After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Eldest Senior Brother’s Reverse Empty Promise
Ancestral Master “whooshed” and flew into the statue. He complained about how his right eyelid had been twitching all morning, indicating that he would lose money for sure. He wondered how Li Yuanming had been teaching his disciples. He suspected that the Feng Shui of Sanqing Temple was not good, otherwise, why would his disciples be so obsessed with his coffin funds all the time?

Zhouzhou paid no attention to him and curiously looked at what Mu Xuan handed over. The item had illustrations and descriptions, allowing her to clearly see what was listed.

Her chubby hand pointed at each item. “Soul-Capturing Bell, Golden Tortoise Shell, Thousand-Jin Armor… Wow, there are so many amazing things from Ancestral Master!”

Zhouzhou exclaimed in astonishment.

“That’s right, Ancestral Master is the most outstanding figure in our Sanqing Temple…” Mu Xuan paused and glanced at the little girl, then changed his wording. “Once upon a time, he was the most outstanding person. Of course, he had many treasures.”

“But Ancestral Master said he’s a penniless bum.” Zhouzhou was puzzled and took out the compass and talismans from her bag. “Ancestral Master said these are his last treasures.”

With just a glance, Mu Xuan recognized these two items as excellent treasures. Indeed, Ancestral Master was still Ancestral Master.

However…

He looked at Zhouzhou and said with a serious tone, “Zhouzhou, Ancestral Master is now a ghost.”

“Huh?” Zhouzhou blinked, looking at him blankly, not understanding his meaning.

Mu Xuan earnestly said, “Ghosts speak gibberish. Can you trust what they say?”

Realizing this, Zhouzhou suddenly understood and drew a general conclusion. “Gibberish!”

“Exactly.” Mu Xuan praised and patted her head. “You’re really smart.”

Ancestral Master inside the statue: “…”

“Rebellious disciple!” He had been holding back, but he couldn’t bear it anymore. He flew out of the statue, slapped Mu Xuan’s forehead with his palm, and his beard flared up. “Ungrateful!”

“Eldest Senior Brother!” Zhouzhou exclaimed in shock, watching him get slapped and his forehead turn red. She felt heartbroken and quickly leaned over to blow on his face, comforting him. “Eldest Senior Brother, don’t worry, blowing on it will make it better.”

Witnessing this, Ancestral Master also felt somewhat guilty. He looked at his own hand, shrunk his neck, and said, “I didn’t use much force.”

However, as Mu Xuan’s body weakened, he collapsed onto the sofa, his hand supporting his forehead. Weakly, he said, “I’m fine, Zhouzhou, don’t blame Ancestral Master. Ancestral Master is our elder, and it’s only natural for him to teach us a lesson.”

Ancestral Master: “?”

Zhouzhou turned her head to look at him, her eyes widening, and angrily said, “Ancestral Master, how could you hit someone!”

Ancestral Master gritted his teeth. He not only wanted to hit someone now but also wanted to send this rebellious disciple back to Sanqing Temple for reformation!

Sanqing Temple, a holy place of Taoism, with its beautiful mountains and rivers, outstanding people, and spiritual energy. How could such a black sesame seed-filled dumpling appear here?

Ancestral Master felt heartbroken and pounded his chest hard to calm his agitated soul. He glared at the “honest and sincere” Mu Xuan and said, “Speak, what do you want?”

“It’s nothing much.” Mu Xuan sat up straight, hugged Zhouzhou, and said calmly, “As Ancestral Master should understand, good tools are essential for doing a good job. With good tools, Zhouzhou can help you accumulate merit more efficiently, benefiting both of us. What do you think?”

He thought to himself that he was indeed a rebellious disciple. He had thought Qin Lie was already overboard, but it turned out that this person was even more ruthless. He knew everything about his family’s background, and he didn’t know how this kid found out.

Seeing Ancestral Master’s silence, Mu Xuan continued, “Moreover, the Mystery Sect Conference is approaching. Nowadays, Taoism is declining, and the disciples of various sects lack a backbone. Each Taoist temple has its own strengths, and no one is willing to submit to another. Doesn’t Ancestral Master want to make Sanqing Temple renowned?”

