Chapter 94 Family Heirloom

Mo Juren opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged monk with a thin figure and a sad face standing in front of the stall.

He was wearing a well-worn scholar's shirt, had an untidy beard and looked unkempt, like a down-and-out scholar whose family had fallen on hard times.

I saw that he was holding an old wooden box in his arms, his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Mo Juren was not a rookie, and he felt that this man was a liar as soon as he saw him.

I glanced around secretly, and sure enough, the stall owners nearby all turned their heads away with disdain, as if it had nothing to do with them.

They are all old hands. They know that he is a liar, but they don't want to offend these people for no reason, so they all make this expression.

Mo Juren was not panicked, he smiled and said,

"I'm here to sell treasures. How can I afford your treasures? Look at the treasures on my stall. Can they be exchanged for the treasures in your hand?"

"Haha, this fellow Taoist is really a joker. Your few talismans are nothing but treasures. They are worth at most six or seven spiritual stones. My treasure is different."

Then the poor scholar leaned forward, patted the wooden box, and said in a deliberately low voice,

"What I have in here is the skills passed down from my family. It can be practiced all the way to the Nascent Soul stage. This is a great treasure!"

As soon as the word "Yuanying" came out, a small breeze suddenly seemed to blow in front of the stall, blowing the man's clothes a few times, as if the heaven and earth were also shaken by these words.

Such a trick naturally could not be hidden from Mo Juren, he laughed without caring at all,
"Fellow Daoist, you really think highly of me. My greatest wish in this life is to cultivate to the twelfth level of Qi Refining. With my qualifications, how dare I possess such a heaven-defying technique? I'm afraid it will shorten my life, fellow Daoist!"

Seeing that Mo Juren was so "unprogressive", the poor scholar pretended to be disappointed and said,
"How can you be so self-deprecating, fellow Daoist? As cultivators, we should aim to realize the Way of Heaven and become true immortals. How can the mere Qi Refining Stage be regarded as the end of our practice? If my family had not fallen into poverty and I had to sell this technique to make a living, I would have let fellow Daoist know my lofty ambitions."

Seeing that the poisonous chicken soup had no effect, he changed his direction and continued,

"For cultivators of my generation, we must have great determination to see higher and go further. In the future, we will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Yuanying ancestors of the seven major sects and know that hard work will pay off. Besides, if you only cultivate the Qi stage, I can also disassemble my skills and sell them to you. After practicing my family's secret skills, it is not impossible for you to be invincible at the same level. Then..."

Seeing that the liar was still talking non-stop, Mo Juren was afraid that he would never stop, so he simply refused.
"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist," Mo Juren stared into his eyes firmly and said, "I can't afford your skills, and I don't need them!"

The poor scholar was stared at like this, and calmed down for a moment. He finally realized that he had met someone who understood him. The light in his eyes was about to dim, but unexpectedly it suddenly brightened again.
"Why, fellow Daoist, you are not interested in the exercises? It doesn't matter." He opened the wooden box and flipped through the layers. "I still have powerful talismans, thousand-year-old medicines, top-grade natural refining crystals, formations to protect the clan, and treasure maps left over from ancient times. Are you interested in taking a look?"

This wooden box of his was quite exquisite. The items on each layer were different, including skills, talismans, medicinal plants, spiritual materials, formation flags and maps. They seemed to disappear after one turned the page.

As Mo Juren listened, he was suddenly surprised, and then he gathered his sleeves calmly.

It turned out that the gold-eating rat in his sleeve suddenly became restless when the man turned to the "Top-grade Natural Refining Crystal", and seemed eager to crawl out, but Mo Juren quickly pressed it down.

Could it be that this liar really has some treasures in his hands? ! Mo Juren kept this in mind.

Of course, he would not make a deal with the swindler just because of the strange feeling of eating the golden rat. It would be unreasonable for a sheep to fall into the tiger's mouth.

Seeing that Mo Juren remained silent, the poor scholar wanted to continue to deceive him, but at this time a white-haired old man who was setting up a stall next to him suddenly said to the sky,

"Hey, over there. It looks like people from the market are coming!"

The down-and-out scholar looked into the distance and saw four or five monks in uniform black robes, who seemed to be patrolling over here.

So he threw a word to Mo Juren,
"Fellow Daoist, you have seen all my treasures. If you are interested, prepare more spirit stones and come to the market to find me. Goodbye."

After that, he left in a hurry.

Mo Juren nodded from a distance to thank the white-haired old man who helped to warn and drive away the scammer, but the man just snorted and closed his eyes and started meditating again without any appreciation.

Just at this moment, the genuine stall owner Han Shanli finally came back with a female monk. They both saw the down-and-out scholar stopping in front of the stall and reminded him as soon as they arrived.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm back. Did that guy just now try to trick you into buying a treasure? You must not be fooled."

"Don't worry, this little trick can't fool me. Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Han." Mo Juren put away his talisman and clasped his hands in thanks.

"It's okay. This guy is cheating people in the market every day. Everyone who knows him knows that he specializes in cheating newcomers. Did he ask you to find him? You must not fall into his trap. They have a group of people."

"Okay, okay." Mo Juren turned to look at the gentle and lovely girl who came back with him and asked, "Is this Brother Han's sister? Hello."

"Hello, fellow Taoist," the young girl answered herself, her voice clear and pleasant, "My name is Han Yunzhi, may I know your name?"

"My name is Mo Juren." He originally wanted to use a pseudonym, but for some reason he said it subconsciously, and a hint of doubt flashed through his mind.

However, Han Yunzhi's innocent, lovely and sweet look seemed to make people feel reluctant to deceive her.

"Okay, sister, quickly identify this Daoist friend Mo's elixir. I feel that the medicinal power of this elixir is quite good."

Seeing her brother so impatient and a little rude, Han Yunzhi blushed and said,
"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Mo. I just happened to have learned some spells to identify medicines and pills..."

Mo Juren then took out the bottle of Huanglongdan, handed it to her, and said,

"Okay, okay. I have always used this Yellow Dragon Pill for myself and never sold it to others. I would like to ask Daoist Yunzhi to help me identify it. How much difference does it have compared to the commonly used Qi Refining Pills on the market?"

Han Yunzhi came to take the bottle, and her fingertips accidentally touched Mo Juren. She suddenly became even redder.

(End of this chapter)