All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

Jing Zhou and Qi Wusuo quickly returned to the topic and started discussing earnestly about making money.

When he read the Xiuxian Wen before, he was very puzzled, these aristocratic families of cultivating immortals don't see production, let alone business, why are there always endless silver coins and spirit stones in their pockets?On the one hand, he is immortal, and on the other hand, he is well-clothed and well-fed, so uncomfortable.

Now that he has crossed over, he finds that these are all lies.

They Xuanji Mountain is barren and there is no natural spiritual mine mining. It is impossible to earn money from mining for eight lifetimes. The only way is to accept orders.

Eliminating evil spirits and improving feng shui, and occasionally doing charity work for hunting ghosts for free, local government wealthy businessmen subsidize some funds, and various immortal sects help. This is all the source of income for their Xuanji Mountain sect.

Jing Zhou rubbed his temples, and tentatively said, "In my impression... I haven't received many orders this year, have I?"

Qi Wusuo nodded his head: "After the calculation, there are only two bills, and I earned less than a hundred taels of silver. The rest is government subsidies and assistance from major families."

Jing Zhou wailed in his heart, it was too embarrassing and too depressed.

"Among them, the support from the great families accounted for the majority. After all, our Xuanji Mountain's geographical location is inherently not advantageous. We really can't dig out any valuable spiritual stone deposits. The mountains are steep and the land is barren, and we can't grow decent spiritual herbs. But it also seals the entrances of the human world and the ghost race, it is a dangerous place for both the human and ghost worlds, it can be said that it is related to the safety of the entire fairy world and the human world, so they should give some spirit stones and silver."

Qi Wusuo, who carefully educated Jing Zhou, was as dedicated as an NPC, while Jing Zongzhu, the mountain guard, was like an iron rice bowl working in the Qingshui Yamen, with a high risk factor.

Jing Zhou nodded thoughtfully: "It's not a problem to live on money from outsiders for a long time, and besides, you and Wuwu are not here to help the poor."

Although the original owner is already the suzerain of the spiritual realm and does not need to eat or sleep, practitioners need to rely on some natural and earthly treasures more or less on weekdays. These expenses are much higher than ordinary people's living. The original owner lives on credit. Not an upright man.

And he can not eat or drink, but his wife and apprentice can't...

In the original book, Yu Ci, a heart-throb, finally took a fancy to him, probably because he was blinded by the plot.

In his heart, Jing Zhou severely criticized the unreasonable emotional line of the original book, and imagined all kinds of possibilities for the original owner to be green. .

"First of all, sell the congratulatory gifts from the various immortal sects. If you sell them as pawns, you should be able to exchange them for a lot of money. Half of them will be used to pay off the debts owed, and the other half will be kept for daily expenses."

Qi Wusuo nodded in response. Qi Wuwu, who couldn't find a script and didn't want to read serious books, was bored and joined the conversation: "It doesn't take half of the daily expenses."

Jing Zhou: "I don't think it's enough."

Qi Wuyou wanted to say something else, but Qi Wusuo interrupted with a smile: "Junior Brother, stop talking nonsense, now there are more teachers in Xuanji Mountain, how can it still be the same as before?"

Jing Zhou also laughed: "Young Master Yu was wronged when he came to Xuanji Mountain, so you can't treat him badly in other matters."

He said so, but what he thought in his heart was that if he treated the object of his favor badly, it might lead to a lower efficiency in completing the task, so the gain outweighs the loss.

The master and apprentice discussed for a while, and the night was already dark when Jing Zhou came out.

He carried the food box Yujian back to Haitangwu, saw that the lights in the bedroom at the end of the corridor had been turned off, the hand that pushed the door stopped, turned around and went to the yard to boil the medicine, and he just stood by the medicine stove to settle down and adjust his breath. Watch the fire by the way.

When it was about to dawn, he vaguely heard a heart-piercing cough coming from the bedroom, and he immediately went over to bring tea and water. The boy woke up coughing in his dream, and the newly changed pillow cover was stained with blood again.

Before the other party could see clearly, Jing Zhou lifted the dirty pillow towel, lit the candle, and quickly replaced it with a clean one.

"Drink some more hot water, the medicine is ready, and I'll get it for you." Jing Zhou had a natural soft and magnetic voice, and now he speaks in a low voice, it seems to be affectionate.

The young man paused the hand that took the teacup, lowered his head and said, "Candied fruit, do you have any?"

