Chapter 6: Chapter 5: Glass Cup Exchanged for 300 Taels of Silver!

Translator: 549690339

Legend has it that Five Elements Mountain, where Monkey King was imprisoned, is guarded by Five Guardian Buddhas of Buddhism.

Could those four monks be the Five Guardian Buddhas? But why are there only four, where is the fifth one?

“I am not sure which version of the Journey to the West World it is, is it the novel, the television dramatization, or the game?”

Xuanqing rested his chin in his hand, thinking deeply.

Even though he was already aware that it was the Journey to the West World, he remained unflustered.

With Infinite Resurrection, he wasn’t afraid of death, he just had to be careful not to be sealed away.

Now, he was wondering if the mana cultivated in Journey to the West World could manifest itself in the real world; did this mean divine magic in Journey to the West could also be used in reality?

Also.

There were many things he still did not understand.

For instance, what was the time ratio between the Journey to the West World on his phone and the real world?

If all of his mana was depleted in the actual world, how could he replenish it?

There were many more such questions.

“First, let’s figure out the time dilation ratio between the two worlds,” Xuanqing composed himself.

He looked at the grey screen on his phone and made a note of the current time.

After being killed twice by monks, he couldn’t keep reviving in the same location.

Hence.

Xuanqing looked at the resurrection option that didn’t require Ingots.

“Return to the city and resurrect!”

…..

Journey to the West World.

The closest border town from Two Realms Mountain.

Black Wind Town, suburban.

A young Taoist priest dressed in Taoist robe, with a gait appeared out of thin air, this was Xuanqing who had chosen to return to the city and resurrect.

It is worth mentioning that.

His Lu card also returned to him instantly after his resurrection.

Xuanqing took in his surroundings.

At this moment.

He found himself on a deserted path, not far from a few low houses with smoke billowing upward.

“It seems that I have arrived at a human settlement!”

In Journey to the West World, those who built homes were usually humans; demons usually lived on mountains and didn’t construct houses.

He walked towards the source of the smoke.

Upon arrival.

Xuanqing discovered that this was a fairly large town.

Grey bricks were laid on the streets he passed by, everything a sparrow has although small, even if it’s just a town, it has every kind of shop you could think of.

Importantly.

He could understand the languages of these people, there was no embarrassing language barrier.

As he walked down the street, he casually stopped an affable-looking old man.

“Immeasurable Longevity and Fortune, may I ask, old gentleman, where might this be?” Xuanqing cupped his hands in salutation and asked the old man.

The old man examined Xuanqing from top to bottom, reciprocated his salutation, then began to answer, “Young priest, this is the Black Wind Town, located at the intersection of Wusi Tibetan and the Tang Dynasty!”

“Black Wind Town, what a strange name?” Xuanqing mumbled, puzzled.

Black Wind, was not a good phrase in this era as it suggested disaster and trouble.

“The priest may not know, this place was originally called Bright Town, but later it was renamed Black Wind Town.” The old man stared into the distance, a nostalgic look on his face.

“I don’t know when it started, but gusts of black wind would frequently blow through this town.”

“It’s odd, to say the least, despite the black wind appearing frightening, it has never caused harm to us townsfolk, so over time people stopped paying it any mind, but the name of the town did change to Black Wind Town.”

After listening to the old man’s words.

Xuanqing suddenly realized.

“Thank you, old gentleman, for resolving my doubts!”

After thanking the old man, he continued to stroll around the small town.

Of course.

He wasn’t aimlessly wandering, he was looking for the ‘sundial’ in the town.

The so-called sundial, similar in appearance to a grindstone, was an ancient tool for timekeeping.

Typically.

Bigger towns would have one sundial.

As expected.

When he reached the corner of a crossroad, he saw a sundial there.

Xuanqing sat on a step by the roadside, appearing relaxed while actually planning to alternate between entering and exiting the game to measure the time dilation.

“Exit the game!”

…

Two hours later.

After entering and exiting the game, Xuanqing had figured out the time ratio between the two worlds.

