bayedsolid Chapter 392 Cleaner than face
Chapter 392 Cleaner than face
"A flower on a high mountain in the celestial realm—to be grasped and plucked with bare hands."
What the hell?
What is this all about?
Master Zhou flipped back to the cover.
The cover features a large flower with a little girl sitting in its center. The little girl is smiling so wide that you can't see her eyes, and the overall image is very cute and adorable.
He thought it was a book about growing flowers and plants.
But to everyone's surprise, it turned out to be a storybook! A love story set in the celestial realm!
This kind of deceptive practice, like selling dog meat under the guise of mutton, is commonplace in the mortal realm. I never expected that such a thing would happen in the immortal realm as well.
Indeed, wherever there are people, there is a world of its own, regardless of whether one is a mortal or an immortal!
Master Zhou originally intended to put the book down, but then he thought that it wouldn't hurt to take a look and learn about the novel about the immortal realm.
He quickly finished reading the storybook, skimming through it. Just as he was about to put it down, a voice sounded beside him.
"Fellow Daoist, this story is being serialized. Are you interested in the later parts of the story?"
The waiter asked with a smile, "Would you like to make a reservation?"
The reason for this question is that Master Zhou spent more time on this book than on other books, and Xiao Er's sharp eyes have been keeping a close eye on it!
Judging from the passage of time, Xiao Er concluded that Master Zhou liked this storybook.
Little did they know, this was a beautiful misunderstanding!
"How much is this storybook?" Master Zhou asked.
"The first volume costs 50 spirit pearls, and the second volume is available for pre-order at 70 spirit pearls."
After quoting the price, the waiter added, "Fellow Daoist, our storybook is selling well. The second volume will be released soon, and I'm sure the pre-order price for the third volume will increase again."
"If you are interested, I suggest you pre-order both the second and third volumes at the same time, because the current pre-order price for the third volume is also 70 spirit pearls, the same as the second volume. In a few days, when the second volume is released, the price of the third volume will increase."
Upon hearing this, Master Zhou couldn't help but admire these people's business acumen.
However, he wasn't interested in these business strategies; his focus was on the story itself.
He was flipping through the storybook, turning it over and over again. The reason he spent more time on it than on other books was that he not only looked at the content of the story, but also at the overall direction, pacing, and plot arrangement.
He put the book down only after thoroughly studying its writing methods.
But what he was really thinking about was finding a way for his nephews and nieces to earn spirit stones.
The Zhou family members are skilled at making up and writing stories; in their spare time, they can use their brains and pens.
So, the waiter must have misunderstood him.
Master Zhou smiled, looked up, and asked, "How much do you charge for these kinds of storybooks?"
"Hmm?" The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reacted, "Fellow Daoist, are you a writer?"
Before the master could answer, the waiter continued, "The royalties have to be negotiated with the shopkeeper. As far as I know, the author of this novel received three hundred spirit stones for the first volume. Given its current popularity, he'll receive over a thousand spirit stones after finishing all three volumes."
hiss!
Master Zhou gasped, inwardly sighing. Writing stories was so lucrative? Considering that he could only sell a mid-grade Yellow Rank talisman for ten spirit stones, compared to the speed and money he made from writing stories, it was truly pathetic.
Forget it, writing storybooks isn't suitable for him. It's only suitable for the young people in his family. They have vivid imaginations, are imaginative, and full of clever ideas. This kind of work suits them.
"Then let's buy the first book."
Master Zhou decided to begin the purchasing process, then turned and asked, "How much are those books on talisman drawing and array formations over there?"
"Basic series, beginner level, 50 spirit stones; intermediate level, 200 spirit stones."
"I don't have enough spirit stones!" Master Zhou roared inwardly. He hadn't even started buying the materials needed for drawing talismans, nor the materials for the formation.
It seems that his primary concern is making money, and making money quickly.
Master Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "First, get a set of intermediate-level formations, then get a few best-selling novels. They must be best-selling."
"Hey, don't worry, fellow Daoist. I'll recommend a few books to you. Some of them are still very popular even after they've been completed."
