Chapter 313: The Ahoge Little Celestial Master Is Also Getting Stronger Today 08

The stream beneath the courtyard pavilion flowed slowly, and when it reached the boulder it emitted a distant, resonant sound; the water source was also clear. An Wuyang sighed that this should have been a very good wealth-bringing omen, yet it stubbornly became bad feng shui.

He was still quite skilled at adjusting feng shui, after all, back when he couldn't beat evil spirits, he made money by reading feng shui; it's just that an employer this wealthy was still the first.

He still hadn't sheathed the Qinghan Sword in his hand, standing alone beneath the pavilion, he mobilized arcane power and waved the sword like a shadow.

"In the name of the successor of Qinghan Temple, I summon the spirits of the four directions to pacify this residence and bring peace to the household!"

The final sword shadow plunged straight into the pavilion and dissipated in the air.

Everyone present could feel it; suddenly a breeze blew, making people feel refreshed and clear-headed. Master Gu could directly sense it, as if the gloom that had lingered in his heart these days was blown away in an instant.

Jin Chen suggested at his side, "Tomorrow is a sunny day; Master Gu, just restore the courtyard to its original layout."

"Eh, okay, okay, I'll have someone come over to fix it when the sun comes out tomorrow! Is this payment for you or...?"

Jin Chen: "Give it to my junior fellow disciple."

He looked at the approaching An Wuyang, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile, "He handles the money."

Master Gu nodded repeatedly, seeing An Wuyang approach, he hastily said:

"Little Master, could you report your card number to my assistant later? The three million remuneration will be deposited into your card."

An Wuyang startled, he nodded extremely carefully, his ahoge sprang up with a "boing", "Okay!"

Furthermore, I don't know where the two masters' Qinghan Temple is located; after things settle, I'll bring her to visit and express thanks.

Master Gu asked again.

An Wuyang blinked, feeling a bit at a loss as he looked toward Jin Chen, pursing his lips, "Qinghan Temple... it's gone."

In that instant, Master Gu and the two Liu brothers flashed through countless tragic tales of vengeful corpses seeking revenge, their expressions turning grim.

Finally Jin Chen said helplessly, "It's not that it's gone; the arts have declined, and Qinghan Temple is dirt-poor, truly unable to reopen—sorry, Master Gu."

That's how it is.

Master Gu swallowed the comforting words, raised his hand, and said, "This matter is simple; tomorrow I'll have people help you repair it."

An Wuyang immediately shook his head, "No need, Master Gu; you've already given us the payment, taking more money would be bad for us. If you truly wish to show gratitude, just donate some money to charitable causes."

His expression was sincere; he was seriously refusing.

"That works too." Master Gu sighed, feeling he had truly encountered a benefactor.

But he was also generous; although the two Celestial Masters Liu failed to finally capture the evil spirit, he still gave them 50,000 in remuneration, after all, more people mean more paths, and for him, connections bought with money are naturally better the more there are.

After getting off the car that the Gu family driver had specially sent to take them home, An Wuyang looked at the shopping bags piled at the door, then glanced at his phone showing the money had arrived; he finally felt it for real, overjoyed beyond measure.

Although he still needed the Patriarch's help, he himself could now earn big money!

His head was suddenly rubbed by a warm palm; he lifted his gaze, and his ahoge trembled upright from Jin Chen's fingertips.

"You did great; your talent is indeed strong, and of course it also rests on the foundation you've built day by day."

An Wuyang stared, a mist suddenly filled his eyes, and his lower lip twitched slightly.

Since his master's death, he had gone a long, long time without hearing anyone praise or care about him.

His head rubbed against Jin Chen's palm, "I'm also pretty formidable, right?"

It's absolutely not what those disciples of the Daoist Association say; he's a good-for-nothing who can't even inherit a Daoist hall.

"Of course."

He was very patient in comforting him, also knowing that a youth's temperament comes fast and goes fast, so he changed the subject: "Aren't you supposed to rewrite those secret methods? My time is quite limited."

"Yes, yes, yes, that matter is more important."

An Wuyang took a deep breath and carried all the shopping bags piled at the door back into the house.

——

In the afternoon, he followed Jin Chen's taught method, sitting in meditation to circulate the minor and major heavenly cycles, trying to break through the inexplicable seal in his body, to bring his innate spiritual body to its utmost; Jin Chen also sat cross-legged on the cultivation mat, accompanying him.

After about half an hour, An Wuyang's ahoge drooped, and he collapsed limp on the floor, giving up.

The arcane arts prodigy had become a little Daoist arts waste.

He turned over and lay prone, seeing that Jin Chen, who had been handwriting secret methods, had now fetched a notebook and was typing.

"Whoa, studying electronic secret methods, practicing cyber Daoist arts, becoming a quantum true immortal." An Wuyang gave a snarky comment.

Jin Chen glanced at the boy's extremely tricky posture, lowered his eyes and kept typing, "Can't cultivate Daoist arts, switched to yoga?"

"Then I'm the one among yoga practitioners who's best at cultivating Daoist arts!" An Wuyang giggled, his ahoge quivering.

After laughing, he sighed with a worried frown, "Patriarch, I might really not be cut out for this bowl of rice."

"What kind of food do you want to eat?" Jin Chen asked.

"I want to eat cooked rice made from raw rice." An Wuyang nodded firmly, "Is there a one-time solution that doesn't require me to cultivate to break the seal?"

"No."

Jin Chen quickly denied it, then suddenly said, "Come over, there's another method."

"What what?"

An Wuyang, maintaining that tricky posture, crawled to Jin Chen's feet, and the next second felt his ahoge being tugged.

"All right." Jin Chen withdrew his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you pull seedlings to encourage growth—maybe it'll make your Daoist arts soar."

An Wuyang: "……"

He covered the pulled ahoge, empathizing as if with his hair, turned away, his sorrowful silhouette like a glutinous rice ball.

Having annoyed him, he still had to comfort him himself; Jin Chen finished typing a line, set down the notebook, ruffled the boy's hair, "Sit properly, I'll teach."

"Okay!"

An Wuyang immediately gave up yoga and sat in the standard meditation posture.

Jin Chen sat opposite him in the same posture, raised his arms and intertwined their hands, then began slowly guiding An Wuyang into the state of ease, which is more conducive to practice.

At the same time, he extended his divine sense to investigate what exactly was going on with the seal inside his body.

In the original plot, An Wuyang forcibly broke open the seal after cultivating the ghost path, without any explanation of the seal's origin. Jin Chen certainly wouldn't let his wife cultivate the ghost path; he still had to slowly guide her to break the seal.

"Inhale long, exhale short, nourish the dantian..." Jin Chen's voice low and slow, gradually becoming distant in An Wuyang's ears.

An Wuyang felt as if he had entered a place devoid of anyone; it was very empty, and all around him drifted boundless mystic power.

This is the realm of ease, isn't it! How amazing!

Jin Chen's divine sense wandered through his meridians, finally stopping at one place, the dantian.

He frowned, how could it be like this.