Chapter 68: The Family Master's Method!
"Cleverness is abundant, but greed is insufficient." Xuan Kong observed the expression of Mi Le Zen Master and had already seen through his mind.
He couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, wondering whether he should accept such a disciple or not.
If not accepted, the signboard of Buddhism will be greedy for wealth and lust, ruining the Buddhist atmosphere. If accepted, one would become his master, and a thread of karma would be tied to oneself.
He stopped in his tracks as he followed the crowd surging forward, standing still like a nail, and let out a long sigh.
Forget it, who let oneself plot against others first?
From now on, no matter what consequences there are, I'll just bear them for this monk's disciple.
Xuán Kōng didn't know that he was the protagonist of the great calamity, and naturally had the effect of "words becoming law", and on the road to prosperity of the Zhāo Shān sect in the future, he indeed blocked many killing calamities for Mì Lè Chán Shī.
Mi Le Zhen Shi was smiling and watching his servants collecting gold and silver from the villagers, when suddenly a voice rang in his ear: "Little monk, I see you have no intention of cultivating Buddhism, but rather have affinity with me, Xu Kong. Why not consider joining my sect?"
Mi Le Zhen Shi immediately reacted that it was a high-ranking person who had thrown his own alms bowl, and although he was furious in his heart, he did not dare to offend him with his words.
He saw the foreigner beside Wang Qi in the distance, his lips moving as he spoke to help himself. In his heart, he sneered: "Hmph, even ordinary people who know how to transmit sound over a distance can understand this little trick, could it be that I, Miele Zen Master, am still unable to grasp it?"
He slightly moved his lips and smiled: "My master is Fahai, the abbot of Jinshan Temple. May I ask which high-ranking person you are, that you have come to play with me?"
A shiver ran through his heart, and Xu Kong muttered to himself: "Ah, no wonder this little monk's incantation sounds so familiar to me. It turns out that he is actually a descendant of that arrogant bald donkey from the Legend of the White Snake!"
Xuan Kong's predecessor spent all his time on mutual calculation with people, drinking and feasting, with a sweet mouth and a treacherous heart.
The only time he stole a glance was when he flipped through the half-new and half-old "Liaozhai" in vernacular Chinese, which he had collected as protection money from other kids when he was young. As for the famous TV series and movies of his predecessors, such as "New White Lady Legend" and "Green Snake", poor him, where did he see them?
She vaguely remembered that Bai Suzhen was a snake demon who was going to marry Xu Xian, the son of an apothecary.
Fa Hai is an old bald donkey, so wicked he's dripping with oil, and loves to interfere in other people's business.
If this little monk has that old demon standing behind him, he'll probably have to work harder. Master Mi Le brought out Fa Hai, just to use his master's name to scare off the outsider.
The self-proclaimed Xuan Kong outsider was indeed silent on the spot, and with a hint of satisfaction, his smiling face looked even more kind and amiable.
Only when they had extorted all the valuables from the people of the county did they feel satisfied.
This is indeed a big legged girl who can speak loudly!
Xuan Kong calculated that Fa Hai was a wise and profound cultivator with the cultivation of a human arhat. If he himself took a big step forward in his cultivation, refined the five elements in his chest to return to their origin, and advanced directly to the Taiyi realm, then he would be able to exchange blows with him.
However, he turned his eyes and remembered that when Xiaohuli crossed the tribulation that day, he had forgotten to ask one more question about his ancestor's Tao.
But then, who is Wen Zhong?
That was the Grand Preceptor of Shang Dynasty, Pu Hua Tian Zun, the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens. Even if his cultivation wasn't up to par, he had still stepped into the realm of Mahāyāna. Comparing the two, he felt at ease again. After all, the Lao Mountain Sect was also a legacy left behind by Grand Preceptor Wen in the mortal world.
I am going to make the Tao of Lao Mountain shine brightly. If there's any disaster that can't be withstood, I'll have no choice but to go to Heaven's Court to seek help.