The waiter, still smiling, continued, "To be honest, if you write a good story, feel free to bring it to our Yujian Pavilion. The price is negotiable."
"Oh, by the way, do you have city maps? Maps of nearby cities would also be helpful."
"Yes, yes, yes, not only from Xingyu City, but also from Lanxing City and Qingfeng City. Do you want them all, fellow Daoist?"
"I want them all." The Master couldn't resist any longer. "Add a few books on planting spiritual flowers and herbs, a few geographical records, and... and... okay, that'll do for now."
In the end, the total came to 257 spirit stones.
This number is incredibly accurate and incredibly auspicious.
Master only has this many spirit stones in his pocket.
Upon entering the city, Wenwen gave each person eight spirit stones. After paying the city entrance fee, they had seven spirit stones left.
Afterwards, Wen Chengbin distributed 250 coins to each person.
A total of 257 spirit stones.
Master, his heart ached as if it were bleeding, watching helplessly as his spirit stones went into the waiter's storage bag.
Okay, now, my pockets are emptier than my face.
Since we were penniless, we decided to keep browsing without buying anything, just to satisfy our visual cravings.
"Fellow Daoist, may I go up to the second floor and take a look?" the Master asked.
"Yes, yes, this way please."
The waiter led the teacher to the stairs and whispered a reminder: "Fellow Daoist, be careful of the steps."
......
Xingyu City, East Street, Fayan Pavilion.
Wen Qilin walked around East Street for a long time, and just after turning the corner, he came to a clothing store.
At this moment, a large crowd had gathered in front of the shop, and a waiter was shouting loudly at the entrance.
"Good news, good news! We're having a huge sale on our robes! This is a special occasion for our fellow Daoists."
"A set of robes is only eight spirit stones. Come and choose one!"
"Eight spirit stones, you won't lose out, you won't be cheated."
"Special offer today, discounts for bulk orders."
"Today only, this offer won't last, come and choose quickly!"
"..."
Wen Qilin had no intention of buying anything and was about to move away from the door when the shop allowed the next group of people to enter. The gate at the door had just opened, and the cultivators waiting at the door rushed in.
As a result, Wen Qilin, unable to avoid the crowd, had no choice but to follow them into the shop.
Unexpectedly, the shop was quite large, with the religious clothing neatly arranged in sections, making it easy to see at a glance. There were men's and women's clothes, as well as clothes for the elderly and children.
In short, the shopping environment is quite good.
Since he was already there, Wen Qilin decided to make the best of it and strolled around leisurely with the crowd.
It must be said that the styles and designs of the clothes here are very novel, and more importantly, they are all from the celestial realm.
The clothing and shoes worn by monks often come with some auxiliary functions.
Wen Qilin took a general look around and gained a rough understanding of the grade and quality of these clothes.
He walked towards the section of clothing for the elderly, and just as he stopped, a shop assistant came over to him.
"Fellow Daoist, are you buying clothes for an elder? Let me introduce them to you."
"Look, these are lower-grade robes, which cost between eight and thirty spirit stones per set. Over there are mid-grade robes, which are a bit more expensive, around fifty or sixty spirit stones."
"What is your price range for ceremonial robes? I can recommend one for you."
Wen Qilin was suddenly a little dazzled. He was really no expert when it came to choosing clothes. He opened his mouth several times before finally saying, "The kind that costs eight spirit stones, which one?"
"it's here."
The waiter pointed to the first row of clothes hanging on the counter and said, "To be honest, these clothes originally cost thirty spirit stones, so buying them today is a great deal."
"The clothes are all the latest styles this year. Some styles also come in other colors. Due to limited space, we haven't been able to display them all. Please see what style you need, and I will bring out other colors for you to choose from."
"Fellow Daoist, please rest assured that the quality of our Fayan Pavilion's clothes will not decrease just because the price has dropped. Our prices are fair and honest."
The waiter's service was really good; he didn't give the customer a hard time just because they were looking at the cheapest clothes.
Based on this service attitude alone, Wen Qilin began to carefully select his items.
Just then, the gate opened again, and another group of people rushed in.
"Big brother, look, who's that?"