Chapter 77 It’s not easy to live in Chengdu (please read it!)
Half a month later.
Xiaomi District, Courtyard No. 44.
In front of the courtyard gate.
"Fellow Daoist Yu, this is the receipt, please keep it."
The monks from the two city defense patrols accepted the two spiritual stones with a smile, politely handed over to Yu Xian and left.
Yu Xian casually threw the receipt into the storage bag, closed the door, and shook his head secretly.
"Shangyang City is big, so it's not easy to live there."
Buying a house in Shangyang City does not mean that you can live here safely forever. Each person must pay a spiritual stone to the patrol team every month, which is euphemistically called the spiritual energy tax.
The patrol team is responsible for providing security protection and maintenance of public areas.
For example, if the warning array outside the yard goes off, monks from the patrol team will come to inspect the house to avoid further losses to the owner.
As for the maintenance of common areas, there is more.
Including the maintenance of some basic formations, the protection of regional spiritual plants, the repair of the performance field, etc.
In Yu Xian's understanding, the patrol team is probably equivalent to a combination of property management, neighborhood committees, street offices, and police stations.
Of course, in actual management, the patrol has much less power.
Especially when facing a monk like Yu Xian who is in the late stage of Qi training.
Whenever the patrol team comes to collect fees, the deputy captain must take action to avoid making people think they have a bad attitude and cause unnecessary trouble.
After all, once someone hates someone, it is impossible for the monks on the patrol to stay in the city forever.
Moreover, most of the monks in the patrol team belong to the homeless group and do not have permanent residence rights, so they still live in collective dormitories.
If you receive too many complaints, you will be kicked off the patrol and lose the chance to stay in the city.
Therefore, even if most of the monks in the patrol team are not well paid, they love their jobs very much and even take the initiative to work overtime.
Naturally, we should be more polite to a monk with capital and strength like Yu Xian.
One complaint from Yu Xian is more effective than a hundred complaints from mortals.
After all, if a late-stage qi-training monk like Yu Xian is willing to go through the procedures and make a complaint, it will give the patrol team face.
If the patrol doesn't respond, there's no guarantee that he won't solve the problem in his own way.
Patrol teams in various urban areas have already experienced the lesson of blood splattering three feet when a master is angry.
To sum it up, if you have the strength, you will be respected wherever you go.
For example, Courtyard No. 57 not far next door is a group rental house. It is home to a group of monks who want to practice in Shangyang City but cannot afford a house.
They will rent a room and apply for a temporary residence certificate. In addition to the house rent, they must also pay a spiritual energy tax of two spiritual stones per person every month.
These people's strength and status are not high, so they are very polite to the members of the patrol team, and their attitude can even be described as humble.
Some couldn't afford to pay the spiritual energy tax, so they cried and begged the patrol team for a few days' grace, but they were still driven out of the city mercilessly by the patrol team.
Such people would complain to the patrol team ten times, not to mention solving the problem. It would be nice if they could be ignored even once.
Yu Xian shook his head to get these distracting thoughts out of his mind.
Right now.
"Ms. Wang, I heard from Sister Wang next door that there is a sericulture job in Linlangyi Pavilion. They will give us silkworm seeds for free, as long as we sell the silk to them in the future, and the price will be fair.
We have such a big yard, and if we raise silkworms all over it, we can increase our income a lot. "
Magnolia stood beautifully in the middle of the courtyard, pink petals falling behind her, and her voice was very gentle.
"I also want to do something to help my husband."
she added.
Hearing this, Yu Xian rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"I asked you to go out and hang out with the neighbors and make a few friends because I'm afraid you'll get bored after practicing for a long time. I'm not asking you to go out and find people to introduce you to work.
Others don't know what your husband's cultivation is, but you don't know it either.
In two years, we will move to the inner city. At that time, let you take a good look at how a Taoist monk who is a foundation-building monk should live. "
Xiaomi District is located on the edge of the spiritual line, and after all, it is still a civilian area.
A monk like him who owns a single courtyard is already considered a big boss, and there are many others who have inherited the legacy of their ancestors.
Just like Zhou Fan who was their guide before.
Most of their ancestors were elite monks in the realm of Qi training. They worked hard all their lives and finally bought a house in Shangyang City.
But in the end he failed to break through the foundation building.
Once the younger generation fails to live up to expectations, but is reluctant to give up, or simply dare not sell the house and leave Shangyang City, they will eventually have no choice but to rent out the house and find a job to make ends meet.
In this way, mortals and monks live together in Xiaomi District, which is a somewhat complex interpersonal relationship.
The Sister Wang in Courtyard No. 45 next door that Yulan mentioned was a monk in the middle stage of Qi training.
She looks like a beautiful young woman, but she is actually in her early fifties and is a hopeless person.
