Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

"Master, please look carefully. There is a secret mark of Bao Fenglong's seal on it. Can I draw it?" Chu Wen smiled helplessly.

The old monk twisted his mouth and snorted coldly, not wanting to believe it.

Over the past few decades, his most beautiful dream had only been to earn five hundred taels of silver.

"If this is true, I'll call you Master."

"Haha, Master, you said it yourself, don't play tricks on me!"

"That's what I said! I don't know all those tricks you have?"

"Poetic and flowery, you are my witnesses!"

The poetic and picturesque smile rushed to say with sweet words:

"Master, Master also said that if your painting can be sold for 500 taels of silver, he will call us Master!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Master also said that if your painting sold for five hundred taels of silver, he would stand on his head and eat shit."

"Yes, yes, yes. Master also said to take it for a month."

"We don't want to bet with Master, but Master wants to bet anyway."

Chu Wen found it funny and the smile on his face grew wider and wider until he burst into laughter at the end.

"Hahahaha, so poetic, isn't it true?"

Huayi couldn't help laughing and said, "Master, we have been asking Master to take back what he said, but he just won't. No matter how much we persuade him, it's useless."

Shi Qing also smiled and said, "I don't know why, but Master just doesn't believe that Master's poems can be sold for money, and he insisted on betting with Hua Yan Qiao Yu, and neither of us could persuade him to stop."

Chu Wen laughed so hard that his stomach hurt and he couldn't straighten his back. He finally fell to the ground, pounding his hands, gasping for breath.

"Hahaha...I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. Master, you have to keep your word as a man. Haha..."

When the old monk saw these guys teaming up to laugh at him, he got so angry that his beard trembled.

"I told you! What's the matter? Your crooked poems are so good at selling. I'll stand on my head and eat shit!"

"Hahahaha, Master, this banknote is what I got from selling poems. When you go out, you must go to Baofenglong to verify its authenticity. Don't forget, hahahaha..."

When the old monk saw Chu Wen's expression, he felt a little uneasy.

But what is the concept of one thousand taels of silver? An ordinary person could not spend it all in a lifetime. How could a few lines of weird poetry by a madman be sold for one thousand taels?

Seeing that the old monk still looked suspicious, Chu Wen was worried that he had thrown away the banknote, so he said to Shi Qing:

"Shiqing, take this banknote. When you go out, take Master with you to Baofenglong Bank to exchange it for cash. Make sure Master watches you exchange it, to prevent him from defaulting on the debt."

The old monk had no idea what Chu Wen was up to. It would be better for him to believe that the moon was a ball than to make him believe that the 1,000 taels of silver note was real.

"Don't talk about useless things. Where did you meet your brothers and sisters? Who are they?"

Chu Wen couldn't stop laughing, and wanted to tease the old monk, so he replied:

"I was just walking down the street, and people saw that I was good-looking and insisted on claiming me as their brother. I was helpless."

"Bah! You bastard, you never tell the truth. Are you someone's lover? Do you know how much the things your damn sister gave you are worth? I calculated, at least four hundred taels! The hoe handle is made of golden nanmu, the desk is made of agarwood, the chairs are all huanghuali, and the bed is all red rosewood..."

Chu Wen was also shocked after hearing this. Su Qiuting was indeed generous. The old monk calculated that those items were worth four hundred taels, so they must be worth more than four hundred taels. This sister was sure of it.

After the old monk finished speaking, Chu Wen just smiled foolishly and did not explain. He looked at Xiu'er in Huayi's arms and said.

"Master, just accept those things with peace of mind. Has Xiu'er been well behaved these past two days?"

Upon hearing this, the old monk poured half a bowl of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said angrily:

"Stop talking. I'm so fed up. You keep calling me brother every day. Even in my dreams at night, you keep calling me brother. It's making me unable to sleep well."

After hearing this, Chu Wen felt very upset. He stood up, touched Xiu'er's hair through the fence, then took her little hand and kissed it, his eyes slowly turning red.

Huayi said, "Master, let me wake Xiu'er up."

"No, if she sees me and can't be with me, she will feel worse. Just lie to her and tell her that I went to a faraway place to buy her some candied haws and will be back in a few days. Don't bring her to visit me. If she wakes up and sees me, she will cry to death."

Having said that, Chu Wen glared at Hua Yanqiaoyu fiercely.

The two guys knew they had made a mistake and lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

The jailer did not come to urge him, and half an hour later the old monk finished eating and drinking.

Before leaving, he also took away two roast chickens.

He didn't seem to be going to visit the prison, but rather to sit at the table.

Celebrating my disciple’s move into a new home.

After the old monk and the four women left, Mingde Sanren moved to the fence next to Chu Wen and said in disbelief:

"Brother, what was the cultivation level of that woman just now?"

Chu Wen thought about it for a while and replied, "What kind of cultivation do I have? I am just a mortal."

"That woman's hands are glowing green, obviously she has wood spiritual roots. There is a confinement formation in this prison, and anyone who can cast a spell here must be a Jindan cultivator. Tell me, brother, is she a Jindan cultivator?"

The highest-level cultivator Mingde Sanren had ever seen was the black market dealer, who was at the early stage of the Golden Core stage. Now that he had met a Golden Core boss, he was extremely excited and had to find out more.

Chu Wen is not a naive person. He understands the principle that a tall tree attracts the wind.

"Brother, what are you talking about? That was just a little trick of my maid. If she had the power of a golden elixir, would she still call me master? Would I still steal buns?"

When Mingde Sanren heard this, he thought about it carefully and his excitement gradually faded away.

Just as Chu Wen said, this is impossible. How could a Jindan master mingle in the mortal world and be called master by others?

But how could a simple trick cure Chu Wen's injury? Is there some secret technique that I don't know?

The humanoid creature in the cell opposite kept staring at Chu Wen blankly without saying a word.

……

After the old monk came out of the cell, he was led by Shiqing to the gate of Baofenglong Money House.

He had never been to a money house before. He didn't dare to go in, nor did he want to go in, for fear of being implicated if something happened.

He was seen standing at the door with his hands folded and his mouth twisted, staring at Shiqing, waiting to see a joke.

When he saw the bank clerk smiling broadly at the sight of the banknotes, he simply did not believe it.

When he saw the bank clerk counting the silver, he still didn't believe it.

When the old monk saw the clerk of the money shop handed a full box weighing more than 60 kilograms of silver to Shiqing, he was stunned.

When the old monk saw Shiqing leaving the counter with the cash box and the bank clerk did not chase after her, his mouth was dislocated and he could not close it for a long time.

Shiqing came to the door of the money shop, stood beside the old monk with his mouth wide open, smiled, then opened the lid of the cash box and let the old monk check the silver.

The old monk finally came to his senses, quickly closed the cash box, and left with the box in his arms.

"Go, go, go, go quickly, go quickly..."

He was worried that his money and property would be exposed, and secondly, he was worried that the bank clerks would chase him out.

Poetry transforms the clothes of mortals, the appearance when going out