At this point, Ancestral Master’s brow furrowed slightly, and his expression gradually became serious. In fact, the golden light on his body, although it was partially due to Zhouzhou’s lack of financial resources, resulting in fewer incense offerings and a decrease in spiritual energy on the mountain, the more important reason was the poor overall environment. Taoism was declining, and that was the most significant factor.

To completely restore the golden light, merely relying on Zhouzhou’s ability to earn money and accumulate merit would not be enough. They needed to find a way to promote and revitalize Taoism.

What he said made sense.

Thinking about it, Ancestral Master reached into his sleeve and took out a book. “Since Zhouzhou likes alchemy, this book is for you.”

Zhouzhou took a look and saw that it was the “Complete Compendium of Pill Refinement,” a book that was said to have been lost long ago.

Zhouzhou loved alchemy, and once she got hold of it, she didn’t want to put it down. She eagerly flipped through the pages, completely engrossed.

Seeing this, Mu Xuan expressed gratitude on her behalf, “Thank you, Ancestral Master. Rest assured, we will definitely work hard to restore the golden light on your body and ensure that you don’t lose to other Ancestral Masters from other Taoist temples.”

Those words struck a chord in Ancestral Master’s heart. For someone as respected as him, face was of utmost importance. He was already too embarrassed to go out with his disheveled appearance, to avoid further humiliation.

Thinking about Mu Xuan’s words, Ancestral Master cheerfully reached into his sleeve again and pulled out a peach wood sword, handing it to Mu Xuan. “Here, this is for you. You seem to have quite a talent. We rely on you and Zhouzhou in Sanqing Temple.”

“Yes, Ancestral Master, you can rest assured.” Mu Xuan replied earnestly.

Hearing this, Ancestral Master returned to the statue and lay down on his bed, swinging his legs happily, already envisioning himself shining brightly as he met his old acquaintances, refusing to be blinded by their foolish eyes.

He flipped over, feeling delighted, but suddenly his face froze, and he sat up abruptly.

Wait a minute, didn’t he want to warn them not to touch his coffin funds? Why did he voluntarily give them things?

This honest and sincere Eldest Senior Brother of Zhouzhou not only knew how to act, but also knew how to paint a rosy picture.

He had been fooled!

He gritted his teeth but couldn’t speak out about it, as it would make him appear foolish. He could only let it go.

He felt angry and frustrated!

On the other hand, Mu Xuan looked satisfied as he looked at the peach wood sword. It was indeed a sword used by Ancestral Master, and it was much more powerful than the one given to them by their master.

He kept it and looked at Zhouzhou, asking, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes!” Zhouzhou vigorously nodded her head, unable to put it down. If it weren’t for the lack of medicinal ingredients here, she would have wanted to try the prescriptions right away.

Just as they were thinking about it, a sudden commotion could be heard from outside.

Curious, Zhouzhou looked over.

Seeing this, Mu Xuan walked to the window and took a look. He said, “It’s people from the Ninth Bureau.”

After all, the Mu family had a wide network, and he knew many people.

He recognized the deputy director of the Ninth Bureau, Cen Zhiyuan.

A drinking gathering? Why did it sound familiar?

Zhouzhou scratched her head, trying to remember, but couldn’t figure it out. She asked in confusion, “Why is there such a place here? Is it a place specifically for drinking?”

Seeing her misunderstanding, Mu Xuan explained, “It’s not about drinking alcohol. It’s the number nine, a department that deals with supernatural incidents. That place is called the Ninth Bureau, and the people working there are practitioners of our Mystery Sect. Senior Martial Uncle Tang is there.”

So that’s how it was.

With his explanation, she remembered where she had heard of it before.

Wasn’t it the place where that Big Fool who bought the talisman for one million was from?

Thinking about it, she also leaned over to take a look and saw the person outside. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, “Big Fool!”