Immortality begins with monks from the side sect

Chapter 43 Stealing a Home
  "It's no coincidence that the sword platform in Xishanfang only opens on the 20th of every month. It will take two days to arrive, but it doesn't open every month."

"I see."

"In addition, although the amount of bets on the sword platform does not count, the entrance fee requires a spirit bead, which is not cheap."

"what?"

Chen Ci blinked, didn't this block the way for free prostitution?

"Haha, the girls in Miaoyinfang are just looking at it without paying any money. This is probably the only cheap thing in Xishanfang."

The good monk was also happy: "The Sword Platform does not allow people to come and go as they please. If brother wants to see something for free, he can only wander around the market to see if any of his colleagues are gambling and fighting in anger."

Bet on the sword, bet on the sword, bet on the front and the back, so naturally gambling is the most important thing.

After Chen Ci asked a few questions and bowed and thanked him, he understood that there were two types of sword gambling in the city: light and dark.

Ming Gamble is the sword platform in Shangfang City. Naturally, someone has written a guarantee and set up a spiritual bead market with odds. Everyone can bet on the fight, but if you want to enter the sword platform to see it in person, you need to pay a ticket for one spiritual bead. Money.

Sword gambling on the sword platform is a fight to the death. At most, only one person can get off the sword platform alive. Even if they both die in draws, there are not many people who are afraid of the banker using some underhanded tactics to ruin his reputation.

The secret bet is because it is strictly forbidden to cause trouble in Fangshi, but there are many disputes between monks. As long as both parties do not refuse, Fangshi can also be a witness, point to the ground as a prison, and let them speak with swords. Although they do not care about life or death, they can also It doesn't have to be a fight to the death, the main thing is to decide who wins or loses.

Originally, this kind of secret gambling often involved people betting on fights, but after it was played out several times by some people, others only watched the fun without placing bets. At most, the two parties would bet on some winnings.

Fight to the death on the sword platform.

No wonder it only opens once a month and not necessarily every month.

What a useless monk.

Chen Ci was a little stunned. Since the dealer set the odds for betting, it should only draw water and not bet. The cultivation level of both sides of the sword bet should be similar at least on the surface, otherwise the game would not be possible.

My cheap senior brother Lin Qinhu had won thirty-seven games in sword gambling in seven years, and the gold content was probably much higher than he thought.

Lin Qinhu is a monk of Heshan Sect.

He is also a monk of Heshan Cult.

"Am I so powerful?"

Chen Ci touched the Five Yin Evil Qi bag on his waist. If he wasn't powerful, it must be a problem with the magic weapon.

"The market is opened at noon on the 20th of every month, and the market closes at Shen Shi. The sword betting begins at You Shi. Come and see for yourself the day after tomorrow."

"The ticket price for a spiritual bead seems a bit expensive, but it's not unaffordable."

He subconsciously dug into his arms, but found nothing. Where had his five large spirit beads gone?

"etc."

Chen Ci was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that in order to prevent himself from losing control, he had already used all the spirit beads for practice. He only had more than thirty taels of gold left in his body, and an old ginseng was still of some value. .

Let alone entering Jiantai, if you stay in Fangshi for a few more days, where to stay will become a problem.

sloppy.

However, Chen Ci was not worried. He also had the ability to make talismans. Even if he could draw some soul-fixing talismans and sell them, he would not be really depressed.

"In a famine year, craftsmen will not die of hunger. Although their words may be rough, their reasoning is not rough."

Three days later, Chen Ci sneered and strode away from Xishanfang. This month, the sword platform in Fangshi was not open. He was seriously wasting his time.

Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that the soul-fixing talisman was not sold.

Soul-fixing Talisman: Xiao Cheng/59/100
  He carried three soul-fixing charms, twelve taels of gold, and an old ginseng. He looked at the flowing clouds of the river and his own gold finger panel, feeling a little sad. Even with his skill in drawing the soul-fixing talisman, the success rate would drop so much in a less stable environment.

