Chapter 110: Are you selling the title of Maoshan Sect Leader?

Chapter 110: Are you selling the title of Maoshan Sect Leader?

Chapter 110: Do you want to sell the title of Maoshan Sect Leader? Buy it back at a high price
In order to prove that he is definitely not a lustful person, Tan Wenjie firmly rejected Xiaohong's invitation to the "Three-Day Weak Legs Competition". He said it would not be too late to discuss everything after he came back from his work. But it seemed that it would not be possible because he would have a new free-fighting opponent by then.

Being a popular man is always busy.

Early in the morning, Tan Wenjie packed up early.

The Zixia Temple he was going to this time was not too far away. Last time, he accidentally encountered a thousand-year-old fox spirit, and Xiaoyu could not be contacted after her sedan was attacked. Maybe it was because she was seriously injured, or maybe it was because the paper man who could sing her own exclusive BGM died, which made Xiaoyu in a bad mood.

There are not many female ghosts who have their own exclusive BGM, and Chu Renmei has to sing it herself. So when Tan Wenjie complains that Xiaoyu always plays the same song on repeat, it is understandable that she feels that way. If her own exclusive music was taken away, she would be even angrier than Liang Kun.

I made a plan in my mind to go to Renjia Town in a few days.

While visiting Uncle Jiu, I also visited the shop. While visiting the shop, I also visited Tingting. While visiting Tingting, I also visited Xiaoyu.

Plan passes.

The time is arranged reasonably, and it is best to complete the process in one day. Why does it feel like I am pushing the progress of a love game?

[Today's blessing: Fortune +5]

General Black Tiger is worthy of being the Little God of Wealth in the Finance Office of Heaven, and Zhong Kui is worthy of being the All-Matching God. The ancestors always say that they want to be poor, but they bless their disciples with abundant wealth.

In short, it was the first time that Tan Wenjie suspected that the weather today was not very good and gold might rain from the sky. He'd better learn from his third brother and tie a few more layers of cloth on his head.

Before I could even walk out the door, I saw a man jogging towards me with a happy look on his face.

"Boss Tan!"

"what happened?"

"Your letter is from Renjia Town."

"Is the blessing of wealth so effective? Someone sent money so quickly."

Tan Wenjie opened the letter and took a look.

Not so sure, then looked again.

"Someone wants to sell me a brothel?"

Is it impossible to find a buyer locally, or has Mr. Tan’s reputation as a lustful person spread so far?

Bah, Mr. Tan is a man of integrity. He is not afraid of his own shadow even if he is crooked. He is tall and hard whether he is standing or lying down. He is 20 years old and hasn’t even married yet. Doesn’t this explain the problem!
Who is slandering me!

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "It's just not on the way."

He had to show a harsh attitude, and what was good about the brothel, it was boring.

"Boss Tan, is the brothel you are talking about Baiyulou?" The man who delivered the letter rubbed his hands.

Tan Wenjie took a half step back and said, "Your Excellency is laughing so lasciviously, I wonder where the White Jade Tower is?"

"Heaven and earth!"

Hmm? Are you a time traveler as well?

But if you compare it with the real thing, I will understand.

"That place is like heaven on earth. It's different from an ordinary brothel. There are many girls singing songs, and some of them only sell their skills but not their bodies. A glass of wine is worth several dollars."

I understand. In high-end consumption, there are not only people who come here to do business right away, but also those who understand romance and have talents. They are all wine touts, and they don't even take off their clothes after being the touts.

Tan Wenjie looked at the letter again: "Well, it just so happens that... it's on the way."

He just wanted to see what trainees with a Republic of China style looked like, purely out of curiosity.

The directions are completely different, but he can go there as long as he wants. So the reasons for going to Renjia Town can be rearranged: first, Uncle Jiu, then the shop, Baiyu Tower, Tingting, and finally, again, again, again, to see Xiaoyu.

As we set off, the carriage shook.

We set out in the morning and took two breaks on the way.

Then I heard Fei Bao say, "Master Tan, we are here."

Tan Wenjie lifted the carriage curtain and frowned slightly: "Fei Bao, is there something wrong with your navigation?"

Fei Bao: "What do you mean by navigation? Directions? I asked along the way and came to the location you said, there is absolutely no problem."

Tan Wenjie pointed forward and said, "A place where even birds don't come to shit, how could it be the place where the head of Maoshan stays?"

It was a desolate place with weeds everywhere.

"I asked an old lady, and she said it was in this direction. She said Zixia Temple was... ah, yes, it's right there."

Feibao jumped up very high and pointed into the distance.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and saw a small, dilapidated gymnasium in the distance.

When he got closer, he saw that the plaque with a cotton candy-like spider web hanging on it had the words "Zixia Temple" written on it.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door gently, but unexpectedly the door opened by itself.

The space inside is narrow, with the ancestor being enshrined on top, a seven-star lamp and a large furnace below.

There were three incense sticks burning in the incense burner, obviously someone was coming.

"Maoshan authentic?"

He was a little skeptical whether it was authentic or not, and whether it would be the same as the authentic Anhui Ban Mian in Hebei.

When he is out there, he has to rely on his own mouth to flatter others. He has seen too much and will not believe everything others say.

