Chapter 313 The silly little Heavenly Master has become more powerful today 08
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Shan Bu Yu Shi Er
The stream under the water pavilion in the courtyard was slow, making a distant and melodious sound when it reached the boulder. The water source was also clear. An Wuyan lamented that this should have been a very beautiful image of gathering wealth, but it had created bad Feng Shui.
He is quite good at changing Feng Shui. After all, he couldn't defeat evil ghosts before, so he made money by reading Feng Shui. But this is the first time his employer has such a wealthy family.
He has not yet withdrawn the Qinghan Sword in his hand, standing alone under the waterside pavilion, summoning his profound energy to swing the sword like a shadow.
"In the name of the successor of Qinghan Temple, I call upon the spirits from all directions to ensure peace and tranquility in the homes here!"
The last sword shadow pierced the pavilion and dissipated in the air.
Everyone present could feel that there was a sudden gust of wind blowing, which was refreshing. Mr. Gu could directly feel that the depression in his heart during this period seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant.
Jinchen suggested beside him, "Tomorrow will be a sunny day. Mr. Gu can just change the courtyard layout back to its original appearance."
"Hey, okay, I'll have someone come over to change it when the sun comes out tomorrow! Is this reward for you or...?"
Jinchen: "Give it to my junior brother."
He looked at An Wuyang, who was walking over, with a smile on his lips, "He's in charge of money."
Mr. Gu nodded repeatedly, and when he saw An Wuyang approaching, he hurriedly said:
"Little Master, can you report your card number to my assistant later? The 300 million reward will be credited to your card."
An Wuyang was startled, and nodded with great care, his hair standing on end, "Okay!"
"Besides, I wonder where the Qinghan Temple of the two masters is? After Jingjing recovers, I will bring her to thank her."
Mr. Gu asked again.
An Wuyang blinked, looked at Jinchen at a loss, pursed his lips and said, "Qinghan Temple is gone."
At that moment, Mr. Gu and the two brothers surnamed Liu had countless tragic stories of corpses seeking revenge flashing through their minds, and their eyes felt strange.
Finally, Jin Chen said helplessly: "It's not that it's gone, it's because the technique has declined, and Qinghan Temple is also very poor. It really can't be used. I'm sorry, Mr. Gu."
It turned out to be the case.
Mr. Gu suppressed his comforting words, raised his hand and said, "This matter is simple. I will have someone help you repair it tomorrow."
An Wuyang immediately shook his head, "No need, Mr. Gu, you have already paid us. If you charge us more, it will be bad for us. If you sincerely want to thank us, please donate some more money to charity."
His expression was sincere and he was refusing very seriously.
"That's fine." Mr. Gu sighed, feeling that he had really met a noble person.
But he was also generous. Liu Tianshi and his two men did not finally catch the ghost, but still gave them a reward of 50 yuan. After all, there are many people and many paths. For him, the more connections he can exchange for money, the better.
After getting off the car that the driver of the Gu family specially took them home, An Wuyang looked at the shopping bags piled up at the door of his house, and then looked down at the text message on his phone showing that the money had been received. He finally felt real and was overjoyed.
Although I still need the help of my ancestor, I can also make a lot of money!
His head was suddenly rubbed by warm palms. He raised his eyes, and Da Mao stood up tremblingly from Jin Chen's fingertips.
"Well done. Your talent is indeed strong, but of course it cannot be separated from the foundation you build day after day."
An Wuyang was stunned, his eyes suddenly filled with mist, and his lower lip curled slightly.
Since his master's death, he hasn't heard anyone praise or care about him for a long time.
His head rubbed against Jinchen's hand, "I'm also very powerful, right?"
He is not what those disciples from the Taoist Association said. He is a waste that cannot even inherit the Taoist gym.
"of course."
He was very patient and comforted, and also knew that the young man's temperament could come and go quickly, so he changed the subject and said, "Don't I have to write those secrets again? My time is very limited."
"Yes, yes, that matter is more important."
An Wuyang took a deep breath and moved all the shopping bags piled at the door back into the house.
-
In the afternoon, he followed the method taught by Jin Chen and meditated to transform the Great and Small Heavens, trying to break through the inexplicable seal in his body and maximize his natural spiritual body. Jin Chen also sat on the training mat to accompany him.
About half an hour later, An Wuyang's fur drooped down and his whole body collapsed on the ground.
