Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 312: Comprehensively Renovate Lanruo Temple and Invite the Grandmaster
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

The Black Mountain Old Demon began to doubt his life. He had been waiting for the arrival of the stinky scholar in the City of the Dead every day, but after waiting for so long, he didn't even see a single hair.

The Black Mountain Old Demon, who realized it later, finally had to admit that he had been fooled by the stinky scholar.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The Black Mountain Demon suddenly became furious and almost got his mouth twisted with anger.

Bullying the honest people, huh?
Just wait, tonight I, the Black Mountain Demon, will definitely let you know what cruelty is.

"Aqiu!"

An Yan sneezed violently, rubbed his nose, looked at the bustling Lanruo Temple construction site, and nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Chixia next to him looked at An Yan strangely. Logically speaking, for someone at An Yan's level, catching a cold or sneezing should be rare.

"Master, you didn't do something shameful again and people are scolding you behind your back, did you?"

"In the past month, apart from visiting the homes of all the powerful people in Guobei County, I haven't done anything shameful, have I?"

An Yan stroked his chin, puzzled.

Yan Chixia's eyelids twitched. What a good opportunity! It turned out that the culprit was right next to him.

During this period, there were frequent thefts in Guobei County, and the victims were some landlords and powerful people with bad reputations, including the prefect.

This blatant targeting made the common people applaud and the landlords and powerful people grit their teeth.

Therefore, these forces whose property was stolen jointly issued a wanted order, offering a reward of a thousand gold coins to anyone who could catch the thief.

As soon as this order was issued, all the gangsters in Guobei County were moved.

In the past, when we met, we would ask if the store was open today.
Now when people meet, they always ask whether the person has been caught, for fear that someone else will get there first.

A thousand gold!
Yan Chixia was a little jealous and looked at his own leader. He was the one who called out this name spontaneously. No matter how Ren Anyan tried to persuade him, it was useless, so he had no choice but to let him do it.

"Master, how about I report you and use the reward as the sect's funds?"

After these days, he finally understood what it meant to be unable to move forward without money.

Establishing a sect requires a lot of manpower and material resources, all of which cost money.

"You sold out the leader for just one thousand gold? Am I so worthless?" An Yan rolled his eyes, and then said narcissistically: "Besides, how do you think I look like a traitor?"

"Why don't we switch roles? That will be more convincing."

"Well, forget it. My sect leader should get at least 100,000 gold." When Yan Chixia heard the roles were reversed, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"Xiaoyan, I find that you have changed. You used to be so righteous and upright, but now you have learned to be cunning."

"This is not good, it needs to be changed."

"I wonder if the master has ever heard the saying, 'A red flower grows redder when it is near a red flower, a black flower grows blacker when it is near a black flower.'"

An Yan's face twitched when he looked at Yan Chixia, who spoke in a very literary way. Oh no, he had learned the essence of the lesson.

"Alas, if I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have let Xiaoqing and Xiaoqian stay. Now they have led you astray."

Seeing An Yan, who was naturally heartbroken and trying to pass on the blame, Yan Chixia couldn't help but complain, "Master, I just want to ask, can you have some shame?"

An Yan hesitated for a moment and replied, "Well, then just a little bit?"

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Yan Chixia turned around and left without saying a word. He was afraid that his three views would be distorted if he stayed any longer.

In a sense, our own leader is more frightening than the Black Mountain Demon.

"Tsk, you haven't cultivated enough."

Seeing Yan Chixia leave without saying a word, An Yan shook his head.

After a month, Lanruo Temple has changed beyond recognition.

The dilapidated Buddhist temples of the past have been demolished, and new buildings are being built. It is estimated that they will be completed in another half a month.

These workers were all craftsmen from Guobei County. In order to speed up the progress, An Yan invited most of the young and middle-aged people back to work for him.

The craftsmen who were used to living in poverty were extremely grateful to An Yan when they saw that they not only received generous wages for working on the construction site, but also had three meals a day provided, with big white steamed buns and fatty pork for every meal.

After knowing that An Yan was the leader of the Maoshan Sect, they began to worship An Yan as a god, and unknowingly gained a wave of believers.

An Yan is very happy to use other people's money to cultivate his own believers.

After inspecting the construction site and learning about the progress of the project, An Yan walked towards the back mountain of Lanruo Temple.

There is a lake in the back mountain, and next to the lake there is a flower building, which is where Xiaoqing and Nie Xiaoqian live.

In fact, he said the opposite just now. It was not that he kept Xiaoqing and Nie Xiaoqian out of weakness, but that the two of them took in An Yan and Yan Chixia who were homeless due to the transformation of Lanruo Temple.

In fact, at the beginning he was rejecting it with his whole body and soul, including every cell in his body. After all, it was not a big deal for a grown man like him to live in the home of two single female ghosts.

