Chapter 118: The Grand Gathering of the Three Pure Ones
"Not bad, not bad," Pan Yun was immediately happy when she saw that he also had this intention, "Do you want to sign a contract with them so that the toothbrushes they make can only be sold to your caravan?"

Wang Cong hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "Forget it. My caravan has limited energy and we have other business to do. There is no need to focus on this alone. It will also give them more options. Whoever offers the highest price will buy it. But you have to sell it all to us in the first three months."

Pan Yun didn't think she could be smarter or more experienced than him in doing business, so she decided to listen to him.

When Pan Yun went down the mountain the next day, he told the villagers the good news.

The villagers were not happy at all and rejected her directly, "No, no, we can't afford this, we just help you and earn some money."

"Yes, yes, little Taoist priest, if the bristles are not enough, I will go find some for you. Winter is coming soon and everyone will start selling live pigs. It will be easy to get bristles."

We are all fellow villagers, no one will refuse such a small request. Isn’t it just cutting some pig hair?
The pigs will be sold anyway, so just kill them and cut them up as you like.

Pan Yun: "...If you make it yourself, apart from the cost of mixing the powder, there is basically no other cost, and you can make more money."

Everyone still refused, "No, no, let's just stick with the bristles."

"Little Taoist priest, your Taoist temple doesn't want us to make those toothbrushes anymore, right?"

“Is it because it’s not profitable?”

Pan Jun: "...No, okay, let's just leave it like this for now, it's fine too, thank you for your hard work."

"Not hard, not hard."

Pan Jun looked at them with sympathy and complexity, because they were really working hard.

The kind and hardworking villagers were afraid that they did not have enough pig bristles, so they stopped hiring people and took the initiative to help them cut pig bristles from all the surrounding villages, for free!
The hardworking and kind-hearted villagers were afraid that they didn’t have enough bamboo handles, so when they were busy working in the fields they would cut one or two bamboos and bring them back to make bamboo handles for them, for free!

Apart from the labor fee for a brush, they really don't charge a penny more!

Pan Jun felt sorry for them, "They are so kind, but a little silly."

Wang Feiyin: “…maybe they just don’t want to take the risk.”

"I know, but it's still stupid."

However, Pan Yun and Wang Cong were not the kind of people who would force others. If they didn't want to, then let them do it. As long as someone sent them pig bristles, they would continue to soak and continue to ask the villagers to use their toothbrushes.

If not, stop working and let nature take its course.

In this way, they accumulated more than 500 toothbrushes.

Wang Cong kept one hundred and gave the rest to the caravan, asking them to sell them.

He said he wanted to sell it for ten cents a stick, but actually he couldn't sell it because there were so many stocks, so they didn't sell it themselves, but to grocery stores and some stall owners.

There has to be room for people to make money, so they will set the price between five cents and eight cents depending on the quality of the toothbrush.

He took the remaining 100 toothbrushes to the Sanqing Festival to sell.

The Sanqing Festival is equivalent to a temple fair and is divided into two parts, inner and outer.

The outer field belongs to ordinary people, who come to burn incense, worship in temples, trade, and make friends;
The inner area belongs to Taoist priests, monks and nuns, who come here to exchange Taoism and Buddhism, ritual instruments, martial arts and spells.

Fuqing Temple is not far from Sanqing Mountain. Early in the morning, they carried a lot of things down from the mountain, put them on the mule cart, and then went to Fuqing Temple in a mighty manner.

It was really a huge crowd, because there were so many people along the way, all of them were villagers carrying vegetables, baskets of eggs, and even bundles of chickens and ducks.

When someone saw Tao Ji driving a mule cart, he was immediately called. Soon, the cart was filled with things. Pan Yun and a few others also got off the cart, and some older grandparents took their places.

Even Tao Ji, the driver, got off the cart and led the mule. Wang Feiyin walked beside the cart with a bundle on his back. He disliked the slow speed of the cart, so he started to speed up and slowly left them behind.

Pan Jun glanced at Miao Zhen, and Miao Zhen turned her head to look at her. The two of them reached a consensus instantly. One of them grabbed one of Miao He's arms and rushed forward.

Tao Yanbai, who was left behind, was stunned and hurriedly called out, "Junior Sister——"

He was about to run after him when Wang Cong quickly grabbed him by the collar and said, "Why are you running? There are so many things in the car, you need to keep an eye on them. What if something gets unstable and falls?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a package that was stuck in the seam of the car fell out with a thud.

Wang Cong quickly went forward to pick it up, and the old man sitting on the left side of the car shouted, "Hey, Cong boy, those are my chestnuts, bring them up quickly."

Wang Cong responded, found a gap and forced it back in.

When the old mule laboriously carried them to Fuqing Temple, quite a few people were already standing in the large area in front of the temple and on both sides of the road.

The village chief and a few young men squeezed over and shouted, "Our stalls from Fenshui Village are over there. Everyone who wants to set up a stall should go there."

Tao Ji immediately led the mule cart over. Pan Yun, Miao Zhenmiao and the other three people and the cat had already been lost in the crowd.

It was Pan Yun's first time attending a temple fair, and he felt it was much more lively than the temple fairs in his previous life. "Is the Sanqing Festival always this lively?"

"Yes, it's so lively every year."

