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

The boy played with the bottle of purple spirit ointment: "Although I have no chance to use it, I know more or less."

Jing Zhou thought, then you may know a little too much, but he smiled indifferently on his face: "This is the last time Elder Jueming came to see the doctor, and he said it was a one-time amount. He told me to use it up later , you can go to Yixian Valley to buy it, and to put it bluntly, it is to sell medicine."

"It's a pity, Brother Zhou might not be able to use it for a while." The boy said, putting the Ziling ointment into his lapel, without any intention of returning it to Jing Zhou.

Jing Zhou didn't mind either, and threw the golden sore ointment at the young man: "Why use it, use this, hurry up."

As he said that, he was already lying on the bed topless, waiting for the young man to apply medicine to his tailbone.

The young man not only took over the job of administering the medicine, but after his illness recovered, he also took care of the diet of the three masters and apprentices in Xuanji Mountain as promised.He seems to have great enthusiasm and interest in cooking. He studies the recipes carefully every day, and the three meals are varied and delicious.

After suffering from anorexia for half a year, Jing Zhou finally ate three meals a day in a serious manner.

He thought, that so-called guide is really unbelievable. It clearly states that the target of the guide is not good at cooking, but the food made by this little bastard is very delicious. It is no exaggeration to say that even if he has been a blogger for several years It's the first time I've seen such delicious home-cooked food.

The three masters and apprentices and the newly married young mistress sat around the table to eat hot pot, Qi felt nothing and said: "In the past, the master liked to be clean, and he never ate with us. Since the mistress came, Xuanji Mountain has become much more lively."

Qi Wuwu nodded: "The cost is also high."

Qi Wusuo cast a sideways glance at his younger brother, Qi Wuyou knew everything, so he said, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Eating still can't stop your mouth?" Qi Wusuo slammed food into his brother's bowl, and finally tapped the back of his hand with the tip of his chopsticks, "Master is happy, don't say spoiling things."

The young man's face remained unchanged: "Young Master Qi, don't worry, once the Shen family's [-] spirit stones arrive, all the debts owed will be paid off."

Jing Zhou also smiled and said, "It's going to be easy in the future. It's a waste to keep money. You should buy it and use it. Don't worry about it."

Qi Wusuo said yes with a smile, and Qi Wuwu nodded expressionlessly, but Jing Zhou knew that the two apprentices must secretly scold him as a master who does not hurt his back when he stands up and talks, and that he does not know the price of food if he is not in charge.

Jing Zhou is not talking about pretty words, now that he is full of food, clothing and warmth, he is more active in thinking of ways to make money, and wants to save a small sum of money before the dowry of Young Master Yu is delivered, not to mention a lot, at least Enough for three children to eat and wear without any scruples.

The traditional way of earning money by catching ghosts and expelling ghosts from the fairy sect was too tiring for Jing Zhou, and the money came too slowly. They had only one master and two apprentices in Xuanji Mountain, and they couldn't take many commissions without sleep day and night. It is necessary to ask Yu Ci for medical treatment every now and then. This amount of money may not be enough for medical expenses. If the asking price is high, the common people will be labeled as cheating money.

Jing Zhou thought about it, and put his money-making thoughts on the ghost kiln that had been deserted for a long time on Diexiu Peak.

The world is so big, there are many kinds of ghosts.

Suffering ghosts is the most troublesome kind for cultivators. They are not transformed by the souls of dead people, nor are they mountain spirits and monsters. They are the thoughts formed by the condensation of human resentment. They are formless, unconscious, and like to invade other people's bodies. And extremely destructive.

Just like psoriasis, it can't be cured yet.

The original owner is a martial idiot, and he often traveled all over the world to practice and travel. Along the way, he encountered many ghosts who blindly attacked human beings. He subdued those immortal resentments and put them in the ghost box. After returning to the mountain, they put them into the ghost kiln of Diexiu Peak to seal. , and never see the light of day again.

Xuanji Mountain has a technique of possessing spirits, which is similar to making puppets.In Jing Zhou's eyes, these stubborn ghosts are things that can be made. As long as they find a body to attach to, they can be transformed into labor after a little domestication.

Jing Zhou has excellent savvy, and it took less than three days to figure out the art of possessing spirits. He commissioned Qi Wuwu to make twelve lifelike humanoid puppets, and went into the ghost kiln to catch the ghosts himself.

For another five days, Jing Zhou finally introduced the ghost into the puppet, and after training, he began the "internal test" in Xuanji Mountain.