The ratio is one to ten.

One minute on Earth equates to ten minutes in the Journey to the West World.

Not only that.

He found that after returning to reality, if he just held something in his hand and thought about putting it back in the backpack, it would vanish into thin air.

Once he entered the game again, anything that disappeared in reality would appear in the game backpack.

The game backpack was a grid of 9×9 squares.

In other words.

Anything he could physically carry could be stored in his game backpack.

“I’m lucky it’s a mythical world, if it was a normal ancient time, just with this ability, I could rule the world!”

Xuanqing thought to himself, eyebrow raised.

Just imagine.

In an ordinary ancient era, if you were standing with a Gatling gun in hand, wouldn’t you instantly transform into the ‘Gatling Bodhisattva’?

Of course, in the Journey to the West World, it wouldn’t matter.

Even if you brought a nuclear warhead and launch platform, it wouldn’t have any significance – more likely, it would incur an immediate slap-down from a higher power.

“I need to get some of this world’s currency first.”

Xuanqing mumbled quietly to himself.

No matter where you go, money is always a necessity.

Moreover.

With the system backpack that can effortlessly hold modern items, wouldn’t getting some money be as easy as turning over his hand?

…

First, he exited the game, returning to reality.

He randomly found a glass cup for drinking water, then thought about putting it in the backpack.

Immediately after!

“Enter the game!”

Black Wind Town.

A hidden corner.

After Xuanqing entered the game, he took the glass cup out from the system backpack. Subsequently, he went straight towards the town’s only pawnshop.

Surprisingly, the pawnshop’s name was rather good.

Bright Pawnshop!

“Welcome, dear customer…oh, a Daoist priest. What item do you wish to pawn?” The middle-aged boss wearing a silk robe enthusiastically greeted from within the shop.

Xuanqing nodded slightly, then took a glass cup from his pocket.

“Could you, shopkeeper please, kindly give this item an appraisal? How much is it worth?”

Suddenly!

The boss’s eyes went wide.

“The cup is crystal clear, flawless, with no trace of impurity inside, its craftsmanship is top-notch, good… good item, what a treasure~”

However.

Upon second thought, the pawnshop owner appeared troubled.

He’s just a pawnshop owner of a small town, this level of treasure is not something he can afford.

“Esteemed Daoist, I’m afraid that such a treasure…”

The pawnshop owner swallowed hard, his face filled with regret, but his eyes couldn’t bear to leave the excellent colored-glaze cup.

Xuanqing slightly smiled; he knew what the boss was thinking. Then, he explained, “I just need to borrow a little money, and I will pay the interest!”

“Oh?” The pawnshop owner’s eyes lit up.

Yet, he still had some worries. What if this treasure was stolen by the Daoist priest in front of him and he ended up in trouble?

After a struggle in his mind.

In the end.

The pawnshop owner decided to lend the money. The appeal of the colored-glaze cup was too strong. If it did bring any trouble, he could always return the cup.

A merchant…never lacks a gambling nature.

“Our pawnshop charges two percent per month. May I ask, Daoist, how much do you want to borrow?”

“As much as you can lend!”

The pawnshop owner turned and went back to the inner room. After a round of rummaging, he came out with a cloth bag.

Clang~ Clang~

The cloth bag was placed on the table, and the objects inside made crisp sounds upon contact.

The pawnshop owner carefully opened the bag, revealing the silver pieces inside.

“Here are three hundred taels of silver, which can be loaned for up to one year. This is the receipt, please take a look!” The pawnshop owner wore a smile on his face.

Xuanqing casually glanced at the loan agreement.

It said: a monthly interest of two percent, and after a year, both the principal and interest should be returned. If payment isn’t made for a month past the due date, the collateral becomes the pawnshop owner’s.

Everyone knows a cheater’s heart, so it’s obvious what the pawn shop owner is planning by lending this much silver.

But for Xuanqing, it was just a regular drinking glass.

“Alright, I’ll put this item as collateral in your care!”

“Hehehe~ Alright, take care on your way, Daoist!”