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Meng Zhi wanted to continue talking, but saw that the white-haired old man had turned over and snored.

In the quiet grocery store, there was nothing else but this subtle sound.

Mengzhi couldn't help but stare at the old man's profile carefully.

The ravines are vertical and horizontal, the skin hangs down from the flesh, and the flesh clings to the bones. Coupled with the messy gray hair, it also reflects the old man's age.

However, as early as more than ten years ago, he had heard neighbors talking about this old man.

He didn't care at that time.

A dying old wolf always looks for a place to bury himself.

As for the so-called adventure, it was just a smile.

Meng Zhi never believed this.

He firmly believes that it is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself.

As long as you work hard, you will eventually achieve something.

Until one day, I walked into a small shop in a daze and read a scripture.

When he asked about the person who wrote the book, he realized that the old man was not an ordinary person.

Later I came often.

It was not because he realized that the old man was an expert in the world, but because he was short of money. The value of these scriptures might not be very high outside, but for him, he could save money.

Since there is a place where he can watch it for free, he will not close his eyes aloofly.

I really couldn't escape, so I went to buy two jugs of good wine.

Meng Zhi paused slightly as he walked to the door.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not think that the old man was a powerful monk.

In fact, he did so in the beginning.

However, what he didn't expect was that the 'coin', which he had always regarded as a mascot, would emit a faint light after approaching the old man. He didn't know what the ancient coins were.

Passed down from family.

Asking someone to identify it only said it was a broken magic weapon.

If you want to pawn it, you can offer hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones.

Because the materials used in the coins are quite extraordinary.

He was not going to pawn his treasure until he was so poor that he could no longer afford to eat.

Meng Zhi, who was standing at the door, handed over and left.

Walking out of the narrow hut and bathing in the sunshine, Meng Zhi looked directly at the scorching sun hanging in the distance and couldn't help but ponder: "Is it immortal?"

Then he shook his head slightly.

The immortality Mr. Fox meant was definitely different from the immortality he understood.

The most important thing is that those that are too simple and direct will definitely not pass the level, such as the sun and moon in the sky, and the immortals who transcend the heaven and earth.

Although immortality is just a legend, at least in the years he has been alive, he has not seen any seniors in the Eastern Wilderness become immortals, and has not even heard of the legend.

His biggest dream is to take the second step and become a great monk who can come and go freely.

The Holy Lord and the Taoist Master are all high-ranking figures, and it is impossible to interact with them.

Mengzhi shrugged and said nothing.

As a minor cultivator of the golden elixir, you should not aim too high.

As he walked down the long street, the voice of greeting not far away brought Mengzhi back to reality.

Looking at the scantily clad female cultivators soliciting customers in the pavilions and pavilions, Meng Zhi weighed the spiritual stones in his pocket. It was enough, but it was not easy to plunge into it.

Meng Zhi laughed and said: "Drinking and sex may also be immortal."

"As long as someone..."

After saying this, Meng Zhi was stunned for a moment.

His train of thought seemed to be wrong. Lord Fox was not asking him to pursue something unique, but something hidden in the mortal world, perhaps love, hate, wine, sex, wealth.

More importantly, he shouldn't start with the monks.

Because the book in Master Fox's hand was written by a mortal.

"What's the difference between scriptures written by mortals?"

"Or."

"Because we monks have a long lifespan, we make a wrong judgment about what immortality is."

"If you look at it from a mortal perspective."

"What?"

"It should be immortal."

On the days after he was released, Mengzhi ran around bookstores, searching for scriptures written by mortals.

Even the expats from Guxian Tower rarely pick them up.

The brothers who looked at him were all surprised.

…

Suddenly one day.

The gray-haired old man, who was reading the book in his hand with drooped eyelids, raised his head slightly and looked at the young monk at the door.

He was indeed a young man. Judging from his birth date, his bone age was not too old. He was able to cultivate the early stage of the Golden Elixir at this age, and his talent and spiritual roots were very good.

If you don't stick to the great realm of the Eastern Wilderness, don't settle in the ancient city, and go to the small areas and caves, you will definitely be able to dominate and bring blessings.

Talent and spiritual roots were never what he valued.

He thought the young man would give up.

Or maybe after realizing that there is nothing strange about this grocery store and its owner, he left as a fantasy.

Unexpectedly, in just three days, the young man came back again.

The old man looked sideways at the person coming.

This person is not tall, rather thin, and his appearance is not outstanding, he is just handsome and good-looking.

The most distinctive thing is the pair of eyes, which are obviously very big. When the eyelids are lowered, they will narrow into a slit and look very small. The pupils are not too big, and the single eyelids look rather cold and narrow.

The young man approached excitedly and said loudly: "Master Fox, I already know."

Meng Zhi sat down at the low table.

The familiar one brought the teacup over.

