This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 64: The Poor Monster and the Rich Monster

"You want me to perform for money while these monsters poke holes in me?"

Kunpeng thought he had misheard and asked a question.

"That's right, fellow Daoist's abilities are very suitable for performing arts."

The Yin-Yang Taoist stated definitively.

"Not only can you perform, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you can also eliminate any energy. What seems like making holes in you is actually making you stronger." Kunwu thought this made sense.

Furthermore, they offered further insights.

After hearing what the two said, Xi Yi Dao Ren felt that Fellow Daoist Kun Peng was a born performer.

"You..." Kunpeng hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

I was very angry and frustrated, but you know what, you really have to admit, what they said... made sense.

"This is inappropriate."

Kunpeng felt he was being persuaded by them.

But I can't get over that mental hurdle. I'm still a normal person after all, not crazy to that extent.

"Why is it inappropriate? This is the only way for us to quickly turn the tide without alarming the Great Terror. What's wrong with it?" said the Yin-Yang Taoist.

He genuinely believed this method was excellent; he wasn't plotting against Kunpeng.

They are genuinely trying to find a solution.

If it weren't for this mindset, Kunpeng would have punched him. What a terrible idea.

The great terror spoken of by the Yin-Yang Taoist refers to a coffin suspended high in the sky, resembling the sun in a tomb city.

These are pre-planned code names to avoid any accidents caused by calling out random names.

"What insightful opinion do you have, fellow Daoist?" Xi Yi misunderstood.

I thought Kunpeng had a better way, after all, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng always manages to surprise people.

"This one?" Kunpeng's head spun rapidly.

He actually came up with an idea: "Street performance isn't out of the question, but I'm afraid it'll get out of hand and difficult to handle. Why don't you, Fellow Daoist Xiyi, steal some money?"

"Steal money?" Xi Yi was taken aback. He immediately shook his head violently: "No, no, how could I, a humble Taoist priest, do such a despicable thing?"

"Hmm, using Fellow Daoist Xiyi's forgotten ability to steal money isn't out of the question."

The Yin-Yang Taoist seriously considered Kunpeng's method.

Although the people of the Xi Yi culture felt it was shameful and didn't want to do it, the Yin-Yang Taoist did consider it.

"Or perhaps you, Fellow Daoist Yin Yang, are going to turn Yin and Yang upside down and deceive people. Look..." Kunpeng pointed to the various grotesque things in the tomb city and said, "They say it's an exchange of money, but it's all just broken bones, eyeballs, tongues and the like. What kind of money is that? Fellow Daoist Yin Yang, just find something to use as money."

The cemetery is not a city of living beings; it is bizarre and distorted everywhere.

But these freaks all try their best to see themselves as human beings and imitate the routines of human life.

They're both deceiving each other, but neither of them exposes the deception.

They considered this to be money and gold, so it was gold and silver.

Gold and silver can be as cheap as a finger torn off yourself.

It could be an eyeball you gouged out yourself, a tongue you bit off yourself, or a piece of your own skin.

In short, self-production and self-sales sustain monetary transactions.

You can see the bizarre kind of poverty, where they've practically stripped themselves of all their body parts.

The wealthier they are, the more they resemble a complete "person".

Here, a cruel rule continues—the richer you are, the more you remain a complete person, except that the parts come from the poor, while the truly poor can only squeeze their own flesh and blood.

Bloody and naked.

For example, the sedan chair we just saw had passengers inside who were no longer able to call out; they were just bloody ribs, with only the rib bones and intestines remaining.

This may be the price he pays for wanting to be a "master" and to be carried around in a sedan chair.

That being the case.

Without money or silver in the strict sense, a Taoist priest might be able to use his abilities to impersonate money.

"Hmm, that makes sense, we can consider it."

Upon hearing this, the Yin-Yang Taoist felt it was worth considering.

"Fellow Daoist Kunwu can also go and pick up the items."

Kunpeng has provided a path for everyone.

We should try our best to prevent them from having the idea of ​​making themselves perform for money.

"Why should I pick things up?" Kunwu was taken aback.

"Look, there are limbs and remains constantly being regurgitated on the ground. Others can't get them, but you can," Kunpeng said.

Upon hearing this, Kunwu understood.

You really can collect scraps.

He can stabilize the ground beneath his feet, allowing it to temporarily return to reality. Whenever any remains or debris are brought to the surface, he goes to pick them up.

It seems feasible.

Others don't have this ability; in the ruminant area, let alone picking up anything, they might be swallowed up by the writhing ground if they're not careful.

Only I have this ability.

I've heard from fellow Daoist Kunpeng that there's a kind of supernatural power called—turning the earth into steel.

There's also a supernatural power called—drawing a circle on the ground as a prison.

You can develop these skills yourself.

After all, this is the first word spoken in the primordial world, and if Fellow Daoist Kunpeng says it, it means it can definitely be fulfilled.

"As long as we don't give up, there are always more solutions than problems. Fellow Daoists, please consider this."

Kunpeng breathed a sigh of relief. "Stop talking about performing for money. I'm not crazy yet."

"Both are good," said the Yin-Yang Taoist. "However, I still feel that you, my fellow Daoist, are the best at performing. Firstly, you are experienced and can handle any unexpected situation with ease, while our crisis management skills are not as good as yours. Secondly, you can use this opportunity to experience the strange power of this place and make a prediction."

"Yes, that's right!" Xi Yi nodded.

"It still has to be Fellow Daoist Kunpeng." Kunwu.

Kunpeng was speechless. Was he really going to make a living by performing for others?

Even if what you say makes sense, you can't force people to do things against their will.

He mustered his strength and gritted his teeth.

Since that's the case, I'll just go and perform for money.

It's all for the development of the prehistoric world, it's all for Xiao Yi, we're going all out.

Putting everything else aside, just look at the clothes you're wearing. They're shiny and bright, making you look dashing. Isn't that proof of your great achievements?

done.

"Okay, I'll do it then."

Kunpeng went all out.

In fact, the Yin-Yang Taoist's words, "Fellow Daoist, you can also take this opportunity to test the strange abilities of this place," intrigued him.

Allowing these grotesque things to poke holes in oneself can indeed test the depth of their grotesqueness.

This is what attracts him the most.

Once we determine the city's bizarre strength and capabilities, we can deal with it with ease.

Of course, the fact that being stabbed makes one stronger is ignored. There's no need to be so vulgar about where one can't become stronger.

"Fellow Daoist, your merits are immeasurable." Xi Yi began recording again.

It's not hard to imagine that upon returning, another magnificent article will be written. Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, in order to gain an advantage in the Tomb City and for the future of the Primordial World, is willing to risk his flesh and blood to test the strange abilities.

Just like Kunpeng's unparalleled benevolence, righteousness, wisdom, and courage in saving Yangmei.

It has been spread by Xi Yi and is known to everyone, igniting the flame of integrity that should exist in the primordial world.

The primordial people and the primordial soul remain primordial people even in decay.

This represents a kind of perseverance and indomitable spirit, a heroic ambition of being a primordial being.

.........

"My name is Xu Kun Dao Ren, Fellow Daoist Xi Yi is called Xu Xi Dao Ren, Fellow Daoist Yin Yang is called Xu Yang Dao Ren, Fellow Daoist Kun Wu is called Xu Wu Dao Ren... When we set up our stall later, please address us as the four of us, fellow disciples, who have come to your city to perform for a living and earn some money for our journey..."

Prioritizing stability, Kunpeng disguised itself somewhat.

"Yes!" The three nodded in unison.

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