If this gets out, won't his reputation be damaged?

But the two female ghosts kept pestering him, saying that they could not repay him and would not be reincarnated unless they did.

How does this work?
As an enthusiastic citizen of Youdu, An Yan naturally could not watch the two female ghosts give up on themselves and degenerate because of him, so he had no choice but to move in and risk damaging his reputation.

I guess even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would praise his fearless spirit of selflessness.

This kid is similar to me (shameless).

Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, Yan Chixia refused to move in and would rather travel back and forth between Lanruo Temple and Guobei County every day.

"Master, you are back. We sisters have prepared the food and you can eat anytime."

As soon as I returned to the brothel, Xiaoqing came out to greet me with a smile on her face, looking just like a maid.

"Then let's eat together, and call Xiaoqian along as well."

During this period of time, An Yan also experienced what it means to be a rich landlord with everything provided for him.

There is an automatic wake-up service in the morning, two people serve you at mealtimes, and even at night when you take a shower... Alas, what a decadent life.

If it weren't for An Yan's strong will, he might have been corrupted.

After finishing lunch with the service of the two sisters, An Yan left the brothel and came to the dense forest surrounding Lanruo Temple.

Thinking that he had been obsessed with cultivation recently and hadn't looked at the proficiency panel for a long time, he opened it and took a look.

[Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Zhengfa, perfect, proficiency: 367100/500000. 】

[Peach Blossom Sword Technique, Minor Accomplishment, Proficiency: 105860/300000. ]

[The incense burns to forge the Dharma body, and it is perfect. Proficiency: 58960/200000. ]

His proficiency in the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhengfa was still at the level of perfection, but with the help of various elixirs and dragon blood to assist in his practice, his proficiency was increasing rapidly, reaching nearly 400,000.

Both the Peach Blossom Sword Technique and the Incense Law had a small breakthrough, breaking through a small realm.

These are the capital that made him confident that he could fight against the Black Mountain Demon, but Feng Mu’s previous words made him more cautious.

I want to see if I can find out what kind of magical power or secret technique the Black Mountain Old Demon's strange wind has, and whether there is any way to restrain it.

Unfortunately, there were various versions of the legend of the Black Mountain Old Demon circulating in the martial arts world, but none of them had any information about the strange wind. Feng Mu went back to the underworld to investigate, but there was not much useful information.

After thinking about it, An Yan felt that it had been a long time since he had paid his respects to his ancestor in person, which was not good.

Therefore, he decided to invite the ancestor to come down and show him some respect.

Afterwards, An Yan took out a large square table from his storage ring, filled it with delicious food and wine, and then took out two chairs. Looking at the table full of food, An Yan nodded with satisfaction, and then cast a spell to summon the gods.

When you are in doubt, look for the master.

It smells really good when you lean against a big tree.

hum!
An invisible force descended from the darkness, and did not attach itself to An Yan, but instead transformed into a clone and landed on the main seat.

It was none other than Lord Mao, Mao Ying.

Mao Ying was first attracted by the food and wine on the table, and then was shocked by An Yan's current cultivation level. She asked in amazement, "An boy, what's wrong with your cultivation level? And now you are eating dragon liver and dragon meat?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are more promising than your master."

Uncle Jiu claimed that he was innocent and was stabbed for no apparent reason.

An Yan was not surprised that the Grandmaster could see through his cultivation at a glance. Instead, he thought that this was normal.

It would be strange if a Golden Immortal couldn't see through him.

An Yan said very modestly: "My ancestor, it was only because of a chance encounter and my hard work every day, not slacking off, that I have achieved what I have today."

It’s almost like saying it directly, I, An Yan, don’t cheat!
Mao Ying did not doubt An Yan's words. Instead, he stroked his beard with great satisfaction and nodded, saying, "It's good that you have such awareness. Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall behind. No one can gain something without working hard."

"It seems that my Maoshan sect will soon have another golden immortal."

"very good!"

Recently in the Heavenly Palace, Zhang Tianshi of Mount Longhu has been bragging to people like them that his sect has produced a prodigy who will attain the status of a celestial immortal before the age of a hundred and will hopefully become a golden immortal in the future.

The other Heavenly Masters were naturally jealous when they saw this.

Mao Ying didn't expect that Anyan would give him such a big surprise.

At such a young age, he has not only attained the status of a celestial immortal, but his three flowers have also begun to grow. I think if he can spend another thousand years, he will have a chance of becoming a golden immortal.

The man from the Dragon and Tiger Gate has just entered the celestial realm, and it is unknown how long it will take for him to achieve the state of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head and Five Qis Returning to the Origin.