The occult genius turned into a Taoist waste again.
He turned over and lay on his stomach, and saw that Jin Chen, who was still writing the secret method by hand, had found a notebook and was typing.
"Hey, learn the secrets of electronics, practice cyber Taoism, and become a true quantum immortal." An Wuyang commented hotly.
Jinchen glanced at the young man's extremely tricky posture, lowered his eyes and continued typing on the keyboard, "You can't practice Taoism, so you want to practice yoga instead?"
"Then I am the one who knows how to practice yoga the most!" An Wuyang chuckled, his hair trembling.
After he finished laughing, he frowned and sighed, "Master, maybe I'm really not suitable for eating this bowl of rice."
"What do you want to eat," Jinchen asked.
"I want to eat raw rice and make cooked rice." An Wuyang nodded affirmatively, "Is there a way to break the seal once and for all without having to practice it myself?"
"No."
Jinchen quickly denied it and suddenly said, "Come here, there is another way."
"what? What."
An Wuyang crawled to Jinchen's feet with this tricky posture, and the next second he felt the hair on his head being pulled.
"Okay." Jinchen took back his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll help you encourage your growth, and maybe your Taoist skills will soar."
An Wuyang: "..."
He covered his torn hair and turned away as if to empathize with his hair. His sad back was like a glutinous rice ball.
After typing a line of words, Jinchen put down his notebook and rubbed the boy's hair, "Sit tight, I'll teach you."
"Ok!"
An Wuyang immediately gave up yoga and sat in the most standard meditation posture.
Jinchen sat opposite him in the same posture, raised his arms and folded his hands, and began to slowly guide An Wuyang into a state of ease, which was more conducive to practice.
At the same time, his spiritual consciousness was released to explore what was going on with the seal in his body.
In the original plot, An Wuyang forcibly broke the seal after cultivating the ghost path. The origin of the seal was not explained. Of course, Jinchen would not let his wife practice the ghost path, but had to slowly guide her to break the seal.
"Breathe long and exhale short, moisten the Dantian..." Jinchen's voice was low and slow, gradually becoming distant in An Wuyang's ears.
An Wuyang felt as if he had entered a place where there was no one else. The place was very empty, and the people walking around were full of profound energy.
Is this the state of freedom?so amazing!
Jinchen's consciousness wandered through his meridians and finally stopped in one place, Dantian.
He frowned, how could this happen.
He is quite good at changing Feng Shui. After all, he couldn't defeat evil ghosts before, so he made money by reading Feng Shui. But this is the first time his employer has such a wealthy family.
He has not yet withdrawn the Qinghan Sword in his hand, standing alone under the waterside pavilion, summoning his profound energy to swing the sword like a shadow.
"In the name of the successor of Qinghan Temple, I call upon the spirits from all directions to ensure peace and tranquility in the homes here!"
The last sword shadow pierced the pavilion and dissipated in the air.
Everyone present could feel that there was a sudden gust of wind blowing, which was refreshing. Mr. Gu could directly feel that the depression in his heart during this period seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant.
Jinchen suggested beside him, "Tomorrow will be a sunny day. Mr. Gu can just change the courtyard layout back to its original appearance."
"Hey, okay, I'll have someone come over to change it when the sun comes out tomorrow! Is this reward for you or...?"
Jinchen: "Give it to my junior brother."
He looked at An Wuyang, who was walking over, with a smile on his lips, "He's in charge of money."
Mr. Gu nodded repeatedly, and when he saw An Wuyang approaching, he hurriedly said:
"Little Master, can you report your card number to my assistant later? The 300 million reward will be credited to your card."
An Wuyang was startled, and nodded with great care, his hair standing on end, "Okay!"
"Besides, I wonder where the Qinghan Temple of the two masters is? After Jingjing recovers, I will bring her to thank her."
Mr. Gu asked again.
An Wuyang blinked, looked at Jinchen at a loss, pursed his lips and said, "Qinghan Temple is gone."
At that moment, Mr. Gu and the two brothers surnamed Liu had countless tragic stories of corpses seeking revenge flashing through their minds, and their eyes felt strange.
Finally, Jin Chen said helplessly: "It's not that it's gone, it's because the technique has declined, and Qinghan Temple is also very poor. It really can't be used. I'm sorry, Mr. Gu."
It turned out to be the case.
Mr. Gu suppressed his comforting words, raised his hand and said, "This matter is simple. I will have someone help you repair it tomorrow."
