However, this monk, with an embarrassed look on his face, took out a ginseng from his Qiankun bag the next moment.
"Sir, this is old mountain ginseng, pure wild and aged. You can tell it's a good thing by looking at the texture, the stripes and the ginseng flavor. If you don't want to lend it, it's okay. I'll sell it to you! If you go out to buy such a good thing, you can't buy it even with 10,000 silver coins. Sir, we are destined to be together, so I'll sell it to you for 5,000!"
Feng Jiu glanced at the ginseng and said with a half-smile: "No, I don't need it. If you have it, you can sell it and make money. How can you be short of money?"
"Isn't it because you are generous and don't need the money? Besides, I don't want to cause too much trouble." He said with a smile on his face.
"Is that so?" She touched her chin and asked, "This one is too few. Do you have any more? Or, others?"
Upon hearing this, the monk's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes, I still have a lot. Why don't we find a place to sit down and talk?"
"Sitting down and chatting takes too much time. How about this! There are not many people in the alley ahead. Let's go there and chat?" She looked at an alley ahead and gestured.
"Okay, okay, sir, please, please." He quickly made a gesture of invitation and walked towards the alley with him.
Feng Jiu walked towards the alley, followed by Leng Shuang and Leng Hua. The two siblings had no idea what she was up to. They looked at each other and followed quietly.
When they got to the alley, the man took out more than 20 precious medicinal herbs from his Qiankun bag, including several old mountain ginsengs. He placed them on the ground and looked at Fengjiu: "Young Master, take a look. Just tell me which one you like. I will give you the cheapest price."
"Even this?"
Feng Jiu squatted on the ground, picked up one of the herbs and smiled, then put it down and picked up another one to look at. Finally, after looking at every herb, she asked with a smile: "How much hush money do you plan to give?"
The monk was stunned for a moment when he heard this and asked, "W-what?"
"Selling fake medicine is a serious crime. You are so brave!" She glanced at the monk and said, "Tell me! How much hush money do you want? If there is no benefit, hehe..."
Hearing this, the male cultivator was startled, knowing that he had met an expert. He immediately gathered up the four corners of the cloth spread on the ground, rolled up the things and wanted to leave: "What fake medicine? If you don't want to buy it, forget it. There is no need to slander me like this."
However, when he collected his things and prepared to run, he was blocked by the man and woman. He couldn't help but turn around and stare at the young man in red: "What do you want to do?"
"Hush money." She said with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile.
"I have no money."
"Do I look like someone who is short of money?" She glanced at him with disdain.
"Then what hush money do you want?" he asked with a frown.
"You made this fake medicine look really real. How did you make it? Teach me."
As soon as she said this, the male cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief, and he glared at her angrily: "You, don't even think about it!"
Hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and said, "So, you want me to report you for counterfeiting and selling fake products? Then, the punishment will not only be from the royal family, but even the Pharmacy Guild will probably not let you off easily."