Chapter 35: Criteria for Monks (Part 1)
Ruyifang is a large business, and has been monopolizing the business in Fengming Country for decades. It is a behemoth with various industries in one country, three counties and twelve prefectures.
In Rogge's words, this is a standard oligarch and conglomerate.
In this feudal era, business was so big and information flow was not very convenient, so naturally it suffered from some "big enterprise diseases".
The system is a bit bloated and the efficiency is not very high.
The chief steward of Shanwai Prefecture and County began to gather men in the afternoon of that day, but it was not until noon of the next day that nearly two hundred thugs and hangers-on were fully assembled.
They wasted a lot of time distributing weapons before they set out for Fengshan.
However, the team was led by several martial artists and stewards trusted by the steward, and the steward himself did not show up.
In fact, he was still in the prefecture and county, entertaining an important person in his extremely luxurious mansion.
This trip to Fengshan Mine to "suppress the rebellion" was actually just an armed parade. Sun Gou, who dared to provoke Ruyifang, had no one around him and only relied on the support of a wild monk.
In this world of immortal ways and magic, mortals cannot defeat cultivators.
The only one who can defeat the immortal is another immortal.
The most interesting thing is that Ruyifang is a wealthy and powerful family, and they also have connections with the monks.
In the afternoon, just after the most boring time of the day, the steward who was waiting for the arrival of guests in the courtyard heard a strange cry. He immediately straightened his clothes and went out of the courtyard to greet the guests.
He looked up at the sky and saw a black dot falling among the clouds, approaching here quickly.
The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the black dot became more and more conspicuous, but it was not a giant flying bird, but a wooden kite, which was made very delicately, like a small boat.
antique.
With exquisite techniques, a flying bird's head was carved in the front of the wooden kite, and it also has moving wings that sway gracefully in the wind. The tail feathers at the back of the wooden kite are very long, making it look like an elegant crane.
The tail feathers are also made of wood.
But when it sways, it comes alive, like a living thing.
The most exaggerated thing is that the wooden head of the flying bird in front of the wooden kite has eyes made of gemstones, and they can even move a little, as if the wooden kite itself has intelligence.
It was like a work of art, swaying its wings in the wind, circling the house several times before slowly descending.
The claws, also made of wood, opened and closed gently and latched onto the wall of the house, making the landing extremely stable without disturbing the "passenger" sitting on the wooden kite.
This is a treasure from the immortals.
The visitors were cultivators from Mo Shuang Mountain, the most famous cultivation sect in Fengming Country.
The chief steward did not dare to delay. He pulled his robe, took a few steps forward, and bowed his head to welcome the immortal.
The monk who appeared in such a cool way sitting on the wooden kite moved his body slowly, and then casually, as if by magic, he threw out a wooden stick from his hand, supported his body, and walked down from the wooden kite.
But this man had a chubby body, and although he was wearing a dark blue Taoist robe , he did not have that kind of immortal feeling. His eyes were always narrowed, and there was a bit of materialism on his face, and he always had a smile on his face.
Although he is called a cultivator, he looks more like a businessman. However, since he can control the immortal wooden kite, it can be concluded that he is indeed a cultivator.
"Elder Wang, I haven't seen you for a while. Is your practice going well?"
The chief steward seemed to be familiar with this cultivator, and asked a question. The fat monk curled his lips and said casually:
"That's all. I've been hanging around in the mortal world for so many years. How could I be so lucky to be able to practice and achieve enlightenment?"
"The elder is being modest."
The chief steward flattered:
"Everyone in Fengyang County knows that Elder Wang is a master of Mohist magic. He can resist the attacks of thousands of troops by himself and suppress them. This is how the county government is kept from being in chaos. The people of this place should all thank the elder for his protection."
"You are good at talking. You make me feel better."
The fat monk laughed and waved his robe in a rather unrestrained manner, but unfortunately he was too fat, so what should have been an unrestrained movement seemed a bit artificial when he did it.
