This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 76: Selling Culture

"Fellow Daoist, why is everyone looking at us?"

Kunwu felt very uncomfortable.

A group of eccentrics stared at him, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Perhaps they envy us because we have all our limbs intact." Even the Yin-Yang Taoist didn't understand.

"Where are the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting you mentioned?" Xi Yi also felt uneasy, but they still didn't put down their iron shovels and pickaxes, which they cherished very much.

"A private room upstairs, a private room upstairs, Master Dao." The pimp felt he had been a bit presumptuous.

But these days, people who can afford to buy tools are not ordinary people. Who would give up buying body parts to buy tools instead?

They definitely have money.

Just in case, he deliberately paused for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Xi Yi asked when he stopped.

"Master, this... this requires silver!" the pimp said cautiously.

"Don't worry, I have plenty of money." Upon hearing this, Yin Yang generously pulled out a large piece of silver from his pocket, which must have weighed three or four taels.

"It was my rudeness. After all, you know how elegant this is. Wouldn't it be a waste not to spend some money? You three can't afford to lose face like that," the pimp said with a fawning smile.

At the same time, I breathed a sigh of relief; as long as I had money, that was fine.

Even though these three Taoist priests had unusual tastes and strange hobbies, the ladies wouldn't make things too difficult for themselves because of the money involved.

"..."

"A private room? These three Taoist priests are quite wealthy!"

"Who wouldn't say that the girls up there are all highly skilled? I've never been up there myself."

"..."

A Taoist priest going to a brothel, though not as sensational as a Buddhist monk going to a brothel.

But these weirdos have never seen anything like it before.

As the three walked into the private room, a flurry of discussion immediately broke out.

"Such rich Yin and Yang energy. Fellow Daoist, this place is quite extraordinary. Perhaps we have come to the right place."

The rich yin and yang energy was mixed with a complex, chaotic, and inverted energy.

The moment you step onto the second floor, it's as if you've entered another dimension. This second floor isn't like a single floor; it's a hell on every floor.

The air was thick with lewdness. Luckily, the three of them were immune to magic. Any other weirdo who entered this place would at least be drained dry by the "girl," leaving only half of its parts.

Don't even think about leaving this second floor without leaving any parts behind.

Yin and Yang energy is Yin and Yang energy; in the Yin-Yang Taoist's view, all things are unified.

Regardless of whether it is the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth, the yin and yang energy of human relationships, or the yin and yang energy of good and evil.

The Yin and Yang energies are not divided into any schools; it is only those who have not cultivated themselves to a sufficient level who have forcibly created distinctions between these Yin and Yang energies.

For a Yin-Yang Taoist at the source level, there is no difference; they are all Yin-Yang Qi.

Even if it contains some lewd and decadent elements, it doesn't matter, after all, what place in this tomb city isn't twisted and bizarre?

A rich aura of Yin and Yang swept over, and the Yin-Yang Taoist felt he had come to the right place.

To be honest, although he is obedient, it's only lip service.

He was not entirely convinced by the Westerners, especially their supposed tools that embodied the essence of civilization, and even their insistence on buying writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

He felt it was useless; what was the point of having this thing?

Buy whatever is good, that's all. Fellow Daoist Xiyi is strange.

I'm afraid even Fellow Daoist Kunpeng doesn't have so many thoughts. If it were Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, he probably wouldn't care what he buys, he'd just buy it.

As long as it can bring back the primordial world and restore its original state, that's fine.

Fellow Daoist Xiyi... has many things to do.

Fortunately, I managed to hold back all of that.

At this moment, he couldn't help but marvel at Fellow Daoist Xiyi's choice, which led him to such a place rich in Yin and Yang energy.

This place is simply my paradise.

By the way, what's this place called again?

"The brothel? Hmm, why does that sound so familiar?"

The Yin-Yang Taoist seemed to have thought of something.