Every evil demon they met said that he was invincible. The thousand-year-old fox spirit said that only the saints of the three religions could kill him. The ghost master said that he swore to kill Zhong Kui. Their slogans were all very loud.

"Master, someone is coming."

"Are you looking for someone?" The man was about 30 years old and looked like a passerby. "What's your name, uncle?"

"My last name is Zhang." He said, "I am the third child in my family. You can call me Uncle Zhang. What do you want to do in Zixia Temple?"

"A disciple of Maoshan, I want to see the head of Maoshan."

"That's me."

Uncle Zhang pointed at himself and said, "The Zhang family has only one son for generations."

"Excuse me, Uncle San, please wait a moment. Are you not the third child in your family?"

"Yes, my father only gave me his son, so it has been passed down from generation to generation."

Uncle Zhang sighed, "I'm unlucky. When my father's five sons were playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would be the head of Zixia Temple, I picked the hammer! Why did I pick the hammer?"

He clenched his fists, trembling slightly. "I should have used the scissors. They tricked me! Later, they all went to other places to find jobs, and I was the only one guarding the broken mountain and broken temple."

"Uncle Zhang, don't get excited, just keep talking."

Tan Wenjie kept it in mind and from then on whenever he played rock-paper-scissors with others he would never use the hammer but scissors.

Uncle Zhang made a scissor hand gesture and said, "Zixia Temple has been in decline for hundreds of years, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, only blood relatives are taught, and no disciples are accepted."

"Indeed, the risk is huge." Tan Wenjie nodded in agreement.

It has been passed down for so many years, and if there is one person who doesn't learn it well, the rest will all go astray. Just look at Uncle Zhang and you will know, he must be the unlucky guy who was led astray by his ancestors.

Otherwise, if you use the name of the authentic Maoshan master and the head of Maoshan to help others with feng shui, you can charge an extra 5 yuan for opening coffins and moving graves.

"I usually help everyone with feng shui, naming, and beating up mistresses. If you want to come and meet the head of Maoshan, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"Uncle San, have you ever considered selling the title of the head of Maoshan?" Tan Wenjie looked at Uncle San Zhang, whose clothes were tattered. He must have been having a hard time.

He can buy it back at a high price.

"Of course not!" Uncle Zhang immediately shook his head and refused, "This is passed down from our ancestors. I will never sell it with this name!"

"let it go."

Tan Wenjie really doesn't care much about fame.

He also never imagined that he would go back with the title of the head of Maoshan, and then his master would have to say, "Greetings, headmaster."

Like.

He definitely didn't think so.

"There's nothing here, and it's far away." Uncle Zhang said, "You're thirsty for chatting, why don't you go to my house and have a cup of tea?"

Uncle Zhang felt that these two people seemed to be here to extort money, so he sent them away first.

"You don't live here?"

"We are in the deep mountains and forests here. What if we run into ghosts at night? Or if we run into poisonous snakes, black bears, gorillas, etc., it would be very scary too."

"Uncle San, as a fellow Maoshan disciple, I want to ask, are you selling this?" Tan Wenjie pointed to the stove next to him.

Uncle Zhang: “…”

You said you are all disciples of Maoshan, and when you come to our door you start showing off your wealth and buying things like crazy. You can't buy anything with the title of the head of Maoshan, so you want to buy our magic tools?

He was about to shake his head to refuse when he saw Tan Wenjie suddenly reach out and slap the stove. He had just discovered that there was something in the stove eavesdropping on their conversation.

There was a burst of white smoke and the things in the furnace flew out.

Tan Wenjie: "How dare you occupy the magpie's nest and run wild in my Maoshan Sect, you evildoer, don't run away, eat my palm thunder!"

He shouted loudly, but there was a machete in his hand.

Who said you can’t shout palm thunder when you’re chopping people? He thinks it’s more powerful this way.

The white smoke rushed into Fei Bao's body in a panic.

Fei Bao's body suddenly trembled, and his posture and expression instantly changed.

Fei Bao clenched his fingers and said, "I am Zhang Susu, the 26th generation disciple of Maoshan. Are you going to attack me?"

Tan Wenjie felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. If he ignored his appearance... Sorry, he couldn't ignore it.

However, the opponent was on Feibao's body, so he couldn't just chop him.

Uncle Zhang was very cautious: "How can I believe that what you said is true?"

He suspected that Tan Wenjie and Fei Bao were directing and acting out the whole thing in order to trick him into selling Zixia Temple.

I only heard Fei Bao say softly: "The sky and the earth are boundless, and the universe borrows the law. The law is born from the heart and is endless."

"It's the Zixia Contemplation Method!" Uncle Zhang immediately knelt on the ground: "Thirty-fifth generation disciple, Uncle Zhang greets Grandmaster Auntie!"

Zixia Guanxin Method? Tan Wenjie's eyes lit up.

"Tan Wenjie, a disciple of Maoshan, greets the senior master."

Tan Wenjie turned to look at Uncle Zhang: "Wait a minute, you really call me Uncle Zhang."

　Thank you Gui Tianrong for the 100 reward.

　　Although it was a bit slow, it was barely yesterday's

　　
　
(End of this chapter)