With the ghost doll, the two young apprentices were freed from daily chores such as washing the laundry and sweeping the floor. They were not used to it at first, but seeing the doll working tirelessly, like a perpetual motion machine for some housework, was quite enjoyable Played the idle son.

After the 'closed test' was over, Jing Zhou left three of the dolls suffering from ghosts to work in the mountains, and he named the remaining nine spirit slaves, and strung them into candied gourds with fairy ropes, like driving corpses Lifted down the mountain.

The one who went down the mountain with him was Qi Wusuo. Qi Wusuo's cultivation base was mediocre, but he was smart and thoughtful in dealing with the world, and he was handsome and romantic.

In addition, Qi Wusuo always went down the mountain to buy money on weekdays, accumulated a lot of contacts over time, and became familiar with the way of selling dolls. In less than half a day, he sold nine dolls to several wealthy businessmen and officials in Xuanji City. Earned thousands of taels of silver.

As Jing Zhou expected, although there are many maids and servants in these rich families, they are still very interested in the spirit slaves sold by the Xian family, and they all try to find something fresh.

After a long period of time, the supply of spiritual slaves in Xuanji City was in short supply, and it almost became one of the capitals for the upper class in the city to show off their wealth. Of course, this is all for later.

On another five days, the spirit envoys from Jiulin City arrived as promised, and brought a mighty group of people to deliver the dowry of [-] spirit stones to the foot of Xuanji Mountain.

The young man was happy, changed into the new clothes that Jing Zhou had bought for him, smoked incense, took Jing Zhou along with him, and went down the mountain to meet the money-giving team in person.

As a result, the people of Jiulin City watched helplessly as Third Young Master Yu, who was once calm and gentle, who had always swallowed his grievances silently and let others slaughter him, now enthusiastically pulled up Sect Master Jing, who was supposed to be non-human, and the two joined forces. Together, one counts the money and the other keeps accounts. They are shrewd and careful, not even half a spirit stone, and they don't want to suffer at all.

The Jiulin City cultivator who was standing on the side felt unhappy after traveling long distances to give money to others, and scolded his companions: "Bah! This third son is a money-loser who married on behalf of others, and he came to help the poor."

Unfortunately, the young man heard it, and so did Jing Zhou.

The two looked at each other, Jing Zhou only hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a crisp sound, and immediately two slap marks appeared on the face of the unclean monk.

The monk covered his face and cursed angrily, "Damn it, who the hell beat me!"

Jing Zhou didn't even raise his eyelids, he concentrated on keeping the accounts, and just said casually: "I don't know who doesn't have eyes, who insults people and Taoist couples in other people's territory, doesn't he deserve the beating?"

The monk heard it, and was about to get angry when he was pulled back by his companions. After all, Jing Zhou was a master in the spirit realm, if he really wanted to fight, he wouldn't be able to win even a hundred of them.

"If you don't have this ability, don't say stupid things, or next time, you won't just hit your face."

"..."

The boy still counted the spirit stones calmly, slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Thank you."

"polite."

After that day, the news that Sect Master Jing doted on the third young master Yu, and the two raised eyebrows in the same case spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals. It became a good story for a while, and gradually drowned out the rumors that Sect Master Jing had bad habits.

Everyone said that the third young master Yu was as skinny as a stick when he first married, and he was like a paper man who could fall down when the wind blows. Now, in less than a month, his face is bloody, and his body has gained a few taels of flesh. Lincheng has been nourished a lot during the period, and Sect Master Jing really knows how to love people.

There are even female cultivators who have heard the rumors about the couple of the two gods and immortals, who have added oil and vinegar to write a storybook, which is quietly sold in the market.

These unsightly scripts spread to Xuanji City, and were found by Qi Wuwu, who was visiting the Mid-Autumn Festival market.

He flipped through the pages, reading with relish, and couldn't move for half a day.

"Junior brother, what are you looking at? So fascinated."

Qi Wuzhi approached, only to hear a snap, and Qi Wuwu put the script back into the small book stand.

Qi Wuso thought he was peeking at the yellow book again, and gave him a blank look: "What are you stealing again? Don't let me see it."

As he said that, he quickly picked out the book that Qi Wuwu turned over just now from among the books, and flipped it in his hand with a smile that was not a smile. After flipping through it, he couldn't stop laughing: "This——!"

He threw the book back to its original place with a complicated expression.

"I said, the two priests have been looking at it for a long time, do you want to buy it or not?" The book stall owner asked impatiently, with his hands in his sleeves.