Pan Yun was amazed at the people coming and going. Two children holding small windmills ran past her and laughed, "No wonder people didn't choose Sanqing Temple to hold the temple fair. To get to Sanqing Temple, you have to climb the mountain for two hours. Can people still set up stalls?"

Even if it were her, she wouldn't be willing to do it.

Miao Zhen: "You need to be sincere when worshipping the gods, and climbing the mountain is also a test. Apart from the villagers who want to set up stalls to make money, other people are still willing to go to Sanqing Mountain. Besides, the scenery of our Sanqing Mountain is beautiful."

"That's true," Pan Yun nodded, "Not only is the scenery beautiful, but the spiritual energy is also good."

Pan Jun turned his head to avoid the hand that was coming at him, and when he looked up and saw that it was Wang Feiyin, he let down his guard, "Big Brother, aren't you in front of us?"

"Yeah, but when I turned around, you were all gone, so I had no choice but to go back and look for you," Wang Feiyin pushed them out of the crowd, walked to the side, frowned at the three of them, "Do you know that you are still young, there are many beauties at this temple fair, don't run around casually."

Pan Jun: "Can the beggars slap us? Wouldn't it be a waste of our studies?"

Wang Feiyin sneered and said, "Do you think that all the beggars you have met are ordinary people? Since you can practice Taoism and have cultivation skills, is there no beggar in this world who can practice Taoism or has high martial arts skills?"

Pan Yun: "They are so capable and have so many ways to make money, what are they trying to achieve?"

"It makes money quickly, and," Wang Feiyin said meaningfully, "how do you know they are just after money? What if someone just likes to eat children with cultivation? Just like some people like to eat lambs."

Pan Jun shook his body, and Miao Zhen and Miao He beside him also looked terrified.

"Senior Brother Wang is scaring people again." A female Taoist priest stood on the stone wall, looking down at them.

The Fuqing Temple has a two-story structure with three courtyards in front and back, which is similar to the layout of the Sanqing Temple.

It's just that it's more spacious, the color is brighter, vermilion, and it looks newer.

To the east was a hill, and next to it, a stone wall was built along the outside to prevent falling rocks and soil.

The stone wall was built close to the hill, only reaching the height of half the slope, so if you look up to the east, you can see a hillside of bamboo. People on top can land with a light jump, and the highest point of the stone wall is only about three meters. Now where they are standing, the stone wall is only more than one meter high, so people on top can just lift their feet to get down.

Wang Feiyin took two steps back and asked, "Why did Junior Sister Xuanqiong go up there? Did Fuqing Temple ask you to go dig bamboo shoots?"

Xuan Qiong glanced at him, turned around and said, "All the people from the Taoist and Buddhist temples are here, except for your Sanqing Temple. Your Sanqing Temple is nearby, but you arrived later than us. It can be seen that Senior Brother Wang doesn't care much about this Sanqing Festival. Is it because this Sanqing Festival is held in Fuqing Temple?"

Wang Feiyin: "Junior Sister Xuanqiong came early, but next year's Sanqing Grand Meeting still has nothing to do with your Yuling Temple. Who told you that Yuling Temple is out of the Sanqing territory? No matter how hard you try, it will be useless."

Xuan Qiong sneered, "You only rely on your background. What else do you have besides your background?"

Wang Feiyin: "I also have a junior brother who is an official in the Taichang Temple, a junior brother who can bring people back to health with his miraculous hands, and a junior sister who can defeat monsters over 8,000 miles and shake the wind and clouds."

Xuan Qiong's face flushed, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Of course I don't have any. My roots are my master, the Mountain God of Sanqing Mountain, and my power is earned by my fellow apprentices. Didn't you hear that, Junior Sister Xuanqiong? I not only have roots, but I also have power!"

Seeing that the other person's eyes were red and he was choking, Pan Yun reminded her in a considerate voice, "Daoyou, he is taking advantage of his power to bully you."

Xuan Qiong shouted, "You are bullying others by taking advantage of your power!"

"Nonsense, where is the person, where is the person?" Wang Feiyin looked around and asked Pan Yun and the other two, "Did you see anyone?"

Pan Yun took the lead in shaking his head, and Miao Zhen and Miao He hesitated for a moment before also shaking their heads.

Xuan Qiong widened her eyes and looked at Pan Jun in disbelief. She was reminding her the moment before, and the next moment she stood on Wang Feiyin's side and bullied her?
Xuan Qiong frowned, "Yes, you three are also from Sanqing Temple."

Pan Yun nodded repeatedly and smiled brightly at her, "I am Pan Yun, the personal disciple of the mountain god of Sanqing Mountain."

Xuan Qiong said expressionlessly: "Can't you see me now? You said there was no one just now!"

Pan Yun turned around and said to Wang Feiyin, "Big Brother, did you hear any strange noises? It seemed like someone was asking me a question, but it also seemed like no one was."

"No, you must have gone to bed late last night, so you are hallucinating." Wang Feiyin pinched her collar and went to the lobby. "Hurry up, don't keep fellow Taoists waiting for too long. We in Sanqing Mountain are very disciplined. If we say we will start at si hour, we will definitely not arrive at chen hour."

The troublemaker was taken away, and Miao and Miaozhen naturally hurried to follow, leaving Xuan Qiong on the wall very angry.

"You are indeed a disciple of Mount Sanqing. Shameless!"

　Today's lucky number is the number ending in 8, as shown in the screenshot
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