The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Trading that Xu Zhu’s body?

Why does it sound like something unjust?

The more Qiao Feng thought about it, the more something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything illegal about this: Xu Zhu, the owner of the body, even said he didn't want it anymore.

He was stunned for a moment and then said:

"It's okay if I give it to you, but I still need Master Xu Zhu's consent."

OK, it’s stable! Who is Xu Zhu, my Li Hao?

The two of them immediately went to look for Xu Zhu.

Beside a clear mountain stream, Wu Song was washing his skin and hair, taking a piece of his clothes to wipe Xu Zhu's bloody head.

"Master! Master! Maybe I can use your shed body?" Li Hao, who pulled Qiao Feng over, asked directly.

Xu Zhu was not afraid of Li Hao doing weird things with his body, so he nodded and said yes, smiled at Qiao Feng, and asked for some advice on the cultivation of the True Form Realm.

Qiao Feng had no intention of hiding any secrets. He crushed some experiences and explained them in simple terms several times before he asked:

"Master Xu Zhu! You have to find a way to deal with your behavior! It just so happens that I haven't visited Master Xuan Ku in Shaolin for a long time. How about I take you back to Shaolin?"

Xu Zhu was silent after hearing the words. He remembered that he had been away from the mountain for more than half a year, which was the longest in his life. He also missed his brothers, abbot and mentor in Shaolin, and he immediately returned home.

"Great kindness!" Xu Zhu replied, with a hint of joy in his heart:

At first, the abbot opposed all opinions and included me in the Eight Little Divine Monks, which caused criticism. Now, although I have lost my body, I have finally broken through to the true form. How many times can I go back and make him feel proud?

After a few words, Qiao Feng and Xu Zhu decided to go to Shaolin together. Then seeing that Xu Zhu didn't care about his body, he threw Xu Zhu's body to Li Hao.

Looking at Li Hao who was curiously exploring Xu Zhu's body, Qiao Feng suddenly realized in his mind:

"What if Brother Ren's nephew is allowed to beat Brother Ren and let him know that I can take on two identities and move at the same time, and he can't take back my body and practice for nine hours every day?"<

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Thinking of this, Qiao Feng, a strong-willed man who is not afraid of anything, couldn't help but shudder and said quickly:

"Master, the matter of Taoism is of great importance. Why don't you and I set out now?"

Ah? So urgent?

Li Hao, who couldn't put it down after playing with the newly arrived figures, raised his head and tried to persuade him.

This advice, this familiar Li style of 'for your own good, for your sake' made Qiao Feng even more difficult to resist.

Under the threat of 'nine hours' x2 a day, Qiao Feng's attitude was extremely resolute. He only exchanged a few words of greetings, then apologized and flew away with Xu Zhu in the air.

By the stream, Li Hao felt a little lost.

"People in the world meet by chance and get along very happily. We have been apart for many years, but we will always meet again. Why is Brother Li so sad?" Wu Song stroked a strand of wet hair, took a knife and cut it directly from the root, and cut the hair Abandoned into running water.

"Erlang is right." Li Hao nodded to calm down his worries. He was surprised by Wu Song and asked:

"What are you doing, Erlang?"

While Wu Song was cutting his hair, he replied: "In the previous battle with the Dao monster, it pulled my hair several times, which was very painful. This is a flaw and should be eliminated."

Is this the end of the world line? Wu Song must be a traveler?

Watching the hair floating in the water, Li Hao began to think wildly again:

‘I took the traveler with me on a journey to the west, and picked up a fat man and a green face...Tang Monk is actually myself? Who is Qiao Feng? A Bodhisattva who saves the suffering?'

After Wu Song had his head flattened, the two returned to the dilapidated village, discussed with Lu Zhishen and Yang Zhi, packed their luggage the next day, and headed west together.

......

There are a few snowflakes floating in the sky.

Looking at the huge city shrouded in rain and snow in the distance, Li Hao felt like a dream.