Jing Zhou squeezed in from the crowd with big bags and small bags of mooncakes in his hands: "Buy, buy, buy, I will wrap everything they see."

"Okay——" the boss smiled, and wrapped up several books.

"Master, it's not...this book..." Qi Wusuo turned around, his face was indescribable.

"There's nothing shameful about it, it's just the little yellow book..." Jing Zhou shut up before finishing a word of the book. Although the script is delicate and not vulgar, no matter how fascinating it is, the protagonists are himself and Yu Yu. The words are very dramatic, and Jing Zhou couldn't help laughing after flipping through them.

When he smiled, the twins of the Qi family looked at each other.

"Brother Zhou, what are you looking at? You are so happy." The boy walked over, and the twins' expressions changed suddenly.

Jing Zhou put the book in the young man's hand frankly: "It's about the two of us, take a look?"

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, flipped through half of the book at a glance, and smiled, Jing Zhou paid special attention to the system's favorability, neither rising nor falling, as he expected.

"How about it?"

"It's well written, it's a pity," he paused, then turned his head and smiled at Jing Zhou and said, "I didn't do what the book said, it made brother Zhou ecstasy."

As he spoke, he closed the book and put it in his pocket, without any intention of returning it to Jing Zhou.

Jing Zhou pursed his lips curiously: "I like it so much? Do you want to keep it and study it slowly?"

The boy looked calm: "Yes, learn how to please Brother Zhou."

Jing Zhou laughed: "Ancestor, how dare I let you serve me like in the book."

The young man also laughed: "Look, I have spoken my heart. I wanted to, but I didn't dare."

The two of you talked to each other, and the answer was very smooth. Qi Wuwu waited for a while, and said to the young man in a very serious tone: "Master, can you lend me this book later?"

Qi Wusuo rubbed his forehead, feeling distressed about his younger brother.

Seeing that the young man didn't answer, Qi Wuwei was eager to try: "Don't worry, I can wait."

Looking at Yu Ci, Jing Zhou thought that he didn't like others to look at his colleagues, so he hurriedly said to his little apprentice: "Don't hang yourself on this book, next time I will buy you a book from Yuan Pavilion's collection."

Qi Wuwu shook his head: "I read half of this book, and I feel uncomfortable."

Only then did the young man say leisurely: "Okay, but I'll read it first, and then I'll lend it to you."

"Okay, thank you, Mistress." So the two reached an agreement calmly...

Qi Wusuo leaned over, and the faint scent lingered around Jing Zhou's nose, he said in a low voice, "Master, do you really not mind these notebooks?"

Jing Zhou smiled: "Your wife doesn't mind, what do I care about?"

As he said that, he grabbed the purse and walked quickly towards the young man who was squatting in front of the clay puppet stall, watching him fascinated.

The boy held a snow-colored clay puppet in his hand, and played with it for a while: "Boss, do you have any explanations for this clay puppet?"

The peddler who sold the clay puppets explained: "The Taoist priest doesn't know something. This is the most popular auspicious animal nowadays, pig's eye."

Pig eyes?The boy froze for a moment.

The peddler nodded: "Yes, this pig's eyes are amazing. It is said that they can ward off evil spirits and suppress evil, and bring us good luck."

The little girl who was picking up the clay puppets rolled her eyes at the peddler, and spat, "What pig's eyes? The man's name is Zhu Yan!"

The peddler patted himself on the head: "That's right, that's right, look at my accent..."

Boy: "...Auspicious Beast."

As if discovering something novel and interesting, his fingertips brushed over the clay puppet's head, carefully and cautiously, and the corners of his lips curved gently.

Jing Zhou was already squatting beside the young man at this moment. Hearing the words, his thoughts flashed, and he followed the young man's gaze to look carefully at the clay puppet in his hand. He saw that Zhu Yan's clay puppet was round and snow-white, with a little cinnabar blood lotus between his eyebrows. It was beautiful and cute. .

But he clearly remembered that the system mentioned that the ancient beast Zhu Yan is the biggest villain in this book, the pet beast of Qi Jue, the ghost lord of the Blood Ballad Palace. Weapons and weapons turned into delicious food in front of it. It was a bug-like existence. Zhu Yan was also the chief culprit for the ruin of Yu Ci's family seven years ago. Why is it regarded as an auspicious beast by the people now?

And it stands to reason that Yu Ci has a sworn hatred with it, why can't he feel anything from the other party at this moment?