Jing Zhou smiled, and tapped the food box that had just been placed on the table: "I prepared it for you earlier, there are candied walnuts and begonia cakes, you can eat whatever you like."

In fact, he almost forgot just now, before he left, he saw two plates of candied fruit on Qi Wusuo's small square table, and happened to have candied walnuts, so he begged to borrow flowers to present to Buddha.

Qi Wushou knew Jing Zhou's intentions, so he generously took out the newly bought begonia cakes from the market, and almost packed another plate of candied melon sticks on the table. Jing Zhou said that Mr. Yu doesn't like melons No, he didn't force it.

"I didn't expect that in just one night, the master could figure out the taste of the teacher's wife."

"My child is honest, just tell me what I like and avoid." Jing Zhou said in a smooth manner, and directly referred to his daughter-in-law as a child in front of his disciples, regretting it for a while.

But in fact there is nothing wrong with it, Yu Ci is only eighteen, younger than the Qi family's twins, isn't he just a child in the eyes of Jing Zhou, who is nine years older than him?

Qi Wusuo snickered: "It can be seen that Master likes Shi Niang very much."

Jing Zhou smiled noncommittally: "I'll go down the mountain some other day, and I'll buy it back for you." As he said that, he put the pastries and candied fruit he brought from his apprentice into the food box, and took them back along with the porridge.

He hurried away happily, not noticing that the smile on Qi Wusuo's face changed a little after turning around.

Here, the young man who heard that Jing Zhou had prepared candied fruit was obviously a little unexpected. A flash of emotion flashed in his eyes and then disappeared. He raised his eyes to look at Jing Zhou who turned to go out to fetch the medicine. Maybe the light was too dim. , seemed to be subtly different from the Jing Sect Master he had known before, the young man narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully and carefully, until Jing Zhou closed the door, his sight was completely covered by the paper pasted on the door.

The young man held the teacup, his eyes met the reflection in the cup, his slender fingers tightened, his knuckles turned white, and he almost crushed the teacup without paying attention.

He finally controlled himself, the tea in the cup was slightly rippling, the cup was not broken, but the reflection was shattered.

Jing Zhou brought the medicine, and worked diligently to serve the target of the raid, eating porridge and snacks. When the target finally got a bit human, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the bowl and chopsticks aside, and turned to ask the young man, "In the middle of the night, let me Sleeping in the house?"

His tone sounded like a wronged husband who had done something bad and was kicked out by his wife.

The boy lying on the couch turned over, turned his back to him and said softly, "It's almost dawn."

Jing Zhou ignored him, rolled up his bed and fell asleep as if he was dead, the kind of unsteady sleep, only to wake up the next day when the sun was shining on his face.

The cultivator has no dreams, but Jing Zhou, a fake, had a good dream of eating all night. In the dream, he returned to the real world in a short while, and his anorexia was cured. He ate unscrupulously in the live broadcast room as before. The taste of food When the taste buds are fully blooming, the stomach is filled and the stomach is no longer hungry, everything is back to the beginning, the character design has not collapsed and the fans have not been disappointed, Jing Zhou feels unprecedented enrichment and redemption;

After a while, he is not himself, and what he eats is not just cognitive food, but mountains, rivers, lakes, rivers, and even... birds, beasts, monsters, ghosts and... people...

Jing Zhou woke up from fright. When he woke up, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his stomach was rumbling non-stop.

The day was sunny after the rain, and the sun was hot, and the dry sunlight fell on his face through the window paper. He stared at the dust in the beam of light and was a little dazed. The bloody and brutal fragments in his dream flashed through his mind. He saw clearly that there was no one on the couch, and the quilt had been neatly folded, and he came back to his senses in a daze——

Where is the daughter-in-law?

After Jing Zhou calmed down for a moment, he sat up. It was fine if he didn't sit up, but as soon as he sat up, he hissed in pain, his waist...to be precise, the tailbone ached.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed it, thinking that maybe the floor was too hard, he slept too hard, bumped in his dream, or maybe he was kicked secretly by his daughter-in-law while sleeping, and he will go to Qi Wusuo later to ask for a bruise Apply the medicine.

It can't be that Master Jingzong has a herniated lumbar intervertebral disc in his design, right?

It's hard to say, these Taoist elders sit cross-legged, this posture is really bad for the lumbar spine.

He stood up with his waist supported, and drank last night's cold tea. Before he finished his cup of tea, the sound of footsteps outside the door came from far and near.