An Wuyang immediately shook his head, "No need, Mr. Gu, you have already paid us. If you charge us more, it will be bad for us. If you sincerely want to thank us, please donate some more money to charity."
His expression was sincere and he was refusing very seriously.
"That's fine." Mr. Gu sighed, feeling that he had really met a noble person.
But he was also generous. Liu Tianshi and his two men did not finally catch the ghost, but still gave them a reward of 50 yuan. After all, there are many people and many paths. For him, the more connections he can exchange for money, the better.
After getting off the car that the driver of the Gu family specially took them home, An Wuyang looked at the shopping bags piled up at the door of his house, and then looked down at the text message on his phone showing that the money had been received. He finally felt real and was overjoyed.
Although I still need the help of my ancestor, I can also make a lot of money!
His head was suddenly rubbed by warm palms. He raised his eyes, and Da Mao stood up tremblingly from Jin Chen's fingertips.
"Well done. Your talent is indeed strong, but of course it cannot be separated from the foundation you build day after day."
An Wuyang was stunned, his eyes suddenly filled with mist, and his lower lip curled slightly.
Since his master's death, he hasn't heard anyone praise or care about him for a long time.
His head rubbed against Jinchen's hand, "I'm also very powerful, right?"
He is not what those disciples from the Taoist Association said. He is a waste that cannot even inherit the Taoist gym.
"of course."
He was very patient and comforted, and also knew that the young man's temperament could come and go quickly, so he changed the subject and said, "Don't I have to write those secrets again? My time is very limited."
"Yes, yes, that matter is more important."
An Wuyang took a deep breath and moved all the shopping bags piled at the door back into the house.
-
In the afternoon, he followed the method taught by Jin Chen and meditated to transform the Great and Small Heavens, trying to break through the inexplicable seal in his body and maximize his natural spiritual body. Jin Chen also sat on the training mat to accompany him.
About half an hour later, An Wuyang's fur drooped down and his whole body collapsed on the ground.
The occult genius turned into a Taoist waste again.
He turned over and lay on his stomach, and saw that Jin Chen, who was still writing the secret method by hand, had found a notebook and was typing.
"Hey, learn the secrets of electronics, practice cyber Taoism, and become a true quantum immortal." An Wuyang commented hotly.
Jinchen glanced at the young man's extremely tricky posture, lowered his eyes and continued typing on the keyboard, "You can't practice Taoism, so you want to practice yoga instead?"
"Then I am the one who knows how to practice yoga the most!" An Wuyang chuckled, his hair trembling.
After he finished laughing, he frowned and sighed, "Master, maybe I'm really not suitable for eating this bowl of rice."
"What do you want to eat," Jinchen asked.
"I want to eat raw rice and make cooked rice." An Wuyang nodded affirmatively, "Is there a way to break the seal once and for all without having to practice it myself?"
"No."
Jinchen quickly denied it and suddenly said, "Come here, there is another way."
"what? What."
An Wuyang crawled to Jinchen's feet with this tricky posture, and the next second he felt the hair on his head being pulled.
"Okay." Jinchen took back his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll help you encourage your growth, and maybe your Taoist skills will soar."
An Wuyang: "..."
He covered his torn hair and turned away as if to empathize with his hair. His sad back was like a glutinous rice ball.
After typing a line of words, Jinchen put down his notebook and rubbed the boy's hair, "Sit tight, I'll teach you."
"Ok!"
An Wuyang immediately gave up yoga and sat in the most standard meditation posture.
Jinchen sat opposite him in the same posture, raised his arms and folded his hands, and began to slowly guide An Wuyang into a state of ease, which was more conducive to practice.
At the same time, his spiritual consciousness was released to explore what was going on with the seal in his body.
In the original plot, An Wuyang forcibly broke the seal after cultivating the ghost path. The origin of the seal was not explained. Of course, Jinchen would not let his wife practice the ghost path, but had to slowly guide her to break the seal.
"Breathe long and exhale short, moisten the Dantian..." Jinchen's voice was low and slow, gradually becoming distant in An Wuyang's ears.
An Wuyang felt as if he had entered a place where there was no one else. The place was very empty, and the people walking around were full of profound energy.
Is this the state of freedom?so amazing!
Jinchen's consciousness wandered through his meridians and finally stopped in one place, Dantian.
He frowned, how could this happen.
