Chapter 48 So poor
Fortunately, he met Meng Guan. If he had met other monks, he might have lost another life in his hands.
Thinking about Meng Guan's expression and the question he blurted out at that time, Wei Fan couldn't help laughing.
He actually asked about this kind of thing.
But thinking about it, Wei Fan felt relieved.
He and Meng Guan were good friends. When he saw his friend destroying corpses and removing traces, it was okay to ask him.
If it had been anyone else, Meng Guan would have already used the Breath Condensation Technique and fled away the moment he saw this scene.
Why did he come forward to ask?
"I was just a hundred miles away from the Chiling Gold Mine when I saw a man who looked exactly like Brother Wei kill a casual cultivator with a sword. I was shocked at that time. I quickly used the Breath Condensation Technique and hid aside. I dare not admit it.”
After hearing Wei Fan's words, Meng Guan's face turned red, his beard twitching and he added a few more sentences.
"It wasn't until I hid in the dark and observed that it was indeed Brother Wei that I came out to meet Brother Wei. Alas, I later learned that the casual cultivator had become enemies with fellow Taoists. It would be a pity to die!"
At the end of the sentence, Meng Guan shook his head, with a trace of ruthlessness on his face.
Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he wished that he, not Wei Fan, would crush Chen Zhou to ashes.
After listening to the two people's vivid descriptions, He Song was speechless for a while.
Who would have thought that when Wei Fan left Xianfang to help him kill people, he could also bring Meng Guan back.
He Song did not expect this when he saw Wei Fan and Meng Guan at the gate of the hospital just now.
But this kind of thing really happened.
this......
It can only be said to be a coincidence.
"By the way, I brought some of Chen Zhou's ashes back and put them in his storage bag. Here." After explaining the matter clearly, Wei Fan quickly took out a storage bag from his arms. , and handed it to He Song.
Before leaving the courtyard, he promised He Song to bring back some ashes.
Now Chen Zhou is dead, his body was burned, and his ashes... naturally he brought some back.
Not much, but enough.
As for the storage bag, it was naturally found from Chen Zhou.
Small storage bag with one meter of space inside for storage.
You can usually buy it for one hundred spiritual stones in the Magical Instrument Pavilion.
The storage bag on Chen Zhou's body is like this.
Although for monks in the early and middle stages of Qi training, one hundred spiritual stones can be considered a lot.
But for Wei Fan, who was in the late stage of Qi training, this storage bag did not arouse his interest.
Take the storage bag.
He Song immediately input a spiritual power.
Suddenly, a bunch of things appeared in front of He Song.
A small jar.
A few talismans.
A small pile of spiritual stones.
A few changes of clothes.
A piece of thick soil.
There are some other miscellaneous things.
His eyes swept over each item, and He Song paused for a moment on the small jar.
If he guessed correctly, Chen Zhou's ashes should be in this small jar.
As for other stuff.
He Song also glanced at it and quickly calculated the price.
Several spiritual talismans were all low-grade spiritual talismans, worth about twenty to thirty spiritual stones.
He Song counted a small pile of spiritual stones, fifty-four in total.
A change of clothes is not valuable, thick soil is definitely not valuable, and miscellaneous things are not valuable either.
To sum it up.
Chen Zhou's belongings, including the storage bag, are worth about 180 spiritual stones.
"So poor."
Thinking secretly in his heart, He Song shook his head, feeling that this little wealth was really not worthy of Chen Zhou's status as a casual cultivator.
Don’t they all say that casual cultivators are richer than immortal cultivators?
Looking at it now, it doesn’t seem to be that good either.
But after thinking about it, He Song felt relieved.
Casual cultivators make a living by licking blood from the edge of a knife, and most of the resources they obtain are used for their own cultivation.
If he hadn't joined Xianfang to become a spiritual master and had a stable income, Chen Zhou's net worth might not be so much.
Thinking about himself again, He Song was speechless.
This Chen Zhou is quite rich.
I only have a dozen spirit stones on my body now, and I don’t even have a storage bag.
To be honest, I am still the poorest.
"Fellow Taoist, just accept these trophies and just remember to owe me a favor from now on."
On the side, seeing He Song pouring out everything in the storage bag, Wei Fan said with a smile on his face.
In the small circle of three people, He Song has the lowest cultivation level and the lowest annual salary.
Now that he has finally reached the middle stage of Qi training, his annual salary has just increased, and he is not too wealthy.
Wei Fan himself is a monk in the late stage of Qi training and has obtained many resources.
Meng Guan is a sixth-level qi-training monk. After working as a junior commander in the mine for three years, he must be well-off.
Only He Song has just broken through the middle stage of Qi training and has not yet started to receive this year's annual gift.
Seeing that He Song was in such a tight situation, he naturally wanted to help Yi Er.
Wait a few years.
When He Song starts to get the nianfeng in the middle stage of Qi training, he will gradually have more money.
By then, there is no need to worry about such trivial matters.
It was just more than a hundred spiritual stones, and he, Wei Fan, didn't care about it.
After a few years, He Song wouldn't care about this spiritual stone.
The talk of remembering favors is just an excuse to get He Song to accept these things.
"Yes, fellow Taoist, it's better to put it away. Just remember him as a favor. Now that you have broken through to the middle stage of Qi training, you have gained more spiritual stones. After a few years, you will know that this small amount of spiritual stones is nothing. "
Seeing Wei Fan opening his mouth to persuade, Meng Guan also nodded to persuade.
He was previously the manager of the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion. Although he was not as high in cultivation as Wei Fan, he also understood some of the ways of the Immortal Workshop monks.
Although the monks of Xianfang do not receive much annual salary from their posts.
However, there are other benefits.
For example, Zhao Lin, a talisman master, can earn spiritual stones by making talismans in addition to the annual gift from the Immortal Workshop.
With the Immortal Fang Annual Offering alone, the number of spiritual stones that can be obtained in a year may be relatively small.
But if you add in the spiritual stones that can be earned through cultivating the various arts, the income will be greatly increased.
This is also the main reason why most monks in the middle stage of Qi training can save spiritual stones.
Daily practice, purchasing elixirs, magic weapons, spiritual talismans, and spells all cost spiritual stones.
If there is no additional income, relying solely on the annual gifts issued by Xianfang will be insufficient.
In a few years, ordinary monks have been able to practice a variety of cultivation arts and earn spiritual stones based on them.
That's why they said it would be a few years later.
"Okay, then I'd rather be respectful than obey. This favor will be kept in my heart." He Song thought about it and didn't refuse.
Since Wei Fan and Meng Guan wanted to help, he agreed.
Anyway, as they said, after a few years, no one will care about these more than a hundred spiritual stones.
Moreover, He Song will also keep this favor in mind.
However, He Song was somewhat doubtful about their words.
Because three years have passed.
He Song's introductory chapter on formation path still has no introduction.
And even if you have mastered the formation method and can set up a spirit gathering formation, you can't risk your life to help others set up formations to obtain spirit stones.
Therefore, I wonder whether I will be able to regard more than a hundred spiritual stones as nothing in a few years.
He Song himself couldn't guarantee it.