On the contrary, her husband is a monk at the peak of Qi training.
Now both husband and wife are saving spiritual stones to buy a foundation-building spiritual item, hoping that the husband can build a foundation.
Although the foundation-building spiritual objects are not as effective as the foundation-building pill, they can also help monks build their foundation.
Therefore, Sister Wang's cultivation has long since stagnated, and she works several part-time jobs on weekdays. She refuses to use more of her own spiritual stone, just to save a few more spiritual stones for her husband.
Yu Xian has been here for half a month and has only met her husband once.
He was a dark-faced, ordinary-looking man, who looked to be about thirty years old. He had a lot of evil energy about him. I heard he spent most of his time outside the city, engaging in some dangerous activities.
His ordinary appearance proves that this person is devoted to cultivation and is a person with a firm mind.
Seeing Yu Xian frown,
Yulan lowered her head, feeling a little aggrieved, and replied in a low voice:
"I see."
Yu Xian suddenly felt like coaxing the child to study hard, and said with a helpless smile:
"It seems that we can't let you stay with Sister Wang for too long. Otherwise, you will follow her stupid example. She and I are different from each other, so we need the few spiritual stones you earn.
From now on, if others know that I, a dignified foundation-building monk, have to work with Taoist companions to raise silkworms to earn spiritual stones, they still don’t know how to laugh at me.
Tell me to hang out in the foundation building circle from now on.
Don't think too highly of those who seek immortality.
In fact, there is no difference between this immortal cultivator and ordinary people. They are all human beings, they all have emotions and desires, and they all have circles and classes.
Think about it, after we arrived in Kyoto, the palace had no income at all. Do you think the princess let other people go out to make money?
Even if she has a lot of money, she can earn it just by stretching her hand.
No, why?
Because the princess cannot be underestimated by others, even if Prince Fu's palace is in decline, she is still a palace and a member of the upper class.
The House of Cutting Bing does not raise cattle or sheep. This is the pride of the palace.
Likewise, I don't need it either.
If you really do this, instead of helping me, you are harming me. "
The more Yulan listened, the paler her face became. She felt that she was clumsy and could not do anything to help.
"Ms. sir, I'm sorry. I was wrong."
"Hey, don't cry, don't cry, I don't blame you."
Yu Xian stepped forward, hugged Yulan, and comforted:
"I know that you have no confidence in yourself and feel that you are a dull person and that practicing is a waste of my spiritual stones.
But so what?
I'm happy, and I want to live forever with you. "
"Do you have the heart to let me practice alone in the future? You think that treating your husband like Sister Wang is love, but you are not Sister Wang, and I don't like that kind of love.
And if you don’t practice well, I really won’t like it if you get older in the future. "
"Don't blame me for throwing you away when the time comes. I, a great monk, will not take an old woman's Taoist companion with me.
Tsk tsk, let me take a look. When you cry, I find that the lines around your eyes seem to appear. "
Yulan was so moved that she hugged Yu Xian and cried.
As the saying goes, those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are dark. She indeed saw Sister Wang's selfless dedication to her husband, and thus reflected on herself.
Love is beautiful and heavy.
She couldn't enjoy Yu Xian's kindness to her with peace of mind, and always wanted to do something for Yu Xian.
It just so happened that Sister Wang provided her with a template of a good wife.
She naturally imitated it.
And she also has a little idea.
By doing this, she won’t have to practice again in the future.
"I...I won't cry. I will practice hard in the future. My husband, please...just spank me, I'm thinking nonsense again."
Yulan sobbed in Yu Xian's arms, her Taoist heart being fooled into becoming firm again.
A top student will never understand the pain of a bad student.
Obviously I have practiced so hard, but the results have been so weak.
She doesn't have any long-lasting dreams, nor is she under the pressure of survival and life. To her, it doesn't matter whether her cultivation level is high or low.
If practice fails to bring positive feedback, it will instead make you breathless.
Over time, you will naturally become unwilling to practice.
Yu Xian had discovered this problem long ago.
However, in the face of Yulan's evasion and slackness, Yu Xian did not feel angry or resentful.
He never felt that he had provided Yulan with good conditions for practice, and she had to practice diligently and obediently.
Even though there are many monks outside who lick blood from the edge of the knife for a few resources, or even die in order to improve their cultivation.
But the good conditions he gave were only what he thought were good.
Magnolia may never need it, and it may even be a pressure for her to be nice.
Therefore, he would only use the name of love to fool her, and whenever her heart was unstable, he would ask her to persist a little longer.
Then hold on a little longer...
Maybe I can stick to this for the rest of my life.
At least at this stage, the effect is very good.
Half an hour later.
Yu Xian felt that his cultivation level was steadily improving again.
He picked a raisin from the tree and threw it into his mouth. It was sour and sweet, and he felt that today was another day of hard practice.