Mao Ying was so happy that she decided to call her old friends, especially those from Longhu Mountain, as soon as she returned to show off.

Thinking of this, Mao Ying looked at An Yan with even more kindness and love.

"You are such a cunning fellow, you never come to the temple for no reason, and now you've even brought out dragon liver and dragon meat."

"Tell me, what do you want the Grandmaster to help you with?"

An Yan, whose little trick was seen through, did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he stood up with a smile on his face and filled the glass of wine for the Grandmaster. "Grandmaster, you are really a prophet. Nothing can be hidden from you."

Seeing An Yan's cunning look, Mao Ying laughed and scolded: "You kid, stop flattering me, the ancestor. If you keep procrastinating, I will leave."

"Don't be impatient, Grandmaster. I'll tell you right away." Seeing that he was about to make things worse, An Yan quickly told him the story of the Black Mountain Old Demon.

I think the old master is knowledgeable and perhaps knows what this secret magic is.

After hearing An Yan's story, Mao Ying raised her eyebrows slightly. She did not answer immediately, but picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then picked up a piece of dragon meat with chopsticks and put it into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

They say that there is dragon meat in the sky, and this is absolutely true.

An Yan did not urge him. Seeing that the master's glass was empty, he was very considerate and poured him another glass.

After three glasses of wine, Mao Ying finally spoke: "I heard you say that this whistling black wind can scrape away bones and destroy souls. This kind of wind-related magical secrets, the ancestor has seen many of them, and there are many similar ones."

"This kind of evil wind is extremely sinister and vicious."

"As for what kind of evil wind it is, the ancestor dare not say, but I have a magic weapon that I think can help you."

The first half of the Grandmaster's words disappointed An Yan, but the second half surprised him greatly.

If he wasn't afraid of scaring the ancestor, he really wanted to shout a few words to the ancestor, saying he was awesome.

"Grandmaster, what kind of magic weapon is this? Could it be the legendary Wind-Fixing Bead?"

The Wind-Fixing Beads that An Yan knew about were the one that Lingji Pusa lent to the Great Sage in Journey to the West, and the two in the hands of Master Du'e and Mo Lihong in Investiture of the Gods.

Mao Ying was also amused by his disciple's big appetite, "Old Ancestor, I don't even dare to think about it, but you dare to think about it, and directly target the Wind-Fixing Bead."

"I don't have the Wind-Fixing Bead, but I have a Big Sunflower Fan. Do you want one?"

An Yan saw the large sunflower fan in the master's hand that looked very ordinary. Although it looked ordinary, he knew that the master would not cheat him, so he nodded decisively.

"Thank you, Grandmaster, for the treasure!"

Seeing that An Yan did not despise her, Mao Ying told him the origin of the fan, "Don't look at this ordinary fan, it belongs to Taishang Laojun."

"What? Made by Taishang Laojun?"

An Yan looked at the ordinary large sunflower fan in his hand in disbelief.

To be honest, if it wasn't given by the ancestor, he probably wouldn't even look at it if he saw it on the street.

I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

The last fan used by Taishang Laojun to fan fire was the famous banana fan.

"Keep calm and don't be so startled." Mao Ying was very satisfied with An Yan's expression, but she did not forget to teach him.

"I haven't finished talking yet. This is a failed imitation of the banana fan made by the two disciples of Taishang Laojun, Jin and Yin."

"It was supposed to be a fanning force, but it turned out to be a stabilizing force and I got it by chance."

“Although I don’t know what kind of Yin wind the Black Mountain Old Demon you mentioned is practicing, but as long as it’s not the Samadhi Divine Wind or the divine wind from the Banana Fan, I think it can stop most Yin winds and demonic winds.”

Mao Ying spoke the rest of the words in one breath.

An Yan understood what was going on and took it happily without any disgust.

"The disciple understands."

"By the way, this big sunflower fan doesn't have a name yet, so you can give it one yourself."

"Then let's use the word Dingfeng, which means to fix the wind."

An Yan didn't bother about what name to call, he just did whatever was convenient.

"Fixed fan, that's quite appropriate. Anyway, it's yours now, you can decide for yourself."

Mao Ying waved her hand.

After that, the ancestor ate a few more bites and then left.

Seeing the large table of leftover dishes, An Yan did not despise them and swept them all away in no time.

After finishing, he put the square table and chairs away again.

Just at this moment, a northwest wind blew, causing the leaves to sway slightly.

Seeing this, An Yan held the fixed fan and gently fanned the northwest wind.

Suddenly, an invisible breeze blew by, the northwest wind immediately dissipated, and the leaves gradually returned to calm.

After seeing the wind-fixing effect of the fixed fan, An Yan broke into a sunny smile.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

"Black Mountain Old Demon, I'm coming to find you!"

(End of this chapter)