Thinking of this, Xuan Kong smiled: "You and I have a fate."
Mi Le Zen Master hummed in his heart, with a fart edge, he pondered that this outsider and Wang Qi were on the same road. If it wasn't for looking at his own wealth-gathering skills, wanting to insert a foot to share; or else it was because of being infatuated by Wang Qi, specially coming to make things difficult for himself.
He clasped his hands together and said: "World Honored One, Earth Treasury, this monk has already sought Buddha with a single mind. Even if external things are good, they will no longer be on my mind."
"Looks like it, looks like it!" Xuan Kong laughed and left a sentence: "Little monk, I see that your heavenly court is sunken, your complexion is dull, and you are likely to be killed soon. Why don't you worship at the foot of my Cangshan Sect and I'll guarantee your life?"
Mi Le Zhen Shi whispered: "If you don't come and make things difficult for me, what other tribulations would I have?"
Taking advantage of the crowd's inattention, he made a face at Xu Kong and then smiled and restored his hands together. Xu Kong was amused by his own master, who had learned the Lei Shen technique of the Cangshan School, although not very well.
But after all, it was relying on physiognomy that he had been rolling around in Jianghu for most of his life.
Xuán Kōng's mastery of the Tao far surpasses that of Lǎo Dào Cháng, and he also has his own unique insights in the field of physiognomy. He wouldn't deceive Master Mìlè with empty words just for the sake of a single disciple; there was no need to do so.
He indeed saw that Master Mi Le had karma binding him, and his words were like a raging fire.
Just as the other party didn't believe him, Xuan Kong also couldn't help but love to persuade Master Mile to give up Buddhism and return to Taoism. However, he didn't expect his sleeve to be pulled by someone, and when he turned around, it was his younger brother Wang Qi holding a woman who looked 70% like him and crying.
It seems that this woman is older than Wang Qi by a few years and should be Wang Qi's sister.
Xuan Kong rubbed his hands together, thinking to give his younger brother some face. He reached into his sleeve and rummaged around, but his expression turned bitter. In twenty years, he had only managed to obtain a single celestial sword, which he had given to his disciple. He had refined a sunlit cauldron and left it for Xiang Yu and Jiang Xue, the two sisters.
At one time, there were many things in his sleeves, but now he could only take out a few.
Moreover, these few things are also very meaningful to oneself and cannot be casually given to others.
Only Wang Qi and Xuan Kong stayed together for several months, nothing else was learned, but the habit of giving gifts when meeting on the rivers and lakes was learned thoroughly. In the Luoshan Sect, he only learned general wall-penetrating and earth-escape techniques, and the "Yu Jian Yao Jue" in his hand was still passed down by Xuan Kong.
At this moment, he was also looking forward to it, watching the senior brother, hoping that Xuan Kong could take out a basket of immortal treasures from his sleeve. Thinking back to the disciples of the Lengshan Sect, although they all had the idea of learning some spells and going down the mountain to show off.
But Wang Qi was still willing to work hard, after all, he was also recognized by himself as the formal disciple of the future Cliff Mountain Sect, and couldn't be taught too embarrassingly.
Xuán Kōng sū zhe liǎn dàn, zài xiù lǐ tāo nòng.
Translation: Xuán Kōng frowns, rummaging in his sleeves.
Wang Qi led his sister to speak beside him, Wang Qi was originally handsome, and although his sister was older, she still had a charming demeanor. A pair of beautiful eyes kept scanning over Xuan Kong, who was lowering his head to search for something on his body.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that she has a crush on Xu Kong, but rather she thought: "This person is actually Xiao Qi's senior brother? He looks so wooden and dull, yet somehow endearing." Luckily, her inner thoughts didn't reach Wang Qi's ears, otherwise he would have spat out three liters of blood: "My senior brother is wooden? Dull? These two words don't match him at all!"