Immortality begins with monks from the side sect

Chapter 12 Fairyland Mortal World
  "First we need to understand the prices in this market. Why does Fuyunfang look so expensive? Isn't that right?"

Chen Ci inexplicably felt like visiting a luxury store in his previous life.

Not to mention that the road under your feet is paved with a whole piece of white marble, the entire city is very neatly planned. A three-foot-wide cross pedestrian street divides the city into four large blocks, with tall buildings and jade pavilions, where many monks come and go.

What about the casual cultivators who set up stalls?

What about flea markets?
  Where can I buy the soul-fixing talisman of the Sa family?
  Chen Ci had a bad feeling in her heart.

"The consumption is too high, and gold doesn't seem to be a currency here. It's not that it can't be used, but it's a little different than expected."

Food Fairy Pavilion.

Today’s signature dish:
  Stewed chicken with old ginseng/one spiritual pearl, steamed dragon carp/one spiritual pearl, five-jelly dragon soup/one spiritual pearl.
  This should be the food court in the world of immortality, but what is this spirit bead?

Not impressed at all.

Chen Ci paused at the door for a while, sniffed a few times, and left.

"Anyway, a pot of spiritual tea at the roadside stall only costs five taels of gold, so it's still affordable."

It's not that immortal food can't be afforded, but that this kind of turbid tea has a terrible price/performance ratio. If someone dared to sell a pot of five taels of gold in Changping County, the stall would be blown away!

Chen Ci, who was short of money, pretended to be nonchalant and walked around some shops indifferently, looking here and there, and boldly asked the price several times.

Finally, he stopped in front of a medium-sized store called Qianjingfang, adjusted his mentality, and walked in.

The interior decoration of Qianjingfang is quite antique. Except for the shopkeeper, who is a man of cultivation, the rest of the waiters and maids seem to be ordinary people, but they all have excellent appearance and figure.

"I want to buy some items, but it's my first time coming to Fuyunfang and I don't know what I should pay with. By the way, do you accept gold?"

Chen Ci asked the maid in the shop politely, not disdainfully because of others' lack of cultivation.

"Hello, customer, the shop charges spiritual beads and five elements sacred sand. If you have the grass-returning elixir from the Bajing Palace, it is also acceptable. As for gold, I'm sorry, the shop does not charge it."

The maid bowed first, then apologized: "However, guests can go to the Vientiane Treasure Pavilion to exchange the gold for spiritual beads, which is about two hundred feet around the corner."

After chatting for a few more words, Chen Cicai roughly figured out what this spirit bead was.

There is a spiritual beast in the world of spiritual practice, called the Dingling Jade Clam. The clam beads produced in its body can accumulate clear and turbid spiritual energy and turn into spiritual beads. Its effects are similar to the Five Elements Divine Sand, and even have supernatural powers.

The most important thing is that this kind of spiritual clam can be cultivated on a large scale in Shuize Ling Cave. Not only is the production stable, it is much easier to collect than the Five Elements Sacred Sand, which is mostly produced in mountains and wild swamps.

However, the Liang Kingdom is remote and there is no Immortal Spirit Cave Clam Farm, so the monks in the Liang Kingdom would not know about this thing unless they had contact with Fangshi.

Only then did Chen Ci vaguely remember that when he was seeking Taoism in Heshan, the inner disciples had orbs to assist them in their practice. It was probably this kind of thing.

Spirit beads, Five Elements Sacred Sand, and the so-called grass returning elixir, these consumable items that are beneficial to spiritual practice can become the units of measurement for goods that are recognized by monks all over the world.

"The Five Elements Divine Sand is somewhat like a spiritual stone, but it is not mineralized. Instead, it is formed randomly in mountains, rivers and swamps with the movement of clear and turbid qi."

"This Lingzhu Clam Farm is somewhat like a Lingshi Mine, but it is a renewable resource."

"It's another day of high posture."

Wait until you find the Vientiane Treasure Pavilion.

"Today's gold price. One hundred and eighty-two gold can be exchanged for one spiritual pearl?"

Chen Ci blinked, feeling a little dazed.

what is this?
  futures?

No wonder gold can be exchanged for spiritual beads, but most shops only accept spiritual beads and five elements sand.

"The gold I brought can only be exchanged for half a spirit bead. I have to pay for half of it at the next restaurant. I can only order one dish." "And Fuyunfang doesn't allow others to set up stalls at all. In their words, , the rents in shops like Fuyunfang are not cheap. This is too real! Evil capitalists."

The gold in Chen Ci's hand was enough to buy a hundred talisman papers and a bottle of alchemy, but traveling so far away, like an old farmer who had grown up a little bit when he entered the city, was not worth it.

"Hey, some foundations in the mortal world are nothing in front of the real immortal family. I am still running around for some broken silver. I am afraid that in the eyes of the real immortal family, gold is just an ordinary building material like steel in the previous life. Tsk. "

"Farewell between immortals and mortals"

While Chen Ci was trying to adapt to the new knowledge in the spiritual world, while accepting the high prices in the spiritual world, he lamented the hard life of the monks at the bottom.

My heart is heavy with thoughts on my mind.

Alone, lonely, cold.

"Immortal chief, immortal chief, this way."

Suddenly, an inexplicable cry pulled Chen Ci out of his thoughts. When he calmed down, he found that he had reached the deepest part of Fuyunfang City and had already left the business district. The white marble road under his feet also changed at some point. It became a mountain road.

Behind the hillside not far away, a young boy in Tsing Yi ran over to greet Chen Ci and said, "Come this way, Immortal Chief."

Ok?
  Where is this place?

"Where are you going?"

Chen Ci first looked at the young man. He had no cultivation skills, but he was very agile. He must have practiced some boxing and kicking, and then he asked.

"Let's go to Xishanfang. The market is very lively tonight. There are activities in Xianshifang, Lingbengfang, and Miaoyinfang."

The boy's attitude was respectful: "There are many people in Xishanfang, and the immortal always needs people to serve him. If he thinks that the younger one can serve him well tonight, the immortal will reward him with a few coins, and he will be satisfied."

"Can I go to Xishanfang from here?"

Chen Ci was stunned for a moment, what was going on.

"Of course, this is Fuyunfang City, and the east and west are naturally connected."

The boy in Tsing Yi chuckled lightly: "I'm afraid the Immortal Chief is new here. Many local Immortal Chiefs in Xishan Mansion don't want to save face and go directly to Xishanfang to have fun. Most of them enter from Fuyunfang, and then enter Xishanfang from the back mountain road of Fuyunfang."

This horse-riding is called the farewell between immortals and mortals?

It's obviously the mortal world of Immortal Court, but it's no different!

Chen Ci leaned back slightly, then came back to his senses, and said seriously: "Confused, do you think I look like that kind of immortal? I have a certain intention, I just accidentally walked here, step back Bar."

After saying this, Chen Ci flicked a golden bean to the boy, held his waist, and walked back leisurely, with an indifferent expression.

Half an hour later.

A figure first glanced left and right, then quickened his pace and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

"Is this Xishanfang?"

Looking at the tall and short wooden buildings in front of him, Chen suddenly felt as if he had returned to the urban-rural fringe.

There are shops, stalls, a group of monks with excited expressions, and a coquettish nun who is secretly ogling.

"Although Fuyunfang cannot afford it, Xishanfang is more cost-effective. Brother Ding, I really wronged you."

Mr. Chen admitted that his knowledge was short-sighted, but from this point of view, there is a chance that his soul-fixing talisman might be sold.

(End of this chapter)