After bidding farewell to Qiao Feng Xu Zhu, this journey has been incredibly smooth. I haven't encountered any wolves, jackals, tigers, leopards, or robbers in black shops. Even Pan Jinlian, who had been tossing and insulting Wuhan University every day, has become calm. It's really... Incredible.

Now it’s finally here.

The most prosperous city in the world, the center of the world in this era, and the capital of the Song Dynasty - Bianjing.

The city wall is getting closer and bigger, people are coming and going at the city gate, and cars are flowing like water. This capital of the Song Dynasty is so prosperous even in the snow season.

Joining the crowd lining up to enter the city, Lu Zhishen suddenly picked up a snowflake with his Zen staff and said with emotion:

"Bianjing is as prosperous as a dream, and the light snow is a beautiful scenery. But I wonder how many soldiers will freeze to death in the heavy snow in Xiongzhou and Xiaoguan this year?"

As soon as these words came out, several people felt sad.

"Why are you frowning?" Lu Zhishen showed his most common heroic smile, "Isn't this how we have lived for hundreds of years? Enter the city, enter the city!"

But this time, he didn't laugh out loud.

After saying this, Lu Zhishen strode towards the city.

......

When walking in Bianjing, you can see the prosperity of the times.

The road is wide, but there is a lot of hustle and bustle around it. Although the city is big, it is still filled with countless people.

In the market, teahouses, wine shops, temples, and shops are lined up in rows, hanging market flags to attract business; pedestrians in the market are crowded with merchants, gentry, tourists, and foreigners of all kinds... With three religions and nine streams, they are prepared for everything.

After working hard in this bustling city for half a day, Li Hao and others rented a five-room courtyard through Yaxing for one month and made proper arrangements for the twenty or thirty people accompanying them.

They found a wine shop on the street, and after a few people had some drinks and a banquet, Wu Song suddenly said:

"There are still a few days before the Lantern Festival. I have asked someone to post a message at Prime Minister Cai's door. It will be the day after tomorrow when it is my turn to visit. I want to visit some old acquaintances from my days in Tokyo tonight.

Brother, do you want to go with me?"

"I spent some time in Xiangguo Temple a few years ago, and there were a few old monks there who were very kind to me. Since I have time, I have to go and have a look." Lu Zhishen, who is also an old Bianjing native, said with a smile:

"There will be a Wan surname trading meeting at Xiangguo Temple tonight. It will be very prosperous. Brothers Li and Yang, would you like to go with us?"

Yang Zhi shook his head repeatedly. He was a descendant of the Yang family generals, so of course he had been to Xiangguo Temple.

"I have a sinful body and it is inconvenient to go to places where dignitaries often go. Now that it is difficult to return home, let's find some old friends to catch up on the past."

The three of them all turned their attention to Li Hao.

Good guys, do you all have something to do?

Li Hao suddenly remembered what he had heard about Master Li's sister before, and he was determined to investigate this person, so he drank and said with a smile:

"Several brothers have heard that Bianjing has three unique features: the high housing prices, the prosperous Zhouqiao Bridge, and the girls on the Bianhe River.

Brothers have already seen the house prices today when they rented a house, so let’s go and see the remaining two properties! Brothers, it’s up to you!”

When mentioning this kind of thing, Yang Zhi's grimace suddenly turned dark, and he laughed and said: "Then you have to bring enough money to see Master Li!"

"Oh?" Li Hao asked: "I wonder how many copper coins I get from meeting her once?"

As soon as these words came out, several people couldn't hold back at all, and they all laughed at their desks.

Lu Zhishen finally stopped laughing and explained: "Miss Shishi, with money alone, you can get at least 200 guan per session, but you may not be able to be a guest at the wedding. Brother, do you have enough money? Do you want me to lend you some?"

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That’s okay!

Li Hao had previously received a lot of money from Ximen Qing and Chao Fu. He felt that it should be enough, so he dropped the topic lightly.

A few people joked again, and then dispersed, each going about his or her own business.

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