Then... a tender sprout really emerged, and before long it grew into a lush, leafy tree. In the blink of an eye, it blossomed and bore fruit, its branches laden with large, fragrant pears.
This scene stunned many of the people around them, including Wu Yi and Wang Zheyi. They had encountered a real daoist priest!
The daoist priest then picked the pears from the tree and handed them out to the onlookers. Even Wu Yi and Wang Zheyi tasted some, and they really were delicious.
Afterward, the two hurriedly begged the daoist priest to accept them as disciples, but he said he could not teach them. However, he could tell them where to find true immortals, and they could try becoming disciples there.
But he required fifteen taels of silver before he would tell them where the destination was.
Wu Yi happened to have only five taels of silver on her, while Wang Zheyi had exactly ten. Not a tael more or less, they handed all fifteen taels over to the daoist priest.
"Thinking about it carefully now, what that daoist priest used was not Daoist magic and immortal arts at all. It was clearly nothing but a trick, a sleight of hand! The pears he gave everyone were obviously that countryman's pears."
As Wang Zheyi recalled what had happened, he could not help feeling angry.
Though they did not know how he had done it, those pears had indeed been moved from the pear seller's cart onto the tree. Even that pear tree had been transformed from the pear seller's wooden cart.
"What's the point of saying that now?"
"Then what should we do? Go back?"
Wang Zheyi felt around in his pocket. He did not have a single coin left.
"Anyway, let's go down the mountain