If I let you become a druid, would you join the Demon Sect?

Chapter 8: Taoist Priest, take my righteous blow!
After paying the deposit for the dog, Gu Yan only had a few cents left.

He didn't feel like shopping anymore, so he went into the material store with a backpack full of furs.

When he came out, his wallet was full again.

An ordinary old bear skin was sold for five taels of silver.

In the mountainous area, this is the price of wild products. It can probably be sold for 11 or 12 taels if shipped out.

Plus some fur from other small animals.

The total price was five taels and one qian.

The material shop also gave him a note. With the note, the city of Chushan deducted a 10% tax, and in the end, when it reached Gu Yan's hands, it was only a little more than four taels.

Add the remaining money.

Gu Yan now has a total of five taels of silver in his hand.

Not much, at least I won’t have to worry about food and drink in the short term.

As for buying a dog...
Gu Yan has many ways to make money, but things have their priorities, so he is not in a hurry for the time being.

Now that you have money, the next step is to collect information.

Anyone who has been a criminal knows that collecting information is very important. Only after knowing and understanding the law can one break the law, otherwise it is easy to get caught.

Gu Yan's goal is to absorb enough spirits as quickly as possible to advance his druid level and gain more magical abilities.

Spirits can only absorb the spirits of creatures that are hostile to them or that are harmful to nature.

The most appropriate way is to go to the battlefield.

The problem is that the Kingdom of Lin has been enjoying peace and prosperity for many years and has not fought a war in many years.

The most suitable people at the moment are actually bandits and the like.

It is easier to meet these people if you wander around.

He likes bad guys now.

The best place for ordinary people to collect intelligence is to find storytellers in teahouses.

These people often wander around various counties and come into contact with all kinds of people, so they know a little about everything and have a broader vision than the average person.

Although Huangtu Town is a town, there are many caravans coming and going, so the teahouses in the town still have business.

However, the table fee in the teahouse is too expensive, so Gu Yan still prefers the tea stall.

The main thing is that as a mountain villager, he would not be noticeable when he went to the tea stall.

It’s definitely not because of being stingy.

Judging from the sky, it was noon, around ten in the morning, and there were quite a few people at the tea stall.

Gu Yan is lucky.

There happened to be a man at the tea stall telling stories for money.

Order a bowl of tea.

Gu Yan blended into the crowd and sat down.

Judging from his attire, the storyteller was a Taoist priest, probably in his forties or fifties, with a dark complexion, a long, thin face, a few pustules on the side of his face, a small goatee, and a patched straight-skirted Taoist robe, with cloud-like socks underneath. It was obvious that he was not well off.

By the way, the pustules on the face looked like they were caused by mosquitoes in the mountains.

The mosquitoes in the mountains are very poisonous.

The old Taoist priest told a ghost story with ups and downs in his voice, which was very fascinating. No wonder the tea stall business was so good.

Just don't know why.

The first time he saw this old Taoist, Gu Yan felt very uncomfortable and even a little disgusted.

It's like when you are eating and suddenly see a big green-headed fly that just took off from the poop flying towards you and landing on your food, making you want to lift the table and smash it to death.

And
Gu Yan's nose twitched, and he felt even more confused.

The old Taoist looked clean, but he had a faint stench on his body. He was very familiar with this smell, the smell of a pickled corpse.

There is no way. Friends who often kill people know that in modern society, it is easy to kill but difficult to dispose of the body. If you are not familiar with corpses, how can you be a qualified criminal?
There was an instinctive revulsion and the stench of a corpse.

A combination of the two.

Gu Yan realized: "Could it be..."

Thinking of a possibility, he felt delighted and quickly released his perception.

next moment.

The old Taoist seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned his head to look.

Gu Yan reacted even faster, switching to the youthful and immature state typical of a young man. He held the tea bowl in his hand and stared straight at the old Taoist, as if he was fascinated by what he was saying.

Doubt flashed in the old Taoist's eyes. Seeing that he was just a country boy, he thought that the peeping was an illusion and continued to tell the strange and bizarre things about ghosts and gods.
After a cup of tea, the old Taoist stopped at the most exciting part, leaving a hook.

He bowed to the crowd and said, "I have traveled far and wide, and today I have made many good friends. If you find my stories to your liking and would like to hear more, please come back tomorrow at noon."

Noon is around 1:00 PM.

"No, old Taoist, come on, good fortune, good fortune, tell me another story."

An old man who was listening attentively became anxious and took out five copper coins.

The rest of the people reacted and took out money.

But most of them only have one or two cents, and are not rich.

The old Taoist doesn’t think it’s too little.

He politely took the money and continued his lecture.

Another cup of tea passed, and everyone had listened to it to their heart's content, but it ended with a hook left unanswered.

Now everyone was at a loss.

These storytellers are so mean and like to keep people in suspense!

It's gone.

After the old Taoist took a commission from the tea stall owner, he bought a few dry cakes and walked straight out of the town.

Gu Yan, with his powerful perception ability, followed him from a distance. After he was some distance away from the town, he caught up with him and said breathlessly, "Master, Master, please take care."

The old Taoist heard someone calling and stopped to look back.

Seeing that it was the silly mountain boy at the tea stall before, he frowned slightly: "What do you want from me?"

Gu Yan caught up to the old Taoist, gasping for breath for a few times, and then he took out four bamboo sticks from the package with a bit of embarrassment: "Master, just now at the tea stall, I... I don't have money to make good karma. These are the mosquito and snake repellent sticks my father made. They are most useful when walking in the mountains."

As he spoke, he pulled off the ropes from the bottom of four bamboos and handed them to the old Taoist: "Master, smell it and see how positive this sulfur smell is."

When he heard that it could repel mosquitoes, the old Taoist subconsciously touched the pustules on the side of his face.

He stroked his goatee and forced a smile on his face: "Thank you for your kindness, Shannan. I will not be polite then."

As he spoke, the old Taoist took the four bamboo tubes with both hands.

The bamboo tubes were quite thick, and it was difficult to hold three of them in one hand. The old Taoist had no choice but to hold two in each hand, and then use both hands to turn the bamboo tubes over and examine them.

"Hey, why is there smoke?"

The old Taoist was puzzled. He saw smoke coming out of a hole at the bottom of the tube, and there was a faint hissing sound. However, the smell was indeed pungent like sulfur.

“This thing is really good.”

The old Taoist nodded and looked up to ask the young man why he had turned off the cigarette, but was surprised to find that the young man had already run to the side of the road and plunged into the ridge of the field below the road.
No, what are you doing?

The old Taoist was completely bewildered, but finally realized he had been the victim of an elderly scam—what the hell!!!
Unfortunately, it's too late.

Without waiting for the old Taoist to drop the detonator in his hand.

Rumble~
The baptism of art has arrived.

(End of this chapter)