"Fellow Daoist Kunwu, does the name Yihongyuan sound familiar? I think it was mentioned by... Lai San?" Yin Yang recalled the first bizarre creature that was swallowed by Kunpeng.

"Hmm?" Kunwu thought for a moment, then seemed to remember: "It does look very familiar. Lai San said we could look for Xiao Cui, which seems to refer to Yi Hong Courtyard."

"Isn't Yihong Courtyard a place that sells music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? This Lai San only has one hand left, yet he still cares about this place. I didn't expect him to be such a refined eccentric." Yin Yang said.

"Hmm, it is quite elegant," Kunwu thought. "If Lai San were a real being, he would definitely get along well with Fellow Daoist Xiyi, and they would be kindred spirits."

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Xiyi is indeed a kindred spirit, both of us appreciating elegance," Yin Yang said in agreement.

Xiao Yi's inheritance of their legacy does not involve a multi-dimensional chain store like the brothel Yihongyuan.

After all, who would have thought that a dignified innate deity would go to a brothel?

They wouldn't know anything about things that were too common or vulgar.

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"Three Daoist masters, how many girls would you like?"

They arrived at a private room and sat down.

A teapot carrying three teacups flew over on its own, muttering from its spout: "Good tea is here, good tea is here."

However, none of the three of them drank it. What kind of tea was this?

Blood-red like? No need for "like," it's more like foul-smelling pus and blood.

The primordial beings are all eccentric, except for the Kunpeng.

So it's nothing unusual; I've never seen anything normal in this cemetery city anyway.

The first world they encountered was the post-apocalyptic world. Just like growing up naturally from infancy, they got used to it after seeing it so often, and what they got used to became second nature.

Therefore, the three of them, with their great nerves, were not alarmed by anything strange or unusual here.

Kunpeng cannot compare to this.

Unless Kunpeng's past life memories are also formatted and then re-injected with his innate NPC-like program memories.

"How many young ladies?" Xi Yi was taken aback.

What does this have to do with the girl?

"Understood, understood," the pimp said. "Are you looking for some musicians and singers?"

"Shall we have one first?" Xi Yi thought to herself, trying to save some.

I'll first assess the cultural background of these girls; if they're not suitable, I won't spend any money on them.

Making money is not easy; even Fellow Daoist Kunpeng has moments when he needs money and has to perform for a living.

Money should be spent frugally.

"One?" The pimp was a little confused. "There are three of you? One?"

"What's wrong with one person? Can't we have a proper conversation? The three of us brothers just need to talk." The Yin-Yang Taoist was also unhappy.

He also didn't want to spend money without knowing why.

I made a lot of money in my first business deal, and I need to maintain this success.

Try not to lose money.

"No, no, as long as you three Taoist masters are satisfied." The pimp was startled.

They weren't intimidated by the three men's strength, but by the amount of silver in their hands.

Money makes the world go round!

What an accurate expression!

Since the three had money, the eccentric pimp fawned over them, not daring to get angry.

"Please wait a moment, gentlemen."

He spoke of the pimp's absurdity as he withdrew to summon the girl.

"When the culture seller arrives later, please keep an eye on her for me, fellow Daoists, and see if she's really cultured," Xi Yi instructed worriedly.

"If there's no culture involved, we absolutely won't spend money."

The Taoist priest nodded in agreement: "Money is hard to earn, and trickery is hard to catch; we must use it sparingly."

"However, if they are truly cultured, we can afford to pay a small amount. Fellow Daoists, please don't embarrass our primordial world. I can always go and pick it up again..."

Kunwu said he couldn't lose face either.

However, halfway through his sentence, especially when he mentioned picking up, he remembered an unpleasant incident.

So they shut up.

Upon hearing and seeing this, Xi Yi and Yin Yang also fell silent.

Let's not talk about the sad things that happened to Fellow Daoist Kunwu.

Suddenly, all three fell silent, waiting for the girl selling cultural items to come and inspect the goods.

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