Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Mo Fan returned to the calligraphy and painting shop. As soon as he opened the door, he felt dust blowing in his face and couldn't help but frown.

He casually cast a small wind spell, and soon the whole room was refreshed without a speck of dust.

Then he looked inside the house and found that there were still many exquisite calligraphy and paintings that had not been sold, and Boss Huang also said that he would give them all to him, which saved him a lot of effort.

However, after pondering for a moment, he took out a blank piece of paper and began to draw a few pictures himself.

These paintings are pictures of strange beasts, and a little bit of his spiritual power has been injected into them, so they can almost be called magic weapons.

This is what he uses as a store's store.

Although he didn't care whether this calligraphy and painting shop could make a profit, if he wanted to completely integrate into the life of mortals, he still had to interact with more people. If no one was interested in him and he was just running a shabby shop, how could he achieve enlightenment?

Time flies, and it is the opening day of Mo Fan's calligraphy and painting shop.

As expected, Shopkeeper Wang did not break his promise and actually invited a monk to join in the fun.

Although the cultivator was only at the late stage of Qi Refining, he made the street lively. Many traveling merchants and local residents from other streets were attracted when they heard that a secular immortal was going to cast a spell.

For a while, Mo Fan's calligraphy and painting shop was surrounded by people.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the monk began to make hand gestures and cast a spell. Fireballs condensed from his hands and were sent into the sky, finally exploding into balls of fireworks. It was quite realistic and the onlookers applauded.

"Everyone, today is the opening day of our store, please come and support us!"

Mo Fan walked out at the right time and bowed to the people around him, but most of them left on the spot.

"In prosperous times, calligraphy and paintings are equal, in troubled times, gold and silver are equal. Don't you, a mere mortal, understand this truth?"

"You dare to sell calligraphy and paintings in this troubled time. You are not cut out for business!"

The monk sneered at the scene and said to Mo Fan, “Give me the remaining gold!”

"It's natural."

Mo Fan nodded, then went into the store, took out a few ounces of gold that he had prepared, and handed them to the monk. He then spoke to the people who had not yet dispersed, "Don't be in a hurry to leave. Today is the opening of our store, and we have a mysterious gift for you. It doesn't matter if you buy it or not. You can come in and take a look. If you are lucky enough to get a mysterious gift, that would be a good thing, right?"

"Boss, don't keep us in suspense. Just tell us what the gift is!"

"That's right. How can a calligraphy and painting shop like you have such a big gift? Why are you making such a fuss about it..."

The people booed one after another, obviously not optimistic about what Mo Fan called the "mysterious gift".

"Listen to me, everyone. My Mo family had an immortal ancestor. Later, that ancestor passed away and left behind some calligraphy and paintings. Maybe there are some immortal treasures among them!"

Mo Fan grinned.

"Bullshit!"

"That's right, I also said that there was a real dragon among my ancestors!"

"You just open your mouth and say it. Your business methods are too low-level!"

The people all showed mocking expressions, obviously not believing it.

"Brother Mo, you may not look very old, but your ability to brag is far beyond my reach!"

Shopkeeper Wang couldn't help but smile and shook his head, then he was about to leave with the monks beside him.

"Boss Wang, how could I possibly be bragging?"

"If you don't believe me, ask the immortal beside you to take a look and see if the thing in my hand is really a fairy treasure!"

As Mo Fan spoke, he took out a palm-sized grey bag from his sleeve and spoke with a smile.

"Isn't this just an ordinary bag?"

"Brother Mo, stop messing around. Immortals' time is very precious. They don't have time to look at a broken bag like you!"

Shopkeeper Wang rolled his eyes upon seeing this, but then he heard the immortal beside him utter "Huh", and then he saw the other party coming in front of Mo Fan, looking at the pocket in Mo Fan's hand with surprise.

“It’s actually a storage bag!”

The immortal was surprised, and immediately looked at Mo Fan and asked, "Where did you get this bag from?"

“Reporting to the Immortal, this is exactly what my ancestor left behind!” Mo Fan replied.

"Master, could this really be a treasure?" Shopkeeper Wang hurriedly came up to him and asked curiously.

"It is indeed an immortal magic weapon, but now it can be regarded as an immortal treasure covered in dust. Let me take a good look at it."

After the monk said this, he grabbed the storage bag in his hand and immediately showed disappointment, because it was empty!

"Did you touch anything in here?"

The monk looked at Mo Fan with a stern expression.

"Master, what can be put in this palm-sized bag?" Shopkeeper Wang curled his lips.

"How can a mortal like you understand the things of the immortals?"

The monk snorted coldly, and then he heard Mo Fan say: "I don't know how to open this bag. Since you like it, I will give it to you. Please come into my shop and take a look. Maybe you can find a mysterious gift!"

The cultivator's heart was slightly moved when he heard this, and he immediately smiled and nodded, then naturally put away the storage bag and said with a smile: "In that case, I will take a good look at it."

How could the people around who originally didn't believe what Mo Fan said bear it any longer when they saw this scene?

At the same time, they all entered Mo Fan's shop, seemingly looking at the calligraphy and paintings inside, hoping to find some so-called fairy treasures.

However, how could mortals like them know how to identify magical weapons?

Even the cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage could not figure out anything and immediately shook his head in disappointment.

"Mom, this golden toad is so beautiful, it looks so lifelike, let's buy it home!"

At this time, a child not far away took a fancy to a painting and spoke excitedly, which made Mo Fan smile.

The painting was made by him personally and could indeed be considered a magical instrument.

"Why would you buy such an ugly toad?"

However, the child's mother's words made Mo Fan's face freeze.

"Mother, the teacher at school once told us that the golden toad is an auspicious animal that is used to bring wealth and treasure!

Hasn’t our business been bad recently?

Maybe business will improve after I buy it back? ! "

"Well... well, just buy one and take it back!"

Finally, the woman was persuaded by the child and spent an ingot of silver to buy the painting.

People came into the store to buy paintings, and several paintings of exotic beasts were sold. However, the Qi-refining monk did not see anything worth seeing, so he left in a hurry after browsing for a while.

Just like that, Mo Fan's calligraphy and painting shop was officially opened.

After a few days, more and more customers came to patronize the shop, which made the shop owners around Mo Fan very curious. After asking around, they found out that a businessman who had come to his shop to buy a painting was ambushed by bandits on his way out of the city. As a result, a strange beast walked out of the painting and bit the bandit to death with one bite.

The businessman escaped death, so he hurried back and wanted to buy all the paintings and calligraphy in the shop at one time. However, the boss named Mo told him that he could only buy one painting a day.

From that day on, the merchant would come to buy a painting almost every day, and the story of his escape from robbery gradually spread, so more and more people came to buy calligraphy and paintings.

Mo Fan also made friends with customers who came to buy calligraphy and paintings.

Until a month later, the merchant who came to sell paintings every day suddenly did not come. A few days later, his friend told Mo Fan that the merchant was dead.

The entire caravan was killed shortly after leaving the city. No money or valuables were lost, but all the calligraphy and paintings disappeared.

This incident alarmed the established Immortal Department, which eventually concluded that the murder was committed by an immortal.

This left Mo Fan speechless, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.