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Chapter 345 Jiajing's Alchemy Furnace, Respecting the Fate of Others

"Mom! You can't go to him!"

It was rare for A Ping to speak directly to stop his mother.

Ping's mother asked angrily: "Why?!"

Ah Ping looked painful. After struggling for a while, he said, "Mom, do you still remember last night..."

Hearing what he said, Ping's mother trembled suddenly.

This trembling came entirely from the soul, because her body had already died long ago.

"Mom, I understood what he said just now. He left that golden light on my hand last night on purpose! If it weren't for... if I hadn't run into that lady downstairs again yesterday, we mother and son would never see each other again!" Ah Ping felt hatred and fear. He couldn't help but hugged his mother's legs and burst into tears.

Ping's mother frowned and gently stroked Ping's head.

After a long while, she said, "A Ping, I will listen to you and not look for that person."

"Okay, okay!" Ah Ping was overjoyed, smiling with tears in his eyes: "Mom, we can live a good life as mother and son. There is no need to care about those things. As long as he doesn't cause trouble for us, I will pretend that I have never seen him."

"Yes, you are right. However, you can't be careless. There are too many bad people out there who always want to separate us. Ah Ping, you have to remember that no matter what mom does, it is for your own good."

"Yes, Mom, I understand, I understand everything!"
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"Kuang Fusheng? Are you Tianyou's child?"

"Do you know my father?"

Hong Chen nodded.

Kuang Fusheng frowned, looked around Hong Chen, and asked again: "Are you love rivals?"

Hong Chen laughed: "Why do you say that?"

Kuang Fusheng said with a serious face: "You just came out of Brother Ping's house talking and laughing with Sister Zhenzhen. I saw it all."

"What will you do if I say yes?"

"I..." Kuang Fusheng hesitated for two seconds and said, "I will tell my father to be careful of you!"

Although he was an old guy in his sixties, he still looked so cute. So Hong Chen did not hesitate to reach out and ruffle his hair into a mess, saying, "I am not your father's rival in love. Miss Wang and I are just ordinary friends."

Kuang Fusheng quickly stepped back to avoid it, and while fixing his hair, he said, "I don't believe it! You don't look...you don't look like a good person!"

The same words, spoken by Ping Ma and Kuang Fusheng, have different tones and, of course, completely different meanings.

"Hahaha, you think I'm too handsome, and your father isn't as good-looking as me, so you're afraid that your sister Zhenzhen will fall in love with me?"

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Hong Chen's quick knife broke through the defense in one move. Kuang Fusheng bared his teeth and looked unhappy: "No! Sister Zhenzhen is not such a superficial person!"

"So, you admit that I'm much more handsome than your father?"

Kuang Fusheng thought he was eloquent, but now he was losing one battle after another. If Kuang Tianyou hadn't always emphasized that his identity must not be revealed, he would have wanted to bite Hong Chen right away.

So he snorted heavily, glared at Hong Chen angrily, then turned around and rushed into the stairwell, running up the stairs.

Hong Chen smiled and turned to go home.

At noon, Hong Chen received a call from He Yingqiu.

"Master He, is there news so soon?"

"Yes! You are lucky. I have a friend who has collected an alchemy furnace. He originally wanted to donate it to the museum. If I had called you later, you would have missed the alchemy furnace."

Hearing him say this, Hong Chen suddenly felt happy.

After all, anything that can be donated to a museum is at least a valuable antique.

"Master He, please tell me the specific situation first."

"No problem. Since you are the buyer, of course I have to introduce it to you. It was a friend of mine who traveled around the world decades ago. When he passed by a dilapidated Taoist temple that had been abandoned for a long time, he took the initiative to clean up the ruins and clear away the debris, and then dug it out from a pile of rubble. According to him, although the furnace was buried at that time, there was no damage inside or outside. What's even more amazing is that when he opened the lid of the furnace to check, he smelled a very strong medicinal fragrance!"

"That being said, it's a bit magical."

"That's not all. Later, he moved the alchemy furnace back home. After some research, he finally guessed that it was an alchemy furnace from the Ming Dynasty, and it was very likely that it came from a great figure."

