This city is so large that although there are not many monks, it is already a very good city for mortals.
Many people settled in it, which also attracted various businessmen.
Now, at the city gate, there is a caravan undergoing inspection.
"what is your job?"
Soon, a city guard discovered He Fan's presence and stepped forward.
"I am a scholar who has traveled far and wide. My horse ran away and died on the way. Seeing that there is a city here, I am going to buy a horse."
Seeing the guard coming, He Fan also respectfully bowed his fists and said softly.
At this moment, he looked like a scholar, and there were no flaws in his words.
Listening to He Fan's words, the guard looked He Fan up and down, and then said calmly: "The fee to enter the city is fifteen copper coins."
Copper coins?
The corners of He Fan's mouth twitched slightly.
At this time, he suddenly realized that spiritual stones were only items that could be used by monks.
Even if these mortals get the spiritual stones, it will have no effect and they will consume other items for natural use.
"Why, you can't even get fifteen copper coins?"
Seeing He Fan's hesitant look, the guard frowned and said in a deep voice.
Fortunately, at this time, He Fan saw a bulging wallet hanging on the waist of the caravan owner not far away.
After saying sorry in his heart, he quietly moved his spiritual power and put the wallet into his storage bag in an instant and silently.
Then, He Fan gave a bitter laugh and pretended to be helpless and whispered: "Yes, yes, but I don't have much money left. I'm afraid I won't have enough money left to buy a horse. Can the military master take less?"
¡°No nonsense, it¡¯s all at this price, it¡¯s up to you whether you can get in or not.¡±
The guard frowned and said coldly.
Hearing this, He Fan laughed dryly and silently reached into his arms, making a gesture of taking out money.
Soon, he counted fifteen copper coins and handed them to the guard.
Looking at the copper coins, the guard nodded, and then waved his hand to signal He Fan to come in.
While He Fan passed by the caravan, he silently hung his wallet back on the boss's waist.
But this time, he had already taken out some mortal money from the wallet.
Of course, He Fan didn't get it for free. He put a recovery pill in his wallet.
For ordinary people, the elixir could save lives. He Fan didn't feel any guilt in withdrawing some money.
After entering the city, He Fan did not go directly to the monk's mansion in the center, but found a tavern and sat in it.
He planned to get some information about the city first before making a decision.
As soon as he entered the hotel, He Fan's eyes were fixed on the old man in the corner of the hotel who was drinking a plate of beans that looked very stiff.
Immediately, he sat opposite the old man under the surprised gaze.
¡°Waiter, here¡¯s a pile of good beef and a jug of good wine!¡±
Immediately afterwards, He Fan shouted to the waiter not far away and patted a small silver ingot on the table.
When the waiter in the shop saw the money, his eyes lit up. He quickly stepped forward and said yes, picked up the money and left.
¡°Obviously, He Fan gave him enough money, and in just a moment, the beef and wine were ready.
As soon as the things arrived, He Fan pushed the meat and wine in front of the old man under the surprised look.
"What are you"
The old man hesitated and asked He Fan in a low voice.
Hearing this, He Fan pretended to smile mysteriously, and then whispered to the old man: "I am a storyteller, writing a travel diary. I want to know the history of this city, and then write it in the travel diary. These things, even Paid."
Hearing He Fan just ask this, the old man's eyes lit up instantly, he raised his hand, grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction.
Then, while eating, he started talking to He Fan.
It turns out that Rising Sun City has only been established for a few decades.
Before this city was built, this place was a deserted mountain with no people!
Suddenly one year, a few monks came and opened up such a city in this barren mountain.
He also sent out invitations to people from surrounding villages, saying that they could stay for free under their protection.??.
As soon as they heard that there were monks to protect them, mortals naturally began to move in.
They soon discovered that those monks treated mortals very well. Except for outsiders who had to pay to enter the city, people in the city did not need to pay any taxes, and they could occasionally get some money from those monks!
Since then, more and more people have lived in the city, and slowly, it has formed its current scale.
The old man¡¯s words were full of gratitude to those monks.
?Obviously, these words of his were not made up, but were true feelings!
Hearing these words, He Fan also showed an interested look on his face. After thanking the old man, he turned around and left the tavern.
Now He Fan was almost certain that those monks were definitely hiding something.
The reason why we are so kind to these mortals is just to attract people and form such a large city to cover them up.
As for the occasional payment of money, it is just because monks have no use with mortal money.
, just send it out!
At the moment, after confirming that these monks were hiding something, He Fan began to walk quietly towards the monk's mansion in the center as if strolling!
At this moment, in the monk's mansion.
This mansion is huge, and in the middle of the mansion is a small hall.
At this moment, ten monks were sitting in the hall.
These ten people are all at the Golden Core realm, and Gu Zhen, who just received He Fan, is also among them!
"The monk was sent away just now, and obviously nothing was found."
Gu Zhen looked at the worried people and said softly.
Hearing this, the monk on the first seat also showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and said with a smile: "I proposed to build this city at the beginning, and it was indeed right. Now there are dozens of monks here, and no one doubts it."
Hearing this, there was a burst of praise from below.
¡°After all, the world of cultivation is huge and there are people of all kinds. This place is full of mortals, and the only few monks are casual cultivators. It doesn¡¯t make people interested in this place at all.
Of course, except for He Fan who possesses the weapon-devouring golden ball!
At this moment, He Fan had arrived at the street in front of the mansion.
"I'm probably sure that the breath comes from here, but it's very weak. I don't know why."
Soon, the weapon spirit that devours the golden ball sent a message to He Fan.
He Fan stood beside the small shop in front of the door, and silently sent out his spiritual consciousness to ask: "So, what is the function of that immortal weapon?"
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