Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 8 No One Understands Better Than Me

"Yes, they are all noble ladies and widows~" said Chen Xiaoke.

"Are they going to find a man to accompany them? How much does it cost for one trip?" Xuan Ci asked.

"They all went to see the Rabbit God to accompany them. I don't know how much they spent, but I heard they were very generous. Some were so happy that they even gave him a coin on the spot."

"One or two strings of cash isn't much, but the brothels here are probably much more upscale than those in that small county town of Jiangzhou, and there are more wealthy owners."

"Of course. I heard there's a brothel in Pingkangfang, Chang'an, where a table of the cheapest wine and food costs 1,800 coins, and a tea party would probably cost at least one or two ounces of gold."

"What does it mean to have a tea party?"

"This is a rule reserved for the top prostitutes and the most beautiful courtesans. They invite a group of guests to their courtyards at the same time, drinking tea and wine, exchanging poetry, music and dance, playing drinking games, and so on. If you're chosen, you can pay extra to spend time alone with them. Maybe you can even pay more to do something embarrassing~"

She looked at Gege and her face turned red.

Xuan Ci frowned and asked, "No, what if I don't get picked after drinking tea?"

"If you're not chosen by a courtesan, you can just go back. You can always come back another day. Maybe you'll get to know the courtesan better, and one day she'll be in a good mood and invite you in."

Ah this! ?
Xuan Ci cursed, "I spent money, and I still have to depend on their mood? Damn it, if I go there to play, and they dare to send me away, I'll tear down the building!"

However, he changed his mind and felt that this rule was really good for the seller.

Good guy, first collect the ticket money, play with them, and then pick the one with the best looks for further communication.

Moreover, how far the communication goes depends entirely on my mood, and then my shortcomings will not be exposed.

By then, if there is a super rich and beautiful woman who is willing to spend a huge amount of money, I will find a way to fool her and make her happy!
This business is too humane.
I'm so handsome, I must be either a top courtesan or a rich man. A ticket to the palace should cost at least one or two taels of gold, right?

He did the math in his head.

Silver was not circulated in the Tang Dynasty, and people generally only used gold and Kaiyuan Tongbao to pay for money.

One tael of gold is equal to six strings of coins, or 1 Tongbao coins, which is enough for an ordinary family to spend in a year.

According to Chang'an's prices:

The starting price of a house is 100 taels.

20 taels are enough for a carriage.

A young and strong male slave and a pretty female maid, 30 taels.

Add another 30 taels of deposit.

Then, if his total net worth is only around 180 taels of gold, he can be considered a small master.

I can earn at least a dozen taels of silver in one night of tea party. If I invite a few rich women to spend time with me alone and charm them, I will probably become a rich man in a month.

Amitabha, if I don’t go into brothels, who will?

Just do it!

Xuanci decided to go to Pingkangfang to sign in tonight, and immediately asked Chen Xiaoke to prepare dog meat and noodles, and called Chen Guangrui to have dinner together.

"Where did you get this dog meat? Could it be from this mansion again? I saw the fourth son of the Yin family sending people to search everywhere this morning."

Chen Guangrui looked at the two large pots full of meat on the table with a look of surprise and doubt.

"Yes, it's his stupid dog," Xuan Ci ate with hearty mouthfuls, enjoying the delicious meal.

"Why would you do something like this again? If someone comes to accuse us, we will be ashamed."

Chen Guangrui was in no mood to eat, and kept muttering:

"As a monk, you kill, eat meat, and steal. You've almost broken all five of the Buddhist precepts. If you really don't want to be a monk, you might as well return to secular life as soon as possible."

Damn, I want to too, but Fahai won’t let me… Xuanci was too lazy to explain to him and said impatiently:
"I've invited you to eat meat, and you're still complaining. Damn it, if I don't hunt, how can I eat enough every day?"

"You...ah~"

Chen Guangrui looked at his son, whose meal cost ten meals of an average person, and he resisted the urge to complain. He just said with a gloomy face:
"When my father's decree comes, you will be able to obtain food and land, so that you can have enough to eat.

“When we are assigned a place to live, we will move out.

"It's not good to always be dependent on others."

Even a top scholar needs to save face.

He had been suffering the pain of being a son-in-law these days, even encountering the women and younger generations in the mansion, he would be met with cold stares and ridicule. If it weren't for his son's excessive expenses and the approaching winter, he would have moved out long ago.

"Why move? This place is nice, the place is big and the location is good. Just live here." Xuan Ci said dissatisfiedly.

He thinks this place is good for two main reasons.

First, he discovered that Fahai the Bald Monk was obviously afraid of Duke Yin. The last time he beat him up, he attacked him secretly when he was alone.

Secondly, the Duke's Mansion was very close to Pingkangfang, just two corners away, making it convenient for him to cover up his trip to the brothel to make money.

After a while, night fell quietly.

Although Xuanci didn't know whether Fahai was following him, in order to reduce the risk, he first entered the main room full of "training equipment" as usual and closed the doors and windows.

Then he sneaked out without turning off the lights, changed into the servant's clothes prepared by Xiaoke, controlled the muscle circumference of his whole body to shrink, and imitated the walking gait of Lao He, the manager of the side courtyard, and slipped out through the small door for the servants in the mansion.

