Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 117 Death Contract Monk
Yang Caier already understood the deep meaning of the words.

As a newly promoted first-class top-grade puppeteer, Fang Yi's cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi training, so his status is naturally incomparable to the past.

But he practiced steadily on weekdays, and his reputation had not spread far and wide. The business of this new puppet shop must be bad, after all, even good wine needs a bush.

in this way,

It requires enough cultivators to support it, and as an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain, she naturally has enough influence to make this puppet shop famous.

"When Fellow Daoist Fang opens his shop, I will definitely come and patronize him."

"Brother Fang's new store is opening, Qing Snake will definitely not miss it."

"That's true. I will also bring Yuying to visit you. I hope Brother Fang won't despise me."

"Me too. Brother Fang opening a shop is a great event and I won't miss it."

Seeing everyone like this, Fang Yi spoke.

"I consulted a fortune teller and found out that the fifteenth day of next month is an auspicious date. I look forward to seeing you all."

Three days later.

The quiet room in Xuanbao Garden.

Fang Yi looked at the many spiritual materials in front of him and his magic power circulated throughout his body.

Although his puppet business mainly focuses on customizing high-quality puppets, he also has to prepare some medium-quality and low-quality puppets as a facade.

Otherwise, if a high-level Qi training cultivator entered the shop and saw that the puppet shop was empty, his trust in the puppet masters in the shop would naturally decrease.

It is human nature to respect the clothes first and then the person.

There was a faint green light around Fang Yi.

Small black gold, Cang Lingmu, black beads, each piece of spiritual material was melted by him like flowing water.

Divine thoughts shape the soul, and ancient trees create flesh.

The veins are gold and the skin is brocade.

However, one day, a red ape figure appeared in front of him.

Then Fang Yi continued to take action.

In the quiet room, golden threads are flying and spiritual brocade is being cut.

'Blue Wolf.'

'White Tiger.'

'Spirited Spider.'

One puppet after another gradually took shape.

Half a month passed by in a flash.

Fang Yi looked at the puppet in front of him with satisfaction and nodded.

Although these puppets are mass-produced and not top-quality puppets of the same grade, they are also of outstanding quality.

Compared with fine puppets, these puppets take less time to refine and are relatively cheaper, but they will not delay the time for daily practice.

"Now everything is ready. We just need to find some doormen and maids to welcome the guests."

Half an hour later.

Fang Yi walked along the bluestone road in Yunzefang Market and came to the gate of a large courtyard with three entrances.

The courtyard is made of white bricks and black tiles, and two big red lanterns are hung in front of the door.

There is a plaque between the lanterns, on which is engraved the words "Xunshi Pavilion".

The name is simple. This is the place where many ordinary cultivators in Yunze Market earn spirit stones and accept tasks.

As soon as Fang Yi entered the courtyard, he was surrounded by dozens of white-haired, hunchbacked cultivators in the early stage of Qi training.

"Sir, I am Li San. I am good at cultivating spiritual fields. I only need five low-grade spiritual stones a year."

"Sir, don't listen to that bastard. I only want three low-grade spirit stones."

"The small one only costs one piece."

Fang Yi frowned. He came here to find a few monks who entertained customers in the puppet shop. None of the monks in front of him met his requirements.

Just as Fang Yi was mobilizing his magical powers, preparing to force everyone away, a shout rang out from the courtyard. "Li Laosan, Wang Laowu, and Zhou Laojiu, get out of here! You're disturbing my guests. You won't need to come here looking for work in the future."

Fang Yi looked in the direction of the voice and saw a monk wearing tight clothes and shorts, with strong muscles all over his body, scolding these old monks.

This monk obviously had an extraordinary status and was quite prestigious in the Xunshi Pavilion. With a few scoldings, he drove away the monk who was blocking Fang Yi.

Seeing Fang Yi looking at him, the monk trotted up to Fang Yi, bowed slightly, and smiled.

"Sir, I am Hou Shanxiang, the manager of Xunshifang. I wonder what important matter has brought you here?"

Fang Yi looked at the cultivator in front of him who was at the fifth level of Qi training and shook his head secretly. It was true that different cultivators had different ways of living.

"I'm about to open a puppet shop in Yunze Market, and I'm looking for two servants and maids. Do you have such cultivators?"

'Yunzefang Market Puppet Shop! !'

Hou Shanxiang is worthy of being a deacon who has worked in Xunshifang for more than ten years. He is extremely experienced and can quickly grasp the key points.

Compare this to Fang Yi's cultivation level which he had never concealed.

"I've reached the seventh level of Qi training. I can open a puppet shop in Yunze Market and I'm looking for two servants and maids."

The answer is already obvious.

Hou Shanxiang swallowed, bent his body a little further, and the smile on his face could already be described as flattering.

"Sir, you are a top-grade puppeteer."

"kindness"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, with a somewhat arrogant attitude.

He knew best how to deal with monks like Hou Shanxiang, who were arrogant at first but respectful later and extremely snobbish.

To avoid trouble, it is best to demonstrate your own cultivation and puppetry skills directly in front of it.

Otherwise, these monks would dare to pass off inferior products as good ones and take advantage of the situation.

Seeing Fang Yi admit it, Hou Shanxiang quickly suppressed his own thoughts.

If it was an ordinary cultivator of the seventh level of Qi training, with the support of Xunshi Pavilion, he might still dare to make some small moves, but the cultivator in front of him had the skills to refine first-grade top-grade puppets. The difference in their identities was huge, so he would never dare to take action.

Otherwise, if the leader of Xunshi Pavilion finds out, he will be skinned alive.

As for the monk in front of him deceiving himself, that is absolutely impossible.

Snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. As someone like Hou Shanxiang, he naturally needs to know which cultivators in Yunze Market can be offended and which ones cannot be offended.

Coincidentally, the news that Xuanbaoyuan, a B-level cave, is going to open a puppet shop is now a hot topic in Yunze Market.

"Are you the puppet master of Xuanbao Garden?"

"Yes. Why, you, a hired monk from Xunshi Pavilion, still need to investigate my background?"

Fang Yi's tone was full of impatience.

Hou Shanxiang quickly put on a smile.

"No, no, Master Fang Gui is renowned, and I'd like to see him for myself. Master Fang Gui, please come with me. There are special rooms in Xunshi Pavilion for important figures like you."

Not long after, Hou Shanxiang led Fang Yi into a private box.

The decoration of the box is simple and elegant. The first thing you see is a landscape screen, several ten-foot-long soft couches, and a bronze incense burner with an animal head, with several incense sticks lit, and wisps of fragrance rising from it.

Hou Shanxiang led Fang Yi to a tea table where the water was gurgling. Soon, he handed him a cup of spiritual tea.

Fang Yi took the spiritual tea but did not drink it.

"You are a monk who has signed a death contract."

Hou Shanxiang was shocked. Although this death contract was not explicitly prohibited by Xuanyang Mountain, it was also a gray industry.

This monk signed a death contract, which was basically equivalent to selling himself into slavery.

There are not many cultivators like this in the entire Xunshi Pavilion. Although the cultivator in front of him is a top-grade puppet master, he has only been promoted for a short time. I wonder if he has the financial resources.

For Hou Shanxiang, superficial respect did not hurt him at all, but he did not want to miss any of the real benefits.

Just a little test.

"I wonder where Master Fang Gui learned about this?"

(End of this chapter)