xiao Qing took the beads, the big monk turned around and ran.

"The benefactor's fate with this one has ended; this Daoist bids you farewell."

The monk could no longer even speak properly, and slipped into the crowd in a flash.

Several fake Daoists and fake spirit mediums on the side were all stunned.

Were they really that foolish and wealthy?

Just as they were preparing to crowd over to make a big profit, they saw someone walk out from Longhu Mountain and approach quickly.

"Master Lingyu!"

"Greetings, Master Lingyu!"

Many people recognized Zhang Lingyu and greeted him one after another.

Zhang Lingyu returned the greetings in a hurry and walked toward Lin Xuan.

"Lingyu greets you, Daoist; it has been several years, and your demeanor remains the same!"

Zhang Lingyu performed a Daoist salute with a solemn expression, leaving the surrounding people dumbstruck.

The status of Master Zhang Lingyu is no small matter; to think he would be so respectful—who exactly is this foolish and wealthy person?