First, he poured a glass of spiritual wine for the old man, and then poured the mountain for himself.

After finishing the drink, he wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed: "In three days, I visited hundreds of bookstores, looked through the scriptures, and looked for books written by secular mortals."

Then his expression became serious: "Then I realized a problem. We are immortal cultivators, so we should use the standards of immortal cultivators. The scriptures you are holding are actually misleading."

"You're not asking about 'immortality'."

"But you're asking me."

“How does a monk take the path to immortality.”

"oh."

"how?"

The old man looked at the tea bowl in front of him, and the amber spirit wine was reflecting his face. His face was old, but his turbid eyes looked very young, but his eyes seemed like a vast world. There is no way to capture the location of 'God'.

"I think the most important thing for a monk is his cultivation."

"Everything is for the sake of Taoism and cultivation."

"To achieve them, fame and fortune are needed."

"Fame and fortune."

The old man nodded slightly.

This is also true.

"It is human nature to pursue fame and fortune, and I don't find it difficult to say it. In today's world of spiritual practice, family is like this, and so is sect. And what I understand is that fame is not fame, nor is profit. It is said to be fame, but in fact fame and fortune are just to achieve my goals. Cultivate yourself and become immortal."

Meng Zhi said with cupped hands.

"It's very superficial, immature,... just okay."

Mengzhi's answer was barely satisfactory.

The old man didn't make things difficult for him.

He is actually quite willing to support the younger generation, and he is willing to give others opportunities if he can give them a hand.

Even though Meng Zhi's answer was not entirely in line with what he was thinking, he reluctantly nodded.

Said: "Are you famous?"

"No."

“What is your indispensable ability to attract others?”

"It's like one of the hundreds of professions of cultivating immortality."

The old man asked further.

Meng Zhi's heart tightened, and he shook his head again and said, "No."

The old man sighed, his expression still calm, as if what Meng Zhi said did not surprise him at all, but continued to speak: "You have nothing, how can you achieve supreme cultivation with fame and fortune? Do we need to cultivate these two things in return first?"

"Isn't it putting the cart before the horse?"

Cultivation is the foundation of everything.

If you need to use your cultivation to support you, it will be okay for a while, but if you do it for a long time, it will slow down your own cultivation speed. When the time comes, you will slow down step by step. Without the support of cultivation, fame and fortune will all be a dream.

It's like paper, it will break when you poke it.

"I don't have one, but I can buy it."

"It can build momentum!"

The old man asked: "Are you rich?"

"No."

"What can I buy if I don't have spiritual stones?"

"If I don't have any spiritual stones, I can ask someone to borrow them."

"borrow."

"borrow?!"

The old man's eyes lit up.

If what he just said was somewhat inconsistent with what he had in mind, then the appearance of this word really made waves in his heart.

Meng Zhibing didn't notice, still immersed in his own plan.

"Who do you think would lend it to you?"

After hearing Master Fox's question, Meng Zhi pondered, then looked at the old man sitting at the low table, raised his hands and saluted, "You."

Master Fox laughed: "Do you think I will lend it to you?"

"yes."

"How many spiritual stones do you need?"

"I do not want anything."

"I only borrow this shop."

Master Fox nodded slightly: "Okay!"

After saying that, he stood up and handed a bronze key and the center of the formation to Meng Zhi, saying: "This shop belongs to you. From today on, I will not give the steward another spiritual stone."

"Within three months, you can use this shop to earn enough 'fame and fortune'. Come and find me again."

He also put down a jade slip and said, "It records the use of all the items in the shop."

After giving the instructions, the old man picked up the tea cup in front of him and drank it in one gulp, then walked out of the threshold of the small shop with his hands behind his back.

Meng Zhi was still stunned.

That's what he said.

Thinking that if you do this, you will be appreciated by your seniors, and then you will be recognized.

Unexpectedly, instead of getting appreciation and recognition, I got the ownership of a shop for three months.

Everything in this shop will be at his disposal. Within three months, he needs to earn enough spiritual stones to gain fame and fortune.

Meng Zhi seemed to have not recovered yet and looked at the three things on the table.

A bronze key, a formation center compass, and a jade slip introducing the items in the shop.

Meng Zhi did not touch these three things.

Instead, he got up and checked the shop.

He was already familiar with every corner of the small shop, but he had never known that this shop, which seemed to mainly focus on scriptures, actually dealt in elixirs, magic weapons, and finished talismans and formations.

None of the three main businesses of cultivating immortals has been left behind.

While confused, he grabbed the jade slip and put it on his forehead to take a look.

His eyes widened suddenly.

"this……"

"I have sent?!"

Meng Zhi was suddenly startled.

He didn't expect that this small shop would hide such huge resources.

If the entire shop is sold, maybe he can buy it with the resources to advance to the later stage and pass the Nascent Soul.