My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Monk Wuda was actually quite shocked.

Although he had already heard from Gan San Niang that this place was a realm of immortals, he still found it somewhat unbelievable that he had actually set foot here.

The tall, neat, and oddly shaped three-story building; the luxurious and bright transparent windows; the clean and tidy courtyard; the strange table that hums on its own; and most importantly, the four seemingly ordinary middle-aged women.

His attire, coupled with the uncontrollable stench of blood emanating from the recent battle, would have terrified an ordinary middle-aged woman.

But the four strangely dressed middle-aged women sitting at the odd table in front of him showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, they looked at him with great curiosity, as if they wanted to figure him out.

The four women each had a different hairstyle. Two of them had their hair cut shorter and permed into curls, which unconsciously reminded Wu Da of the Buddha statues in the temple. One of them had slightly sparse hair and a brownish-yellow color, which was obviously not something an ordinary person could have.

There was another one with a high braid who looked ordinary, but compared to the other three, he seemed mysterious and extraordinary.

Earthly Buddha statues are all carved by craftsmen, and their thoughts and ideas may be biased. The real Buddha and Bodhisattvas would not look like this, would they?

The moment Wu Da saw those four middle-aged women, such a thought even flashed through his mind.

He immediately felt it was absurd, thinking how could this be possible, but he dared not completely dismiss the idea, so he was very wary of the four aunties and stood at the door without daring to move.

Fortunately, Luo Zhuang came out and chatted politely with the four women in a language he couldn't understand, and they led him into the house, which made him slowly relax.

The one who came out to greet me must be the immortal master that Third Sister mentioned.

Wu Da understood.

Luo Zhuang had gone out before and stopped by the barbershop for a buzz cut, for convenience and to keep things cool in the summer. Wu Da saw it and couldn't help but mutter to himself—

Look at that long, flowing hair, he really is a member of our Buddhist sect! It's truly astonishing that I, a ruthless fake monk, could actually ascend to the heavenly Buddhist realm!

Then I thought again—

The immortal was very polite to the four bodhisattvas, so the four bodhisattvas must be very powerful.

Upon entering the lobby of the guesthouse, he leaned his staff against the wall, clasped his hands together, and respectfully bowed to Luo Zhuang, chanting a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, I... this humble monk Wu Da greets the venerable master."

After saying this, he turned around at the doorway, bowed to the outside, and said, "Greetings to all the Bodhisattvas."

Luo Zhuang: "..."

Gan Sanniang: "..."

The four middle-aged women in the courtyard looked at each other, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

Aunt Wang laughed and said, "Oh my, you young people are really interesting. Is this also cosplay?"

Aunt Wang asked, "Where is that place for your Four-Year Examination? Let's go check it out sometime, it's quite interesting."

The other two older women nodded repeatedly, praising, "You played so well! You played so well!"

The monk Wu Da was completely bewildered, so Luo Zhuang quickly had Gan San Niang pull him back.

The four middle-aged women outside were a little disappointed that there was no more excitement to watch, but fortunately there was mahjong to play, so they continued to play. While drawing and arranging the tiles, they also discussed the cosplay, becoming more and more interested and enthusiastic as they talked.

All three people in the hall could hear it. Wu Da was still confused, while Gan San Niang and Luo Zhuang were already used to it and didn't pay any attention to them.

Luo Zhuang went around to the front desk, sat down in a chair, and said while operating the computer, "Miss Gan, I'll arrange a room for your brother. You can take him there in a bit and introduce him to everyone. I won't worry about anything else."

With Gan San Niang as a free laborer, he naturally began to slack off, avoiding doing these things himself whenever possible.

Gan San Niang nodded and said, "It's my duty!"

As she spoke, she pointed again, and several items appeared out of thin air on the front desk. She said, "Immortal Master, you have helped me a great deal, and I have nothing to repay you with. These are some small gifts I brought, just a token of my appreciation. Please accept them, Immortal Master."

Among those things, there was a row of six or seven unopened jars of wine, and a package wrapped in yellow paper. Based on Luo Zhuang's years of experience watching TV, he felt it was probably some kind of medicinal herb.

There was also a pile of loose silver, but he had no idea what it was and didn't know how much there was.

He thought about the silver he had received before, plus the silver that Gan San Niang had given him, and wondered if he could sell it to a gold or silver shop for a good price.

He didn't have much of a concept of these things for the time being, and he would have to check the price of silver later.

Good.

But are all these items really being given away for free?

Luo Zhuang glanced at the multi-dimensional hotel management system, which only had three items of information about the new guest Wu Da: a Zen staff in his hand, three boxes of fine tea, and twenty-five taels of silver.

Apart from that, there was nothing else. As expected, Gan San Niang did not use these newly acquired items to offset the rent.

"Don't these cover the rent?"

Luo Zhuang asked Gan San Niang a question.

Gan San Niang shook her head repeatedly and said, "These things are not worth much money, they are just a small token of my appreciation."

"You have helped me so much, Immortal Master. How can I possibly use these things to pay for the rent? Please accept them, Immortal Master."

Hearing her say that, Luo Zhuang stopped arguing and readily accepted the gift, saying with a smile, "Then don't regret it when your stay here is over."

Gan San Niang laughed and said, "Immortal Master, rest assured, my mind is made up, how could I regret it?"

"I'm still waiting for the immortal to give me that drone and that bird cannon (or whatever it is). When I get those, I'll go back and blow up that old lair in Songgou Mountain, then do some looting, and I'll have plenty of money for rent."

Wu Da's eyes widened like saucers as he pleaded, "Immortal Master, where are the unmanned chicken and the bird cannon? May I take a look?"

Gan San Niang said, "Brother, don't be anxious. You can't see the immortal here for now. I'll let you see him in a little while."

Luo Zhuang ignored them and started arranging their accommodations.

He had just glanced at the description of the Wu Da Zen Staff. It was obtained from a temple in the past. It was extremely heavy, hard, and a top-quality weapon, worth 50 system coins, which was not low.

The silver is twenty-five taels, worth 25 system coins, that goes without saying.

The third item was the three boxes of tea. The description said that two of the boxes were legendary ancient-style tea cakes, each worth 20 system coins, and one box was roasted tea, worth 10 system coins, for a total of 50 system coins.

Wu Da only paid for the three boxes of tea; he kept the other two items without paying. He had a bag slung over his back, which was probably filled with silver.

In other words, Wu Da can stay here for fifty days.

Luo Zhuang booked a room for Wu Da and handed the room key directly to Gan San Niang, saying, "The room is booked. Go and arrange for Wu Da to check in to room 307 on the third floor."