C8 The Taoist Nun's Family

The old Taoist and Little Daoist were soon arranged to meet in the study.

Furthermore, the gold that the old Daoist had turned from stone to gold was also presented to Zhou Jun's desk for him and Lee Wu to view.

This was a rock that looked like it was dyed in gold. It was the size of a fist, and when one touched it, there was a rough feeling of the rock on the corner of the street.

Zhou Jun even weighed it with his hand. It weighed about eight or nine kilograms, and Zhou Jun even sent people out to find a stone that was about the same size as the stone to compare its weight.

After comparison, it was the same weight.

However, this did not prove that the gold that turned the stone into gold was fake.

In the end, Zhou Jun decided to let the old steward use it to refine.

However, the old Daoist finally admitted defeat. "Your Highness, I plead guilty. Please return the order."

“ Oh? What crime have you committed?" Although Zhou Jun could not put on a smile, he could still raise his eyebrows.

He was also interested. This old Daoist actually refused to die and directly admitted his mistake.

"This humble Daoist shouldn't have deceived the sovereign." The old Taoist carried his back to the ground and laid down on the ground. His tone was sincere, but there was no fear or worry.

The young Taoist priest who was standing by the side was grinning, but he didn't laugh out loud, as if he was a mute.

This pair of master and disciple was quite interesting.

The old steward, who was holding the golden stone, suddenly blushed. His face was even redder than when he excitedly introduced the two Daoist to Zhou Jun.

Zhou Jun did not provoke him anymore. He was afraid that the old steward would be so angry that he would hit the ceiling of the study with the stone.

"I want to see how you turn the stone into gold." Zhou Jun said.

Alright, Zhou Jun's words had provoked the old steward, but he didn't mean it. He was really curious.

He had just broken a stone and a small stone. He found that the stone was also full of gold. It might be more gold than most of the gold on the market.

"Your Highness... This... This is fake..." The old steward opened his mouth but Zhou Jun raised his hand to stop him from saying anything.

"It's fine. Our family does not lack gold. We only lack interesting things." Zhou Jun grabbed the golden stone in the old steward's hand and gently threw it at the old Daoist.

The golden stone flew towards the back of the old Daoist's head that was knocked on the ground. If he didn't have some ability, this stone would have blown his head apart.

The young Daoist, who had been mocking and smiling, reached out his hand. His wide sleeve wrapped around the golden stone and with a pull, the golden stone was pulled into his arms.

Bang, bang, bang.

"You did a good job, but you didn't get any money. After all, the two of you still owe me your lives." Zhou Jun clapped his hands and said.

The old Taoist priest who had been lying on the ground looked up and looked at Zhou Jun with a worried face. "Your majesty, why don't you let me owe you one life? Can you... My lord, you don't remember me?"

"Sure, as long as you perform well, you will be rewarded." Zhou Jun said it with empty teeth.

He did not want to reward them now. He wanted these two people. The little priest's move was not simple. Lee Wu, who was standing beside him and holding his right shoulder, had pinched his shoulder just now.

It felt good.

"Are you serious?" The old Taoist priest's eyes lit up, as if he had seen real gold.

"Will This King lie to you?" Zhou Jun's face was expressionless, but there was anger in his tone, "Don't point the stone into gold, just point the gold into stone."

"Okay, okay. I will change it to you right away." The old Taoist quickly got up from the ground, and without even dusting off the dust on his clothes, he took the gold and stone from the young Taoist.

Then, he grabbed the golden stone and spat out a mantra that Zhou Jun could not understand. Then, he stomped his feet. Then, the golden stone in his hand started to change color. The golden color on the surface of the golden stone was like a water stain that had been dried by the sun. It quickly disappeared.

In just three seconds, the golden stone that was originally dazzling became ordinary stones with black and white spots.

Pak pak pak.

"Good, good skill. Let me take a look at the stones." Zhou Jun clapped his hands as he commanded the old housekeeper to bring the stone over.

Zhou Jun took the stone and looked at it. He fiddled with it a few times and handed it to Lee Wu.

Pak pak!

Lee Wu understood what he meant. She used a little strength in her hands and broke the stone into two halves, one big and one small.

Zhou Jun looked at the broken surface of the stone. It was still black and white. There was not a bit of gold on it.

Is this a magic trick? Zhou Jun was a little surprised.

"Not bad, not bad. Do you have accommodation in the capital?" Zhou Jun looked at the two priests with a 'gentle' look.

"I just arrived in the capital. I haven't found them yet." The old Taoist priest said.

"Yes, there are still a lot of empty houses in my house, right? Elder Zhou?" Zhou Jun asked the old steward.

"Your Highness, there are still twenty-three vacant guest rooms in the residence." The old steward answered truthfully.

His anger had also calmed down, and his face was no longer the color of a pig's liver. There was even a bit of joy. He had finally found a truly capable person for His Highness.

"Are the two of you willing to be fooled in King Lin's Mansion? You will receive monthly salary every month." Zhou Jun said in a tempting manner.

"Yes, yes, both I and my disciple are willing." The old Daoist said excitedly.

This matter was settled just like that.

The old Daoist had become a worshipper of King Lin's Mansion. Although outsiders thought that he was just playing a trick to deceive King Lin, Zhou Jun knew that this person was really capable. At least, the young Daoist's ability was not small.

Right, the old Daoist's dao name was Qingchen, and the young Daoist's dao name was Xu Jing.

...

The courtyard in King Lin's Mansion, which had been vacant for many years, was occupied by an old man and a young Daoist.

After the old Taoist sent away the attentive old manager of King Lin's Mansion, he pulled his face down and walked towards the smiling young Taoist.

He pointed his finger at the young Taoist's neck.

The little Daoist could speak again, and the smile on his face became even wider.

"Master, why did your Qi Gazing Spell not work? Didn't we say earlier that King Lin had the Qi of a True Dragon? Why did I get closer and see that it was only gray and unlucky? " The little Daoist said with a mocking smile.

" Did This Penniless Priest say this? Why do you love to lie so much at such a young age?" The old Taoist slapped the young Taoist priest's head, causing him to somersault in the air before finally squatting on the ground.

However, the young Taoist priest was still laughing and joking.

"King Lin's True Dragon Qi can't be fake, but the Tribulation Qi can't be fake either. However, King Lin Consort really has the fate of a vermilion bird. Under the fierce flames, Perhaps she can break through King Lin's tribulation Qi. At that time, the True Dragon will still be a True Dragon. It wouldn't be too far off." The old Daoist then shook his head and said.

"Tch, a true dragon and a vermilion bird, who are you trying to fool?" The young Daoist pursed his lips as he muttered in a low voice.

"That sleeve of yours is pretty good. Otherwise, we won't be able to enter the King Lin's Mansion." As the old Daoist spoke, he gave the little Daoist a headache.

"Master, you should have shown your true ability earlier. King Lin will give you three kowtows and nine kowtows to offer you the altar. He will serve you three incense sticks in the morning, in the evening, and in the evening every day." The young Taoist priest bared his teeth and covered his head, seemingly in pain.

"Go, go, go, curse your master." The old Taoist priest flicked his sleeves and the young Taoist priest somersaulted a few more times on the ground. He directly flipped out of the house and crashed into the corridor outside the house.

This time, the young Daoist seemed to have really knocked out and did not get up.

The old Taoist slowly walked out and dragged him back into the house. He muttered, "I don't remember beating or scolding you. You are born to be beaten up. It has been hard on me."

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