But he is a cultivator after all, and does not need to follow worldly etiquette.
Although he knew that the steward had prepared a fine banquet, he did not intend to waste time.
He stood in the courtyard, leaning on his ordinary-looking wooden stick, which was actually engraved with various patterns, and said to the steward:
"I received your letter and learned that there are cultivators causing chaos in Fengshan?"
"yes."
The chief steward did not dare to be careless and said immediately:
"I just got the news yesterday that there was some rebellion in the mine of Ruyifang. This should be my internal affairs, so I dare not trouble Elder Wang.
But unfortunately, there were monks involved. "
"really have?"
The fat monk frowned immediately and said:
“The Immortal Alliance has already issued an order not to allow cultivators to intervene in disputes in the mortal world.
This rule has been established for hundreds of years, and except for some evil practitioners, no one dares to violate it. Our Fengming Country is also a remote and poor place, where practice is not well-known and there are not many famous practitioners.
Where did this young man come from who dares to cause trouble here and risk the whole world's condemnation?
"Have you found out the identity of that monk?"
"That's not the case."
The chief steward took a peek at the change in Elder Wang's expression and said confidently:
“But he must be a cultivator. A loyal man escaped from my mine and saw with his own eyes that man killed innocent people with the palm thunder method and ambushed and killed the manager of my mine with the earth-shaking method.
This is really treasonous!"
"Thunder magic? Earth-shaking magic?"
When Elder Wang heard this description, he was suddenly shocked.
The chief steward is just a mortal and doesn't know the ins and outs of this.
But he is a serious practitioner. Although his level is not high, he knows everything he should know. Among the techniques of cultivation, thunder method is the most difficult to practice.
According to the description of the steward, that person also knows the Five Elements Earthquake Technique.
This is a tough guy!
As a weapon refiner, he was unattainable in the eyes of mortals, but he was only the manager of the outer gate of Mo Shuang Mountain. Although he had the title of "elder", that was just a trick to fool mortals.
I am not good at practicing fighting techniques.
If the story was true, facing that young and reckless man, he would not be able to get away with it, and might even end up in disgrace.
He was already feeling a little timid.
But at the same time, my doubts grew even more. Something was not right.
Under the Thirty-Three Sects Immortal Alliance, there is the Taofu Temple which monitors all the cultivators in the world.
With local spirits, incense and city gods as spies, they have the eyes and ears of the world. Even though Fengming Country is on the edge of the East, it also has city gods and lands.
With the level of surveillance at Taofuyuan, if there really were evil cultivators causing trouble in Fengshan, it would be impossible for them to remain silent until now.
According to the style of the Immortal Alliance, as long as he dares to show up and commit crimes against the wind, law enforcement monks from the Mingli Academy will come to deal with him within a short period of time.
Although the steward spoke with great confidence.
But there was no movement from the Immortal Alliance, which fully demonstrated that there was something fishy about the matter.
Or, the evil cultivator was very powerful and escaped the surveillance of Taofuyuan.
Or, it could be that this group of mortals caused a misunderstanding, and the ones who did the trouble in Fengshan were not immortal cultivators, so the Immortal Alliance had no reaction.
And the latter is more likely.
He knew Fengshan and had been there to collect spiritual ores. His own Mo Shuangshan was good at refining weapons, and spiritual stones were essential materials and were in great demand.
However, that place only produces medium and low-level spirit stones, and it is not a ground vein node, so the spiritual energy is insufficient, and it is not an important place. If there really is an evil master who can hide from the surveillance of the Immortal Alliance and want to start a war, he will definitely not choose that rotten place.
Thinking of this, Elder Wang felt more confident.
He glanced at the flattering steward, and with a thought in his mind, he put on a leisurely attitude and said:
"Oh, this is really troublesome. There is such a demon who commits crimes against the wind. He really deserves to be killed! However, this demon violated the rules of the Immortal Alliance. There are cultivators from the Immortal Alliance to enforce the law. I don't think you need to worry.