With an empty stomach, Jing Zhou swallowed subconsciously, and his stomach began to growl shamelessly again.

The young man pushed the door open, holding a tray in his hand, which contained a large bowl of white rice porridge: "In the morning, your eldest apprentice came to deliver breakfast, and seeing that you were still sound asleep, I sent him away."

"Well," seeing that the other party's hand is inconvenient to hold the plate, Jing Zhou took the initiative to close the door to shelter from the wind, and said casually, "You can tell the two of them apart."

The boy holding the plate paused, and put it on the table smoothly: "Qi Wusuo has a pair of affectionate eyes, always with a smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, the same eyes are born on Qi Wuwu's face, he always With no expression on his face, no matter how affectionate his eyebrows and eyes are, they become incomprehensible."

The boy's voice was low, but he continued to comment clearly: "It can be seen that the same appearance is used by different people, and the taste completely changes."

When he changed two words, he emphasized the tone.

Jing Zhou, a fake, was guilty of being a thief. After hearing these words, he unconsciously took his seat, but felt that he was worrying too much, so he only smiled and praised: "Mr. Yu has good eyesight."

The young man was noncommittal: "Qi Wu said that Sect Master Jing has been sick recently and doesn't think about eating. I tried to cook a bowl of porridge. If Sect Master Jing doesn't mind it, please use it."

Jing Zhou's heart skipped a beat. This is the porridge made by the target of the capture. Isn't that similar to the existence of props?But he was not blessed to enjoy it... It is extremely regrettable to think about it.

"Young Master Yu, you don't need to be so troublesome. It doesn't matter if I don't eat or drink." He found an excuse at random.

The boy yawned and covered his mouth with his hand: "Last night, Sect Master Jing's stomach growled all night."

Jing Zhou: "..." It's too embarrassing.

"So, I think it's better for Sect Master Jing to fill his stomach."

The implication is that your stomach is making me sleep.

Jing Zhou couldn't hold back, and sat down obediently under the urging of the other party's gaze, thinking that even if he vomited out later, he still had to give face to the target of the capture, so he had to drink the porridge.

"The temperature is just right, should you drink it, Sect Master Jing?"

"Young Master Lao Yu."

The young man hooked his lips lightly: "Since you and I are Taoist couples, do you still need to pay attention to these things?"

Jing Zhou was holding the porridge bowl, and the mild rice fragrance wafted through his nostrils. He was so greedy that his throat was rolling, but he felt like facing a big enemy when he faced a bowl of soft and moist white rice porridge, and his psychological pressure was even greater than the last time in the live broadcast room.

The young man looked at his expression: "Sect Master Jing doesn't like it?"

"No," Jing Zhou was about to break out in a cold sweat as he was stared at. He brought the porridge to his lips, and a scent other than the fragrance of rice floated faintly, which made his index finger twitch. He was obviously hungry and wanted to eat so much. Under the psychological shadow, he was still so nervous that his fingertips turned white, "I'm worried that I will ruin Young Master Yu's intentions later."

"If you don't give it a try, how will you know?" The boy's eyes were filled with anticipation, with a smile on his lips, "Could it be that Sect Master Jing is afraid that I won't be able to poison you?"

This little bastard tried to test him by poisoning him every now and then. Could it be that he dared to really poison him?Jing Zhou didn't believe it.

"Even if Mr. Yu poisons you, I'd be happy to drink it." As he spoke, Jing Zhou brought the bowl to his lips, originally holding the determination to fight to the death, but he didn't expect that when the rice porridge touched his lips, his body A wonderful change has taken place.

Under the surging hunger, there was only one thought left——

I'm so hungry and want to eat.

After all, his worries could not overcome his subconscious desires. Like a dying person clung to the last straw, Jing Zhou gurgled and drank from the bowl.

He drank in a hurry, even the Yu Ci on the side was a little unexpected.

The air in the room froze, only the sound of Jing Zhou's swallowing was left silently, and a big bowl of porridge was drained in an instant.

What a ghost, this time Jing Zhou not only did not feel nauseated, but drank very high. After drinking a bowl, he was still satisfied. The sticky and rich rice fragrance lingered between his teeth, and the dry taste buds met the rain after a long drought. He felt that he was finally alive.

At the same time, the system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time made a "ding" sound and suddenly cheated.

A line of words appeared on the simple system interface——[Strategy object binding successfully]