Chen Ci had tried it before. As he became more and more skilled in practicing the soul-fixing talisman, he was able to achieve the efficiency of ten talismans into one even at noon. It was no longer the poor level where all ten talismans failed when he first tried it.

Unexpectedly, if you are not in a dedicated talisman-making quiet room, the success rate will also decrease.

On the first day, ten talismans became two.

The next day, I was a little anxious, and ten talismans became one.

Forget it, just put together three soul-fixing talismans and sell the old ginseng, which is barely enough.

Unexpectedly, no one in Xishanfang seemed to have bad luck in the past two days. Not even a soul-fixing talisman was sold. During the period, someone counter-offered to 50 taels of gold per piece, but he decisively rejected it.

It’s okay if you don’t want to wait here in Xishanfang.

At worst, I'll go live in Xishan Fucheng, focus on the turbid energy, and slow down the cultivation level as much as possible. At least wait and see this month before talking.

"Twelve taels of gold, one hundred and twenty taels of silver, renting a yard is more than enough."

Chen Ci sighed. He just wanted to live in a better place, get some Feng Shui treasures, and practice cultivation at the same time, but it was difficult.

"Senior Brother Chen, what do you mean?"

At Fuhu Altar, Ding Jiang looked at some seasonal fruits on the table and was stunned for a moment. Are you going to test me with these things?
  The courtesy is light but the affection is heavy. Yes, these fruits were picked by him himself, that's it.

Chen Ci comforted herself, then picked up the tea cup and said with a smile: "Well, Junior Brother Ding, I came to Xishan Mansion to visit a friend, and I want to stay with you for a few days. We are like brothers, so you shouldn't worry about such a small matter. Wouldn’t you like it?”

"Stay for two days?"

Ding Jiang immediately became vigilant: "Fellow Daoist Chen, don't run away if you cause any trouble outside. I'll come here. You don't have to hide from small things. It's useless to hide from big things. Fuhutan is not a place outside the law. No, although the tutor is not afraid of trouble, he will not cause trouble at will."

Chen Ci: "."

When he handed over a soul-fixing talisman, Ding Jiang took it calmly, and then coughed lightly: "Senior Brother Chen, are you really not?"

"No, no, no, I'm just coming out for some fresh air."

Chen Ci shook his head decisively: "Our Heshan Sect is a famous sect of immortality, what trouble can I cause?"

Forehead.
  Ding Jiang looked at Chen Ci and saw that he was not lying. Then he felt relieved and said, "Senior Brother Chen comes to my humble home. Naturally, I will sweep the couch to welcome you. It can only last for two days. If it is longer, it will be rude and so on."

Ding Jiang's face suddenly became suspicious, he touched his chin and asked curiously: "Senior Brother Chen, are you practicing in Changping County?"

Seeing Chen Ci nod, Ding Jiang slapped his thigh suddenly: "Brother, why are you still hanging out? All the official documents from Changping County have been sent to Xishan Mansion, and even Fuhu Tan received a copy. You Our family fortune is almost gone!”

what?
  How many days have it been since I came out?

Chen Ci was also stunned for a moment, but when he saw Fatty Ding's look, he probably wasn't trying to bluff him, so he handed over Zhang Soul Talisman and asked, "How do you say this?"

"Hey, isn't something weird happening in your Changping County area? I heard that the Zhang family's children were also involved?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Chen Ci was also surprised: "If the Zhang family is dead, my disciples of the Heshan Sect will not be held responsible, right?"

"That's not necessary, but you are the deacon of Changping County."

Ding Jiang's fat face trembled: "If Longhu Mountain sends a high-level Taoist priest to inspect, you will be responsible for the reception. If you can't find anyone, the high-level Taoist priest will go up and check. Hey, if your deacon position is gone, The main altar will send another disciple to take over Sanyin Temple."

ah! ? ? ?

Chen Ci's eyes widened suddenly. What kind of truth was this? Why didn't he know?
  (End of this chapter)