Chang'an cannot lose Pingkangfang, just as the West cannot lose Lingshan.

The streets were already bustling with activity, with lanterns of all shapes and sizes swaying in the night breeze, casting a captivating glow. The girls' figures appeared particularly vivid under the lights, the sounds of orchestral music and sweet laughter intertwined, and the aroma of fine wine and rouge lingered in the air.

Compared with the ancient people of Xuanci Mother Star, the women of the Tang Dynasty were a billion times more unrestrained. At a glance, he saw that nine out of ten women's skirts had ravines, and the scale was only slightly larger than that in the famous movie "The City Full of Yellow Scabs".

"Brother, which brothel here is the best?" Xuan Ci asked a middle-aged man.

"Which brothel is the best? Of course it's Ye Wei Ju and Wen Yue Pavilion. Could it be this place?"

The middle-aged man, slightly tipsy, glanced at a low-end restaurant nearby and complained:
"Anyway, don't go into this place. The women inside will just hurry you up!"

Xuan Ci was amused by him and laughed. After asking for the location, he quickly walked to the more high-end and classy area of ​​the street and entered the gate of Wenyue Pavilion.

There are small halls on both sides of the entrance, a pool in the middle of the courtyard, and various flowers planted around it, which is very elegant.

As soon as he stepped through the threshold, he was greeted with a smile.

The brothel is different. Even the clothes and manners of the eunuchs are of a higher standard.

"I'm not here to spend money, I'm here to make money. Where's your boss? I want to talk to him about something."

"Sigh~"

The turtle slave suddenly noticed Xuanci's handsome face under his ugly hood, and immediately re-examined him. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but ask:

"You want to see our boss, maybe you want to... make a living?"

"That's about right. I want to make some money. Look at me like this, do I have any future in making money?" Xuan Ci said righteously. Not only was he not ashamed at all, he was also very proud.

The eunuch was stunned by his handsome face, thinking to himself, what a guy, not only does he look like this, but he is also so shameless, he has a bright future ahead of him.

He did not dare to delay and immediately invited Xuanci to a reception room behind the hall, poured him a cup of free scented tea, and then ran to report to his leader.

Xuanci took off his hood, drank his tea in one gulp, and waited impatiently. After a while, he heard women's voices outside the door, and their footsteps were getting closer.

"Haha, you're exaggerating. I wonder if you've gotten into homosexuality? A man has even charmed you."

"Why, it's true. You'll know once you take a look. I haven't read much, so the words I used are conservative."

"Humph, I've seen all kinds of men. If you waste my time, I'll show you how I deal with you."

An old brothel owner, with disbelief written all over her face, followed the pimp into the reception room.

However, when she caught a quick glimpse of the handsome man imitating the Godfather's pose on the rosewood chair, she was immediately mesmerized.

"Mother Huang...Mother Huang...Mother Huang?"

The eunuch called out three times before the madam's soul came back.

Mother Huang remembered that she was here for an assessment, so she calmed down and suppressed the crazy secretion of progesterone, progesterone, and estradiol... She walked over and said:

"What a handsome man. But why did you shave your head?"

Xuanci's voice was low and sexy, "I was born bald."

Mother Huang took a closer look at his head and saw that his pores were as delicate as a child's. She was immediately amazed, but she did not suspect anything.

"Your head is round and plump, but it doesn't affect your beauty at all. But if you really want to come to our place, you have to wear a beautiful hat or wig to avoid being misunderstood and offending the Buddhists."

"It doesn't matter."

Xuanci felt that this was exactly what he wanted.

The madam then asked other questions, but Xuanci didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Are you the boss?"

"No."

"If you're not the boss, why are you talking so much? Call the person who can make the decision."

Yo, huh? You're so arrogant even though you're selling yourself. You're so masculine! Wait until you're done, and see how I'll pamper you!

The madam actually knew that she had no say in this business.

Think about the six horses from Zhaoling Mausoleum. A good one could be worth thousands of gold. The man in front of me is definitely more valuable than a BMW just by looking at his face and temperament.

However, she did not want to be dismissed so easily, so she said:

"I have to understand it first before I can ask the boss for permission, right? Let me ask you, besides your looks, do you have any other strengths? Can you write poetry?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ci thought to himself that even though the artificial intelligence wasn't very smart right now, wasn't it still pretty easy to do this? Leaving aside the three hundred famous poems, even if they were given a task to write, composing ten poems per second wouldn't be a problem at all.

So he said arrogantly: "In the Three Realms, no one knows how to write poetry better than me."

"Hehehe~" The madam laughed so hard that her chest wrinkled. She thought Xuanci was really funny. She tried hard to suppress the urge to hug him immediately and asked, "Do you understand music?"

When Xuan Ci heard this, he thought to himself, with the level of music in this world, there is no DJ, no rap, and even no rhythm. I can defeat you in seconds by just singing "The Great Sui Gang".

Then he added, "In the Three Realms, no one understands music better than me."

"Don't brag about it, I'm going to test you later. You know how to play chess, don't you?"

"No one in the Three Realms knows how to play chess better than me."

Ah this?

Proficient in chess, calligraphy and painting?
(End of this chapter)