"Oh?" Hong Chen's eyes lit up slightly.

"Do you want to guess who it is?"

"Uh... Zhang Sanfeng?"

"Go away! Taoist Sanfeng's alchemy furnace must be in Wudang Mountain. What are you thinking?" He Yingqiu complained helplessly, and then said: "Let me remind you, that is an emperor..."

Before he could finish his words, Hong Chen blurted out: "Jiajing?!"

"That's right!" He Yingqiu laughed.

Hong Chen frowned: "If it is the alchemy furnace of Emperor Jiajing, it should not be able to be bought or sold, right?"

"That's right. But as I said just now, this is just a guess. I definitely don't understand history and antique research, but he said that there is not enough evidence to prove that it was the alchemy furnace of Emperor Jiajing, so even if he donated the alchemy furnace, it could only be identified as a 'Ming Dynasty alchemy furnace' at most, and there are no restrictions on the sale of this kind of antique."

"I see." Hong Chen nodded and asked directly, "Then how much did your friend offer?"

"Ahem, well, the price is one thing, and he has another condition. You have to meet this condition first before he can tell you the price."

Hong Chen frowned: "Why make such a fuss? Does he want to sell it or not?"

He Yingqiu quickly comforted him: "Don't worry, he definitely wants to sell it, but he has requirements on who he sells it to. Didn't you say you are the descendant of the Maoshan Shangqing Sect? I told him that, but he wanted me to verify your identity, so you just need to prove that you are really the descendant of Maoshan."

Hong Chen's brows slowly calmed down.

"How do you want me to prove it?"

"There are many ways of practicing Maoshan. What are you proficient in?"

Hong Chen thought for a moment and asked, "I remember you have a computer, do you have a camera?"

"Have!"

Then, the two of them started the video chat. Hong Chen showed He Yingqiu the Golden Light Mantra on the spot and drew a simple but very classic Maoshan Corpse Suppression Talisman.

He Yingqiu couldn't stop smiling and felt very happy that Maoshan had such a successor.

"Okay, I believe you must be the descendant of Maoshan! The price he offered is a bit high, one million US dollars, can you accept it?"

"can."

Just one million, Hong Chen didn't even blink an eye when it increased tenfold.

"Okay, I'll give you the account number later, and you can just transfer the money directly. I'll notify him to send the things to you right away."

"How long will it take to arrive?"

"Three days at the latest! Oh, and give me your address so I can have it delivered directly to your residence."

After the call ended, Hong Chen sent He Yingqiu his address, and the other party sent him his account number. He then transferred the money directly, and the other party responded quickly. Hong Chen summoned the Tianwen Sword and the Shangqing Jingzhen Sword, with a smile on his face and a lot of yearning in his eyes.

Flying sword!
Once upon a time, it only existed in fantasy, and even today, not all immortal cultivation worlds have such magical skills.

Controlling a sword is controlling a sword, and flying a sword is flying a sword.

Not to be confused.

At dinner time, Kuang Tianyou and Kuang Fusheng came to visit.

When they entered the room and saw the food on the table, the father and son couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

Hong Chen seemed unaware and said, "It just so happens that there are a lot of dishes today, you guys should eat some too."

Kuang Tianyou quickly refused: "Ah Chen, it's really not necessary. Fu Sheng and I just came down after finishing our meal."

"Really?" Hong Chen looked at Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng nodded repeatedly: "Yes, my father and I have already eaten."

"What to eat?"

"Pig red!"

"anything else?"

“Uh…” Fu Sheng rolled his eyes and said with a smile, “There are also braised prawns, boiled beef and stir-fried cabbage!”

"Oh? It tastes good!" Hong Chen looked at Kuang Tianyou again: "Did you make it?"

Kuang Tianyou squeezed Kuang Fusheng's hand and said with a stiff face: "Yes, I made it casually, it can't compare to your craftsmanship, but it smells delicious."

Hong Chen shook his head: "I can't do this. I called the restaurant and asked them to send it. Tianyou, you can cook. When can I have a taste of your cooking?"

