When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Chapter 447 Xiao Zhen Makes Money

After killing Ji Lu, it took only ten days to reach Qingrao City.

This rich city had smoke rising from the kitchen and occasional shouts of hawkers, which looked very peaceful.

People in white lined up to enter the city gate, walking slowly, thinking in their hearts.

If he was right, the mermaids and their group would go straight to Qingrao City after leaving Mengze City.

Ji Lu's interception on the way confirmed his inference.

With a direction in mind, Li Changxiao did not delay in doing things. He wandered in the market and saw a restaurant with few people. It was a quiet time, so he went up to sit down.

He ordered a few side dishes, a bowl of white porridge, a small dish of pickles, and a dish of fried peanuts. They were not worth much. A table cost only a few dozen copper coins. He gave the waiter a few more copper coins and pulled the waiter to inquire about the recent anecdotes in the city.

The waiter and other common people were the most well-informed. He took the copper coins from Li Changxiao, his eyes turned into crescents, and he talked about the strange things in the city with a flattering face.

There were monsters causing chaos, strange people hurting people, warriors catching evil, and Taoists catching monsters. The bigger the city, the more exciting it was.

In the suburbs, it was easier to lose your life. It was better in the city. There were several temples in the city. Whether it was useful or not, you could go there to pray for peace of mind, at least you didn't have to be scared.

The waiter was eloquent and became more and more excited as he talked. Li Changxiao didn't interrupt him and let him talk freely. He listened to everything, whether useful or not. He kept the interesting things in his mind.

He even sent a cup of tea when he saw that the other party was thirsty. The waiter took the tea and drank it all. Seeing that the business in the store was average and there were no customers, he simply sat opposite Li Changxiao, picked up a peanut, tasted a pickle, and talked to Li Changxiao in detail.

Speaking of temples and the like, the waiter thought of the three richest families in Qingrao City, namely the Jia family, the Zhou family, and the Wang family. The three family businesses are spread throughout the entire Qingrao City.

Since several months ago, the three families have started to go to the Dongshenjun Temple, the Hemu Temple, and other large-scale and prosperous temples.

I don’t know if they are praying for wealth or peace.

Li Changxiao heard the words, and his eyes flashed. He picked up the pickle and slurped it with white porridge. He asked the waiter if there were any big shots in the city recently.

When the waiter heard it, he got excited on the spot and slapped his hand on the dining table, shaking the dish. There really was a big Buddha. But that person was so mysterious that he could not get in touch with him.

He only heard vaguely that the big Buddha spent money like water, and wanted to gain a foothold in Qingrao City, so he bought a lot of properties and made a fortune every day.

All the famous people in the city asked about the origin of the big Buddha, and tried to get close to him and cooperate with him.

But there was no news at all.

It was strange.

The waiter gave up. This kind of thing had nothing to do with him.

The reason why he said so much to Li Changxiao was that he was attracted by the plate of fried peanuts and refreshing pickles.

Unknowingly, he had eaten more than half of the plate. The waiter pretended to leave calmly, feeling proud in his heart.

Li Changxiao shook his head and laughed. How could he not see the waiter's little thoughts? After swallowing the porridge and sweeping away the side dishes on the table, he went to the front desk to pay the bill and left the restaurant through the back door.

After this round of inquiries, Li Changxiao had roughly grasped the situation of this Qingrao City.

The words of the restaurant novel were indeed somewhat credible. Just talking about the journey along the way, sleeping in the wild and eating in the suburbs, he saw a lot of dangerous things.

Since there are differences between the Jia, Zhou, and Wang families, let's start with these three families.

The Jia Mansion is a deep mansion. It is an old family that has been passed down for more than 200 years. There are eight large courtyards in Qingrao City. Li Changxiao spent some effort to extend his perception with the breeze and found that one of the mansions might be slightly different.

It seems that someone is secretly entering and exiting in secret. Under this mansion, it seems that a secret passage has been opened for people to enter and exit the mansion secretly.

Li Changxiao sneaked into the Jia Mansion and saw a woman next to the small lake, sighing continuously facing the lake, with a sad face and endless complaints.

Li Changxiao walked straight over and sat next to the woman. After a closer look, he realized that this was the daughter of the Jia family, a famous woman in Qingrao City, with both talent and beauty.

She was a pretty lady, but she was sad and grieving. Li Changxiao approached her and asked her what she was sad about.

The Jia family lady didn't want to talk to him at first, and chatted with him casually, but later, somehow, she opened her heart and told the man many things.

It turned out that the Jia family had recently suffered a disaster, and her brother was not spared. He was captured and asked for money. The Jia family spent money and effort, but they still haven't got it back.

As a sister, how could she not worry? As she spoke, she sobbed, which made people pity her.

After saying that, he looked at Li Changxiao, thanked him, and asked, "Are you a cultivator?"

Li Changxiao was stunned and nodded. This young lady of the Jia family looked like an ordinary mortal, without any cultivation, but her knowledge really surprised him.

She actually knew about the existence of cultivators.

He found out after asking.

It turned out that all the children of the Jia family, aged ten to twenty, were captured by the mysterious man and used as a threat.

The Jia family flattered on the surface and gave nearly a thousand taels of gold, and more than a dozen shops in Qingrao City were also thrown away.

But in fact, they were secretly preparing forces to rescue those descendants.

Jia Donglai, the head of the Jia family, was an old man over 130 years old. He was a powerful Tongqiao Dao warrior. He had several encounters in his early years and met several monks.

The strange people sent out in the previous few times all failed and failed to bring back a group of descendants. In desperation, Jia Donglai secretly held a meeting. Find capable monks to help.

And offered generous rewards. The daughter of the Jia family heard a thing or two, so she also knew the existence of this group of monks.

"Strange, I thought all monks were old men. It's the first time I've seen someone as young as you." The daughter said truthfully.

Li Changxiao smiled back, thinking that this was natural. Generally, only monks who are about to die will exchange spiritual energy for wealth.

Perhaps he was thinking that he would use the remaining spiritual energy to exchange for wealth for the rest of his life.

Sometimes spiritual energy is very valuable, but sometimes it is worthless.

Li Changxiao roughly knew what Xiaozhen and the others had done after arriving in Qingrao City.

Most likely, they had captured all the descendants of the three major families in order to seek money.

Xiaozhen was born a beggar, had little education, and was not good at business. Perhaps in her opinion, this was... the fastest and easiest way to make money.

The facts were also developing in the direction she had imagined. She soon became a mysterious tycoon in Qingrao City.

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