In this life, people have been living in a circle of deceiving.

When I was just sensible, I was fooled by my parents: I was disobedient and cried, and the old witch would come and take it away and eat it.

When I was in kindergarten and elementary school, I was fooled by my teacher: Only when I have good academic performance can I have a future.

I was still fooled by going to high school and college: I only had a fortune by going to college and having a college diploma.

If you leave society, you are fooled by your boss: Do it well and you will get a promotion and salary increase.

Go to the army and fool the instructors; leave the army and find that this world is a fool.

Later, Ye Xiong finally understood that if you want not to be fooled, you have to learn to fool others.

And speech is the most scheming skill.

Looking at the hundreds of monks below, Ye Xiong's face became serious and said loudly: "Everyone has his own principles. I have obtained the ancient Buddhist inheritance and the monk who passed on my Buddhist practices and inscriptions. He gave me the rules. Anyone who wants to engrave the inscription of Jinfan must not commit the precept of murder within one month. Anyone who violates this precept will finally not engrave the inscription for him again. This is one of them, and it is also the rule of the inheritance of the master. Next, I will talk about my personal rules: I only collect three weapons a day..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar and the audience started to curse.

"Silent..." Shirley shouted sternly.

After everyone calmed down, Ye Xiong continued to say: "Inscriptions are a very harmful technique. Three weapons a day are already my limit. Yesterday, you were on the life and death pounding. I spent seven or eight hours to carve the weapons used by Ma San. If you calculate, you will know why I decided so... I won't carve the inscriptions at will for money. I will be responsible for every weapon I carved."

"Second, each weapon is charged for 30,000 top-grade spirit stones..."

There was another uproar off the court, and everyone was dissatisfied.

"Why are you so expensive? Master Hu only collected 5,000 top-grade spirit stones."

"It's so expensive, I can't afford to hurt."

"Business is about your love and my wish. My request has been put forward. If you accept it, you can stay. Those who stay will draw lots and schedule. Who will come to teach money and hand over weapons again." Ye Xiong continued.

A large number of people walked away in the team, hundreds of people, and only dozens of people were left.

"I will ask again: First, no killing is allowed within one month; second, 30,000 top-grade spirit stones are allowed to stay if you agree."

Finally, more than fifty people stayed and began drawing lots.

He took the top three people to leave weapons, and after paying the money, he left.

Soon, all the people around the door dispersed.

"It's so good. You can earn 90,000 top-grade spirit stones in the blink of an eye. What's the difference between this and robbing money?" Meng Miao was speechless for a moment.

"The skill master of the cultivation art is already very popular. Now I know how important it is to learn a skill, right?" Meng Bing'er said.

"To put it nicely, I haven't seen you learn a skill." Meng Miao retorted.

"At least, I also know how to refine simple elixirs. What do you know?"

"I know how to set up the formation."

"Just your formation level, come on!"

The Meng sisters started to stir up their mouths again. If they didn’t make arguing a few times today, they would be unable to live.

Ye Xiong walked over and asked suddenly: "Meng Miao, do you want to learn the inscription?"

"I want to think about it, even dreaming." Meng Miao stood up in surprise and said, "Brother Ye, are you willing to teach me the inscription of Jin Fan?"

"You have never learned the "Brahma Sheng Gong" and you can't learn the Jinfan inscription. What I want to teach you is the 'cross inscription'."

"Master Ma's 'cross inscription' is so good." Meng Miao was very excited.

"Ma Kun is my master. There is a rule in his cross inscription inheritance, that is, he can only pass on one disciple. He didn't pass it on to me at the beginning because a disciple of his teaching defected to the Demon Sect. It happened that day that we joined forces to kill that disciple, and he decided to accept me as a disciple. The master is someone I respect very much. I don't want his inheritance to be lost. I hope you can study hard and don't let me down and the master." Ye Xiong said seriously.

"Brother Ye, don't worry, I will definitely study hard." Meng Miao replied quickly.

"Although the cross inscription is not as good as the Jin Fan inscription, it is also a very powerful inscription in the cultivation of the truth. The key is that the requirements are not high. You must study it well. If you practice as lazy as before, I will not teach you."

"Brother Ye, I promise to study hard."

"I'm still calling Brother Ye, why don't you call me Master?" Meng Bing'er said quickly.

"master……"

"Don't call me a master first. I haven't learned this cross inscription yet because I don't have time." Ye Xiong handed over a soul simplified book and said, "There are decades of research results of my master, Master Ma Kun, on cross inscriptions. I haven't learned it myself. I can only rely on you to understand it myself. If you don't understand something, come and ask me again."

"Thank you, Brother Ye." Meng Miao was overjoyed and quickly took Soul Suan over.

"Xiaodie, look at the store. If someone comes, tell him what I want. I'll go out now." Ye Xiong ordered.

"Master, where are you going?" Xiaodie asked.

"Pay protection fee."

...

Inside a luxurious room.

Mrs. Yin was lying on a leather chair, holding a very beautiful female cultivator in her left hand, groping on her with her hands.

The female monk disagreed and the two of them made seductive moves to each other.

At this moment, a subordinate walked in from time to time and saw the two of them flirting with each other, without any surprise.

"How are you asking?" Mrs. Yin asked loudly.

As the only Jindan monk in the city of death, Mrs. Yin didn't care about the young monk who came to buy a house a few days ago, and felt that he was just a rich young master. However, last night, the young master did a major event that alarmed the entire city of death.

He carved an inscription for Ma San's big sword, directly crushing the inscriptions engraved by Hu Buwei, and won a million in the bet of life and death.

One million top-grade spirit stones were a huge sum that made him jealous!

Later, Mrs. Yin also found out that the inscription engraved by this young man was actually the legendary supreme Buddhist inscription Jinfan inscription, which made her look at this young man even more impressed.

"Madam, this morning, there were hundreds of people in line at Master Ye's door, but he only collected three weapons. The monk who wanted to engrave the inscriptions had to agree to two conditions." The subordinate replied.

“What two conditions?”

"First, no killing is allowed within one month; second, each weapon requires 30,000 top-grade spirit stones."

"Thirty thousand, rob money, wouldn't you earn 100,000 top-grade spirit stones a day?" The beauty in Mrs. Yin's arms cried out.

"The inscription of Jin Fan is worth this price." After hearing this, Mrs. Yin showed an unexpected expression on her face. "However, I am even more surprised by the conditions that he will not be allowed to kill people this month. What exactly does he want to do?"
Chapter completed!