Maybe the monks of the Immortal Alliance are busy. Let’s wait a few more days, maybe a monk will come to deal with it.”
"I can't wait."
Seeing that Elder Wang was not very willing to participate, the chief steward became a little anxious. He rubbed his hands and said:
“The spiritual stones produced by the Fengshan Mine are about to be reported. It’s not a big deal that my Ruyifang business has been delayed, but those spiritual stones must be handed over to the immortals of Mo Shuang Mountain.
Elder, you are also a cultivator of Mo Shuang Mountain. If you delay the affairs of your own sect, you will be ashamed if you tell others about it, right?"
"That's true."
Elder Wang touched his smooth chin and nodded, but still did not move.
Upon seeing this, the chief steward understood what was happening and immediately apologized and returned to the hall. When he came back, he had an exquisite box in his hand.
"When mortals like me ask for help, we also get paid. Today, I rashly asked Elder Wang to go and get rid of the monster. This has delayed the elder's practice. I am very worried, but I can't give you anything good as a reward."
The chief steward handed over the box with both hands and said:
"This is a fine spiritual stone produced in the Fengshan Mine. I was going to take it to the market to exchange for some treasures. Now, please accept it as a reward, Elder."
Elder Wang took the box without opening it. With a quick glance of his divine sense, he sensed that more than a dozen spirit stones in the box exuded a long and lasting spiritual energy. They were indeed fine products and were perfect materials for making tools.
He smiled more, but still pretended to be stern. He shook his head and pretended to return the box, saying:
"I'm so sorry. I didn't help much. I don't want to be rewarded for nothing."
"You don't have to do this, Elder. My master is an outer disciple of your sect, and you are also a cultivator from Mo Shuang Mountain. We are one family."
The chief steward hastily declined, and said eloquently:
"Why should we be so polite among family members?"
"Sure, sure."
Elder Wang was just being polite, and when he heard the steward's good reasons, he waved his finger and the wooden box disappeared. He felt relieved and waved his hand.
The wooden kite that was perched on the courtyard wall turned its head, spread its wings, circled a few times, and landed next to the fat monk.
He leaned on his wooden staff, sat on the kite, and said to the chief steward:
“I am a cultivator and cannot interfere in your worldly affairs. I will not be involved in suppressing the rebellion, but I will go to Fengshan to take charge. If there are evil cultivators causing chaos, I will definitely suppress them.
As monks, it is our duty to protect the safety of a place. You don’t have to worry, just do your work.”
With this guarantee, the steward smiled even more. Although it was painful to give away the spirit stones he had hidden, he finally got the trump card and felt more at ease.
He lowered his head and watched Elder Wang flying into the clouds on his wooden kite, his eyes full of envy.
This is a monk.
Above the mundane world, good things will come to you just by opening your mouth.
Alas, it’s also my parents’ fault. Why didn’t they leave me some spiritual roots when they gave birth to me?
If I were also a cultivator, even if I failed in my cultivation like Elder Wang, I could still gain wealth and live a worry-free life.
"Forget it, I am not blessed by fate."
The steward sighed and stopped thinking about it.
Ten or so breaths later, a gorgeous carriage carrying him drove out of the house and headed for Fengshan.
This time, with the help of monks from Mo Shuang Mountain to suppress the rebellion, we have already secured victory and there is no risk at all.
He personally took charge of the matter to save the reputation of Ruyifang. When the news reached the owner of the place, it would be a great achievement for him. He would be able to sit on the position of manager of this place more securely.
Well, it seems that the rebellion in Fengshan Mine and the death of seven managers is not a bad thing. After all, the dead are all lackeys of Bao Ye's faction, not his own people, so he doesn't feel sorry for them.
He could also take the opportunity to get the Fengshan Mine, a piece of fat meat, into his own hands.
Oh, that’s really a good thing.
