The Tao of Immortality Gu: Start by refining the Infatuation Gu

at dusk.

Many casual cultivators came back from the center of the city dejectedly, empty-handed and extremely depressed.

"What's going on? Haven't you bought any food?"

someone asked.

"What a waste of money. Most of the shops are closed now. No one is doing business at all. You can't buy food even if you have spiritual stones."

A gray-robed monk was cursing and now he was really angry.

He had never experienced anything like this in his life.

"It's too exaggerated. How can there be no food? Are we monks really going to starve to death?"

Some people are very depressed.

"Hey, you don't know how amazing the price of food is now. It changes three times a day."

A white-robed monk said in fear.

In the morning, he could barely afford the price of grain and rice, but he thought it was too expensive, so he didn't buy it.

Who knew, the price doubled at noon, and he became anxious.

At night, even if he raised the price ten times, no one would sell to him.

"Isn't that right? I wanted to exchange a low-grade magic weapon with others for food, but I found that a low-grade magic weapon can only be exchanged for thirty kilograms of spiritual rice. If there is more, they will ignore it at all."

"This is too ridiculous. A low-grade magic weapon can only be exchanged for thirty kilograms of spiritual rice. Are these spiritual rice all foundation-building pills? How can it be so expensive? It's outrageous."

"What does this mean? Someone took a Huanglong Pill to exchange for rice, but no one exchanged it."

"Nima, when did spiritual rice become more expensive than elixirs? It's really ridiculous."

"There is no other way. Things are so precious. Who allowed those evil demon cultivators to burn down our Miyun City's grain depot? As a result, there is not much spiritual rice left in the whole city."

"Yes, the elixir cannot be eaten as food, nor can it fill the stomach. Now the spiritual rice is much more valuable than the elixir."

"Haha, I don't believe that all the spiritual rice has been burned. There must be a lot more stored up."

"It is true that there are still a lot of spiritual rice in the storage bag, but these people hoard the goods and are not willing to sell the spiritual rice at all. Instead, they raise the price to sell it. They clearly want to suck our blood and take advantage of the opportunity. Make a fortune."

"These unscrupulous businessmen deserve to be damned. Miyun City is about to starve, yet they actually raised the price of spiritual rice. Those guys clearly want us to starve to death."

"If that doesn't work, then let's fight to the death with the Xianxia Sect. I would rather open the formation in Miyun City than starve to death in Miyun City."

Many casual cultivators were talking about it, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

They originally thought that if they went to the center of the city, they might have a chance to buy food.

But who would have thought that due to food shortage, the price of food has been rising steadily, reaching an absurd level.

Many casual cultivators can no longer afford spiritual rice and are so poor that they can only eat dirt.

Basically, there is no spiritual rice circulating in the market now, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

Some monks are even more evil-minded. If Xianxia Sect really succeeds, they would rather fight with Xianxia Sect than starve to death in Miyun City.

But so far, these casual cultivators have not been forced into a desperate situation. Some people still have some food left in their storage bags, and they can still barely sustain themselves for a while.

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At this moment, inside the house.

The table is filled with all kinds of dishes, fragrant, complete in variety, and rich in materials.

It was in sharp contrast to the monks outside.

Zhou Sui, Mu Ziyan, Ji Bingyu and Xia Jingyan also sensed the situation outside. Apparently, the shortage of rice and meat was more serious than imagined.

Many casual cultivators are hungry and have very bad tempers.

They are not the mud-legged people in secular society, but monks who have mastered power.

If these monks rioted, they would definitely cause terrible damage.

"Sir, the monks outside are short of food and meat, and prices are extremely high. We have stored so much food, why not take advantage of the opportunity to sell it at a high price and make a lot of money."

Mu Ziyan admitted that she was a little excited. A few dozen kilograms of spiritual rice could be exchanged for a magic weapon, a Huanglong Pill. This had never been such a good thing.

This is equivalent to exchanging a bowl of rice for a piece of gold. It is really a huge profit.

It’s hard not to want to sell food at a high price.

If you do a few businesses, wouldn't you be able to easily earn tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones?

"No, you can't make this kind of money."

Zhou Sui waved his hand: "Speaking of huge profits, is there any business that is more profitable than our spiritual wine selling business? Transforming ordinary wine into spiritual wine, a huge profit is not enough to describe this kind of business. We are not short of spiritual stones now."

Once we sell food on a large scale, no matter how cautious we are, people will inevitably notice it, and other monks will also know that we may have stored a large amount of food.

When they know this, they will not be grateful or want to trade with us. Instead, they will only have one idea, which is to rob us of the food.

Why those family monks can do such a hugely profitable food business is because they have enough strength. Even if they face monks rioting, they can easily suppress it. We don't have this ability.

Of course, if those casual cultivators exchange some precious treasures with us, then they can also conduct small-scale exchanges. If they are not treasures, then it is completely unnecessary. "

Although this kind of business will definitely allow him to earn a lot of spiritual stones and make him rich overnight, he cannot control such a hugely profitable business without the strength.

Once his whereabouts are exposed, he will inevitably be besieged by casual cultivators.

Putting yourself in danger just for a few spiritual stones is like losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds.

The gain outweighs the loss.

"My husband is right. The business of selling spiritual wine alone is enough for us to make a lot of money. There is no need to take risks. Our most important goal now is to be safe, keep a low profile, and be transparent."

Ji Bingyu nodded and agreed with this.

"Indeed, we really don't need to take risks."

Xia Jingyan also agreed with this point. She was too cautious in her behavior towards her husband, and he was just cautious at every step.

Even if he is now a monk at the seventh level of Qi training, his character has not changed.

But such a stable character also brings her a great sense of security.

She had also known some Taoist monks before. Basically, their husbands often went on adventures in the wild and hunted monsters. However, in an accident, the husband died, leaving only the female cultivator as a widow.

This is the end of conflict, and similar things happen all the time.

"It seems that you have eaten and drank enough these days, and you are all a bit energetic."

"I actually started thinking about these miscellaneous things."

"Go and take a shower later and see how my husband educates you."

Zhou Sui waved his hand.

"Ms. sir."

Hearing this, Mu Ziyan's legs trembled, as if she thought of something, her pretty face turned red.

"Okay, sir, I will be here soon."

Ji Bingyu chuckled and looked at Zhou Sui with charming eyes.

"Humph, little man, I want to see how you educate me."

Xia Jingyan looked at Zhou Sui provocatively.

After a while, the room was filled with spring light, and the figures were swaying, paying no attention to the disturbance from the outside world.