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Chapter 883

They talked until late at night, but still didn't analyze anything.

Wu Ming frowned and was still a little angry.

He has been searching for so many years and has found so much information, but he still has not been able to analyze the other party's identity.

Even the purpose of the other party's action was not analyzed.

He felt that he was really useless.

Ye Wanghai didn't think too much about it. Although he was reckless, he was not stupid.

The other party is in secret and is good at using poison.

Even he, a real person, was inexplicably poisoned. If it were an ordinary person, it would be even more impossible for him to resist it.

"As the New Year's Eve approaches, there are more and more messy things." Wu Ming sighed.

Ye Wanghai asked: "What's the matter?"

Wu Ming said: "Do you know about Lingbao Palace?"

"What's wrong with Lingbao Palace?"

"Zhao Guanqing ran away."

"Zhao Guanqing?" Ye Wanghai hissed: "Little disciple of Chongzhen Palace?"

Xiang Bodang said, "How did he run? I remember he had already destroyed a person. There were so many eyes in Lingbao Palace, so how could he be told to run away?"

Wu Ming said: "Zhao Guanqing has been doing more than ten years, digging a hole in the ground, five kilometers straight, leading to the west mountain."

"Tsk tsk." Ye Wanghai said: "This perseverance is really extraordinary."

Xiang Bodang said inconscientiously: "Why did he run away? If he had known today, why would he have been there?"

Wu Ming said: "Who can know? Fortunately, he is a useless person. Even if he gets involved in the world, he will not cause too much danger."

"Okay, take a break early, don't affect Xuanyang's rest."

"Xuanyang, I'll take you back to your room."

After each returned to his room, Chen Yang fell down to rest.

This day was very tired and didn't have much thought about anything else.

He was not interested in what Wu Ming said about Zhao Guanqing.

As a useless person, I guess the Taoist Association will not give too high rewards.

The next morning, Chen Yang left.

Also returning with Chen Yang were Ye Yan and a young Taoist priest from Sanyuan Palace.

The young Taoist priest never looked down upon him when he first met Chen Yang. The group returned to the Taoist temple before noon.

Mr. Yang also rested in the Taoist temple for a night, and was still waiting for him all day.

Occasionally, if you don’t have acupuncture for one or two days, it’s not a big deal.

But as a patient, you will inevitably feel uneasy psychologically.

Chen Yang first acupuncture for him, and then sat down to have a meal.

During the meal, the young Taoist priest and Ye Yan ate three large bowls of rice.

If the meals they cooked were not enough, they would not be enough to eat as they did.

"It's so delicious, Zhenren Chen, are these dishes you asked me to take back?" asked the young Taoist priest.

"Um."

Chen Yang said: "I'll give you the cost price. I'll take the amount for three days this time. If I can't finish it, it will be broken."

"Thank you, real person." The young Taoist priest asked: "How much is it, I'll transfer it to you."

"A pound of rice is 500, and a pound of vegetables is 800, so don't eat fruits, there is enough food."

"How much?"

The young Taoist priest is a little stupid.

What kind of rice costs five hundred yuan per pound?

Vegetables are also a bit scary.

Chen Yang had guessed his reaction and smiled and said, "You get what you pay for. You have eaten the food. Is it worth the price? You should have a scale in your heart. But you should call and say so, so as not to say I will cheat you."

The young Taoist priest's cheeks turned red.

As Chen Yang said, after eating it, he thought that even if the rice and vegetables were sold twice as much, it would not be expensive.

But the problem is, he thinks it's because he's eaten it.

He went to call and asked for instructions.

Chen Yang took out a note: "The medicine on this is for ten days, and I will take it back to him. Don't forget to ask him to pay, I'll give Xuancheng acupuncture."

Yuelin grabbed him: "Can Zhenren treat Ye's illness?"

"Some treatments are treated, otherwise why would I prescribe medicine for him?"

Chen Yang took Xuancheng away.

Yuelin stood alone, smiling and her mouth wide open.

This is really a surprise.

Chen Yang went to Sanyuan Palace this time, and he was more worried than anyone else.

If it is not cured or if something goes wrong, the reputation of Shangzhen Temple will definitely be affected.

Now that we are doing well, we have not encountered any problems, this is a huge improvement.

If anyone questioned it in the future, just pull out this example and everything can be solved.

Although he didn't know what Ye Wanghai was wrong, he heard from Chen Yang that last time he said that he seemed to be dying.

Even Yuelin felt that it was not an exaggeration to call him a miracle doctor.

"How much?"

The one who answered the phone was the Deacon of Sanyuan Palace, who was the leader of the big kitchen.

When I heard the call from my disciple, I was stunned on the spot.

He has been in charge of the food in Sanyuan Palace for so many years, and he knows more clearly what dishes should be sold at what time and what price they should be sold.

But now, the disciple told him that rice is 500 yuan per pound.

He just wanted to ask, what kind of rice is this?

"You wait, I'll come back to you later."

"Uncle Song, this rice..."

The young Taoist priest was about to explain a few words, but Uncle Song had already hung up the phone.

He didn't give him a chance to explain.

Sanyuan Palace.

A slightly fat Taoist priest with agile figure came to the courtyard.

"Abbot, Senior Brother Ye, I have something to come to you." His voice was so loud that he didn't need to use his inner true energy at close range, and the sound was infinitely close to the lion's roar.

"Xiao Song, what's the matter?"

"Do you want to buy groceries from Shangzhenguan?"

"Yes." Ye Wanghai said: "You know my body, Xuanyang said he had to eat the food from his side."

Uncle Song understood what was going on as soon as he heard this, and said angrily: "Do you know how much rice he has on his side cost?"

"How much?"

"five hundred!"

“So expensive?”

Although Ye Wanghai was not responsible for the procurement, he knew that 500 yuan per catty had long exceeded the normal range.

If it is so expensive, ordinary people can still eat rice.

"That's not counting. Do you know how much vegetables cost? Eight hundred yuan per pound!"

Uncle Song said angrily: "He is making money from our Sanyuan Palace in disguise!"

"You can't say that..."

"What do you mean? The price is paid by someone in person. I will never frame others for no reason, right?"

"This... Maybe their food is really good." Ye Wanghai couldn't continue.

No matter how good the vegetables and rice are, the price is still too perverted.

"Wait, I'll answer the phone."

Ye Wanghai took out his cell phone: "You said..."

"Master Ye, tell Uncle Song that the food from Xuanyang Zhenren is really worth the money, and the five hundred yuan is really the cost price."

The young Taoist priest explained anxiously.

Uncle Song heard what kind of ear skills he had.

He sneered: "It's great value for money? This little brat, if you don't take the initiative, you don't know how expensive it is. Five hundred yuan per pound of rice, tell me that it's great value for money. I forgot to take it away when I lost my mind to Sanyuan Palace?"

"Senior Brother Ye, don't worry about this matter. I'll just tell you. I'll go to Zhenguan now. I want to see how much is worth the money for 500 yuan per pound of rice."

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