Chapter 248: Stop showing off your connections. It's really sad.
Chapter 248: Stop showing off your connections. It's really sad.
It just so happened that Tan Wenjie was a little hungry, so he took Miss Bai and left Zixia Temple and walked into a restaurant at random.
We didn't book the entire venue this time because we had private rooms.
"You're welcome." Tan Wenjie picked up the chopsticks and said to Miss Bai, "Please feel free to eat."
It just so happened that Miss Bai was a little hungry, and although Tan Wenjie liked to show off his wealth and was arrogant, the fact that he prepared so many dishes made her feel valued.
"Fellow Daoist Tan, this matter is of great importance." She said seriously, "Next year, my junior sister must marry Liao Zhen, otherwise there will be disaster for all."
"Miss Bai." Tan Wenjie put down the chicken wings in his hand. "I usually don't believe this kind of statement. I have seen a thousand-year-old fox spirit before. She said that only the saints of the three religions could kill her. Later, I met five demon babies. They named and said that there must be a living Tathagata."
If you're really that awesome, you wouldn't have to hide.
Besides, Tan Wenjie remembered very clearly that the bridal chamber was not important at all, Liao Zhen could win as long as he logged in with his main account.
"There are so many gods in this world, they will not just ignore the suffering of human beings."
If they really want to sit back and do nothing, there is no doubt that it must be some savior-like character who is coming to the mortal world to gain experience.
Miss Bai: "My master once calculated that next year will be the most critical year. If we can't get married by then, the world will be miserable."
Tan Wenjie was puzzled: "But my master didn't tell me about any major disaster."
Miss Bai blinked: "Your master?"
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." Tan Wenjie put down the duck leg in his hand again.
While Miss Bai was talking, he ate a little.
He is very strong and eats a lot.
At this moment he began to think of Ao Ningshuang again, and he had to do it himself again.
"My name is Tan Wenjie, and I am a disciple of Mount Mao. My master's surname is Zhu. He is a ghost messenger in the underworld with a certain official position, but it is not very high. He works for Cui Pan. I am the deputy head of Zixia Temple, which is the direct descendant of Zhang Tianshi."
In short, we have people above and below us.
Miss Bai was silent.
The magic of her sect is very powerful, but no one in the sect can become an immortal.
The fate of immortals is elusive.
At most, monks can only live a few hundred years longer than ordinary people, and then they have to go to the underworld and drink Mengpo soup to forget their past and present lives.
Compared with these immortal cultivators who practice in deep mountains and old forests, the Maoshan Sect is an undisputed famous and upright sect. Not to mention the folk Maoshan sects, they are all just flattering themselves and have not traced their roots, but the real authentic Maoshan Sect is different.
As long as you have a good family background, no matter how you recklessly spend your life, you are guaranteed to escape the cycle of reincarnation after death.
The microwave faction is like the hardworking students of private institutions who work hard and spend a lot of money with the goal of getting into the civil service.
But unfortunately, she met Tan Wenjie, who was guaranteed to be a civil servant in the underworld. He got crazy extra points during his lifetime, and even got a different test paper.
What Tan Wenjie wanted to make clear was how accurate is the information your master calculated? It couldn't be that he heard this gossip from someone. I have some connections, so why haven't I heard about it?
"I believe in my master." Miss Bai shook her head.
"You believe in your master, and I believe in mine, too. He can even look through the Book of Life and Death when he has nothing to do."
Miss Bai was silent again.
Stop showing off your connections, it makes me sad.
Not only for myself, but also for my master.
Tan Wenjie added: "I have never heard of a disaster that can only be resolved in the bridal chamber."
When Maoshan disciples fight ghosts and cannot defeat them, they will ask their ancestors, gods, Lei Gong and Dian Mu, and the Three Pure Ones for protection.
But I have never seen anyone asking someone to sleep with him because he couldn’t win.
"Master's orders cannot be disobeyed," she said dryly.
It is absolutely impossible to be shaken by a few words from Tan Wenjie.
Compared to Tan Wenjie, whom she just met, she definitely believes in the master who taught her real skills.
"You can't convince me, and there's no need to convince me. Go convince Liao Zhen." Tan Wenjie put down the bowl, wiped his mouth and said, "I will also fulfill my promise and help you."
"Thank you."
Miss Bai finally picked up her chopsticks. "Are you done eating?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm full, please help yourself."
There were still a lot of dishes on the table. Miss Bai picked up her chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table. Then she noticed that Tan Wenjie was looking at her and felt a little awkward.
After meal.
"I have to go back. I will come back in a few days."
"welcome any time."
A sword light shot up into the sky, and Miss Bai's figure disappeared from Tan Wenjie's sight.
"At this speed, we can catch up with the plane."
He knows a little bit of everything now, but he just doesn't know the spell to speed up. If he had this spell, he could implement his fighting principle of running away immediately if he can't win.
Must learn!
But before that he had to go back and give Liao Zhen more responsibilities.
"Ah Zhen, you must work hard and practice well. Don't be defeated by her beauty. Only if you can't get her will she give you more good things. When the time comes, I will teach you everything without hiding anything."
Becoming an immortal is so great, why bother getting married?
And if he remembered correctly, Liao Zhen's nickname was a monk.
Isn't this forcing people to break their vows? It turns out that the Yehu Zen sect of immortal cultivation, apart from knowing some scary magic, doesn't understand the ways of the world. No wonder you can't become immortals.
After instilling in Liao Zhen the many joys of marriage and the fact that he accidentally made no progress in his cultivation because he was too happy with his wife, he received an extremely serious response from Liao Zhen.
"I love cultivating immortals, and no one can stop me!"
"Good job! I'm not as good as you, A Zhen! When you become an immortal in the future, you must help me."
These words were spoken sincerely. Tan Wenjie had no prejudice against monks. Buddhism and Taoism, whether in heaven or on earth, have intertwined to form today's Chinese folk customs.
The Lord Guan he worshipped also held two religions and multiple positions.
The more you practice, the more you realize how human and worldly things are.
"Hehe." Liao Zhen scratched his head embarrassedly.
The little smell came up as soon as it was tickled.
"Ah Zhen, it's the Republic of China now, cut your braids off."
This stuff stinks.
“What hairstyle suits me?”
"I think you are suitable for bald head."
Just as Liao Zhen's determination to cultivate immortality became more and more determined, Miss Bai also returned to the Microwave Sect.
The lotus door opened and she flew into it.
"Senior Sister is back!"
A group of young girls stood up, but when they saw their senior sister had a bad expression on her face, they stopped and did not dare to chat in a low voice until she went back to her room.
"What did the eldest sister do when she went out?"
"Aren't you looking for a husband for Caiyi? But it looks like Senior Sister isn't too happy. Didn't she succeed?"
"It's better not to disturb her."
The girl named Caiyi pinched the corner of her clothes and frowned.
Marry? She's not interested.
But this was her master's order, asking her to get married next year when she turned 18. Now that her senior sister had returned with failure, she didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
She should be happier. She wants to stay with her sisters more than getting married. It is so interesting to practice every day. A man will only affect her speed in drawing the sword.
But the next day, the eldest sister went out early with eyes that looked like she had insomnia.
(End of this chapter)