Chapter Twelve: Failing to Recognize a Superior Person

  Country people buy things, first they must be durable and practical, second they must be cheap. Wen Fei finished his performance and started shouting loudly: "How is it? How's this bucket of mine? One hundred coins for one, fifty for a basin, come and get them while you can!"

  The crowd was stirred up, and soon someone took out money to buy. The crowd followed the trend, seeing someone buying, others started scrambling, just in a short hour, they bought everything Wen Fei had prepared clean.

  Wen Fei was happily counting his money when he saw Ge Er Lang standing to the side with a scowl on his face: "You fake Daoist, you're really going too far! You dare to come to my doorstep and sell your buckets."

  "Hmph, what's wrong with this place? Can't even set up a stall? I was thinking of bringing more barrels and taking over your family business. Too bad... tsk tsk..."

  The sun had just risen, and the crowds of people rushing to the fair had only just arrived. In fact, even Wen Fei himself couldn't have imagined that his business would be so popular, and he was overjoyed.

  Ge Erlang gritted his teeth, clenched his fists with a cracking sound, and took a step forward as if he wanted to pounce on someone. Wen Fei saw Ge Erlang's posture and suddenly felt a little flustered in his heart, unconsciously taking a step back, but still speaking toughly: "What's wrong, want to hit me? I'll tell you..."

  "Chang Geng is back..." A cold shout came from behind Ge Er Lang, his master dragged a pair of shoes and said in a cold voice: "Good-for-nothing, how did I teach you?"

  Kato Taro immediately wilted and said: "Yes, Master!"

  Honestly retreated back.

  What a great joy, it's as if I'm sticking my head up and letting out a breath of relief. You old deadbeat, didn't you drink my wine last time and then kick me out? And to think that you even mixed iron coins with copper coins to cheat me!

  Last time drinking with Zhang Yu, when the two were chatting, Wen Fei only knew that the iron money in the Northern Song Dynasty was also real money, but its value was not high, and ten iron coins could be exchanged for one copper coin. In his heart, he scolded the master and apprentice for a while. Wen Fei's temper is strange, to put it bluntly, he is a bit petty and narrow-minded, and whoever offends him must think of a way to retaliate before he can let go. This time, with the intention of retaliating at a loss, he really got a batch of plastic buckets and basins, just to ruin the master and apprentice's business.

  However, ruining the master-apprentice relationship was not Wen Fei's ultimate goal. Wen Fei had also run errands for a few days and naturally knew that when you can't conquer a fortress head-on, you have to break it from the side. Although he didn't know why Ge Er Lang's master had an extremely bad impression of him, he thought that with conventional methods, he wouldn't be able to learn Tao Fa. So, he could only use unconventional methods!

  Wen Fei pondered, first ruining the business of this master-apprentice duo. Then he would teach them his own business to be their agent, in this way, psychologically speaking, not only would they not hate him, but they would even be grateful to him!

  At this time, Wen Fei was feeling proud of himself, but he saw that the master had swept his eyes over him, with a divine light like electricity, and his heart was shocked. His body involuntarily retreated several steps, and his heart was frightened: "How can this old man's eyes be so fierce? Could it be that he is a powerful thief hiding here? Have I offended him this time, will he find an opportunity to kill me to vent his hatred?"

  Just as he was thinking this, suddenly a commotion appeared in the crowd, and several people carried a man who was vomiting and had diarrhea to the front of that master, and immediately said with joy: "Master Chen, it's really great that you're here. This person has eaten something bad..."

  "Ah, how come you're eating those stinky buns again!"

  A slightly older student who was carrying a person on his back said awkwardly, "My family is poor, so whenever we go out, we always bring our own dry rations from home... it's also to save some money..."

  The master said, "Less nonsense, hurry up. Changgeng, quickly prepare the tools!" Ge Erlang responded with a sound, and hastily took out several yellow talismans and a large water bowl with a broken edge from inside the house.

  Wen Fei was also gathering around, anyway his things had been sold out long ago. Originally thought that this master was a folk barefoot doctor, in the rural countryside where there were few doctors and medicines, such barefoot doctors were quite common, some of whom had one or two absolute skills.

  He originally thought that this master was also such a person, who knew he suddenly took out a stack of talismans and shouted: "Hey, you scoundrel. This man has been poisoned by food, why don't you hurry up and send him to the doctor..." He said halfway through, then felt that he was talking nonsense again, could there be hospitals in the Northern Song Dynasty? Especially in this poor and remote place.

  No one paid attention to Wen Fei's shouting, making him feel a bit better. Not too embarrassed on his face, but the next scene made Wen Fei almost pop out his eyeballs. However, he saw that the master was muttering to himself, waving the paper charm in the wind, and it actually caught fire!

  "My god, won't believe it? It turns out this master is actually a high-ranking person!"

  But it turned out that the master was not using the talisman water to make people drink, but rather mixing the talisman water with a bit of dirt from the ground, and kneading it into a mud ball in his hand. After feeding it to the patient, before long, the patient suddenly let out a long groan, opened his mouth and spat out a pile of sticky gastric juice.

  He suddenly woke up like this, and everyone was shocked. They all exclaimed: "Master Chen is amazing! No matter how serious the illness is, as long as one pellet of mud goes down, it's guaranteed to be cured. The name of this Mud Pellet is not called in vain!"

  What? Chen Niwan? Wen Fei at this moment even had the heart to hang himself, he suddenly remembered who these two masters and disciples were. It was the ancestor of Dongmen Nan Zong, who was also Ge Er Lang, who later changed his name and surname, and it was also a big deal!

  Pitifully, I've always admired the Tao, yet when a true master appears before my eyes, I fail to recognize them. Instead, I end up offending those of higher stature, and now my heart is filled with regret. The smug thoughts that were in my mind just moments ago have vanished into thin air. To harbor such petty thoughts in front of the Fourth and Fifth Patriarchs of the Golden Elixir Southern Sect is truly asking for death...

  Wen Fei rushed forward, his face flushed, and grasped Chen Niwan's arm, saying: "Master Chen, you truly have a heroic heart and a Bodhisattva's compassion! Come on, come on, you must be tired. Let me give you a back massage to relax your muscles!" Wen Fei shamelessly pulled out the tricks he used to curry favor with his school counselor back in the day, fawning all over Chen Niwan.

  However, the Chen Mudan in front of him didn't buy into this at all. He responded indifferently to Wen Fei: "My body is still quite robust, I don't need your excessive courtesy. Remember, offering excessive courtesy when there's no need is either deceitful or thieving."

  "Can't you put it more tactfully? With so many people around, can't you give me some face? Wen Fei thought to himself, but his mouth was still as smooth as oil: "I'm a man who doesn't recognize Mount Tai when I see it, and I didn't even realize you were such an important person. It's really embarrassing!"

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