"There will be a chance!" Kuang Tianyou responded awkwardly, not daring to continue.

Hong Chen stopped teasing them. After pouring them some water, he sat back at the dining table and ate while chatting.

"I didn't expect you to move here too." Kuang Tianyou said with a smile. Although he and Hong Chen had only known each other for a short time and had not communicated much, he felt inexplicably close to him.

"I didn't expect you to be here. Did you come here with Wang Zhenzhen?"

When Kuang Fusheng heard this, he immediately pricked up his ears.

Kuang Tianyou shook his head: "No, the houses I asked my friends to recommend were all coincidences."

"That proves even more that you two are destined to be together. Don't you want to give it a try?"

Fu Sheng followed up by saying, "Yes, Dad, you two are so destined to be together!"

Kuang Tianyou rolled his eyes at him in annoyance.

After sitting for more than an hour, the two got up and left.

At night, Hong Chen, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and looked next door, then his figure flashed and passed through the wall.

The simple kick landed right on the chest of the short old lady, and Ping's mother flew up immediately, hitting the wall and causing it to shake slightly.

The dancer Pipi was freed from suffocation, holding her neck with both hands and breathing violently, and then she started coughing violently again.

"Killing someone next door to me, you are more arrogant than the thousand-year-old demon I have ever seen."

Hong Chen stepped forward, and Ping's mother stood up without any pain on her face, but her eyes were full of fear.

However, she still didn't let him off: "Why are you helping this slutty vixen? Are you having an affair with her?"

Hong Chen didn't say anything, but lightning suddenly burst out from between the ten fingers of his hands.

Ping's mother shut up instantly.

But there are also people who are faster than Thunder.

A Ping suddenly rushed in from outside the door, slid down to his knees in front of Hong Chen, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Please, let my mom go! She only came to trouble Pipi because of me! If you let her go, I promise she will never do such a thing again!"

Hong Chen clenched his fist to suppress the thunder, pressed his lips into a straight line, and frowned.

"Luo Kaiping, do you know what she is now?"

"I know!"

"Then did you know that she had killed someone?"

"No, my mother didn't. She wouldn't do that kind of thing..."

"Alright!" Hong Chen stopped him. "I'm not a policeman, I'm not responsible for investigating the case, and I'm not a judge, I'm not responsible for judging. The reason I let you go is because I know that you have a deep love for your mother and son. But this is not a reason for you to kill someone, and this is the third time."

A Ping didn't dare to say anything, but just kept kowtowing.

Hong Chen watched coldly.

Until, Pipi, who had recovered, suddenly stepped forward and said, "Sir... I believe Ping Ma didn't do it on purpose, can you... please let her go?"

As soon as these words came out, Hong Chen immediately turned his head to look at her.

Pipi took a step back in fear, but when she saw Aping's miserable condition, she still plucked up the courage and looked at Hong Chen.

The next second, Hong Chen suddenly laughed.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Hong Chen turned and left, as if he had made some kind of decision.

During his journey to fight demons in the spiritual world, Hong Chen's greatest reward was not the completion of the main mission, nor the fame and fortune he gained from it.

Instead, I have a deep understanding of these words: "Let go of the complex of helping others, respect the fate of others, and avoid self-admiration."

It is not without reason that the secular world mocks Taoism for always adhering to the principle of believing or not believing.

Pipi, Aping and Ping's mother looked at his back and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, Aping breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and thanked Pipi profusely, and Pipi also smiled and said it was okay.

The two of them didn't notice at all that Ping's mother's look was becoming more and more terrifying.

After returning home, A Ping tried to persuade Ping's mother for a long time with all his heart, until she agreed again and again, and finally she slowly felt relieved.

the next day.

Uncle Gu, who was on patrol in the morning, found that Pipi's door was open. He called out at the door for a long time but no one responded.

After thinking for a while, Uncle Gu walked in and found Pipi lying on the sofa.

When I got closer to take a look, I saw Pipi with his eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling with a blank gaze. His neck was blue and black, and he had been dead for a long time.

(End of this chapter)