Chapter 164: The Serious Taoist

Dai Shi has decades of experience in black magic. As long as he doesn't stop and isn't discovered by the righteous, it's only a matter of time before he masters the flying head magic.

Liu Kai said nothing, but stood beside Dai Shi with his head down, waiting for orders.

Feng Zhibai didn't return to the house all night and fell asleep on the sofa.

Old Mi was the first to wake up.

When he came out of the room and saw her sleeping on the sofa all night, he went up to her with a distressed look on his face and wanted to call her back to her room to sleep.

But as soon as he got to Feng Zhibai, he saw someone staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Are you asleep or awake?"

The heartache stopped abruptly, and Lao Mi bent down and asked in confusion.

Feng Zhibai sat up with red eyes, raised brows, and looked tired: "I haven't slept all night."

"You haven't slept all night? Are you suffering from insomnia or are you worried? Could it be that Dai Shi's escape was too much of a blow to you?"

"no."

Raising her hand, her fingers trembled and she looked extremely pitiful: "I can't figure it out! How could thousands of my beans be gone in just one night!"

Taking out her cell phone, she opened the Landlord game with shaking fingers.

The last few dozen beans on the phone laughed at Feng Zhibai alone.

"Oh! Dad! Why are you so cruel to me? I am your biological daughter!"

She raised her hands and looked at the ceiling, feeling like she was going crazy.

Old Mitou pounded his waist, listening to her yell about the injustice of heaven, and calmly walked towards the kitchen: "I was wrong to take you seriously. I thought you were planning on finding Dai Shi, and you played Landlord all night."

She quit the game and dragged herself to her feet weakly. "Compared to Dai Shi, I'm now extremely skeptical of the mechanics of this Landlord game! Who on earth are these bastards who teamed up to cheat me out of my beans?"

She exaggeratedly raised her hands to hold her face, her voice tinged with tears: "That was the result of my diligent battles for days and nights! It's gone, everything is gone!"

"Come on, can't you find something to do all day long?"

After cooking the porridge and putting the steamed buns in the steamer, Old Rice said speechlessly, "Director Yan and I discussed this a few days ago. You're only sixteen, which is the right age for you to go to school properly, so we plan to help you enroll in a school so you can experience the school atmosphere."

"What?"

Hearing some unbelievable words, Feng Zhibai walked to the kitchen and living room in slippers.

"What did you say?"

She took the dishes and chopsticks out of the disinfection cabinet. "You heard right, it's about school. Director Yan is currently helping to find a suitable school. You've never been to school before, so we've decided to have you start in junior high school. Don't feel inferior because you're older than the junior high students. Your mission is to study hard, not to compete with others. If your progress is fast, Director Yan will contact the relevant education bureau to help you skip a grade early. Girl, although you have abilities, it's really hard to get ahead in society without a diploma these days. We're doing this for your own good."

"You fart!"

Feng Zhibai was drunk, with his hands on his hips.

She is a prophetic ancestor!

I'm actually going to junior high school!

Why not arrange her to go to primary school!

"Your combined ages are not even as old as mine! And you still want me to go to junior high school? No! I unilaterally reject you!"

She clasped her hands together and strode towards the bedroom: "Whoever finds the school can go, I won't go!"

When the shop opens, she will be the manager. Wouldn't it be more joyful to have a lot of money than to listen to the teacher reciting the classics in school?

Chen Xiaodao was awakened by Feng Zhibai's shouting.

When I came out of the bedroom yawning, I heard Feng Zhibai shouting: Whoever finds the school can go, I won’t go!

Scratching his head, he walked towards the kitchen, tears in his eyes, and said in a slurred voice, "Lao Mi, what are you two arguing about so early in the morning?"

Sniffing his nose, he smelled the fragrance of steamed buns in the pot. He opened the lid and reached out to take the buns from the pot, but Old Mi Tou opened his hand.

"Go brush your teeth and wash your face!"

Pulling his hand back, he rubbed the back of his hand: "What are you two arguing about? What school? Who wants to go to school?"

"You and the girl."

"who?"

Hearing such a huge joke, he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Why are you acting like Feng girl? Who else could it be? There are only three of us in the same room. We don't know who hasn't been to school, right?"

"What are you talking about? Who hasn't been to school?! When I was at the Taoist temple, I went to school every day and attended classes every day! I have a diploma from the Taoist Academy, okay?"

"Taoist College diploma?"

Beating the eggs in his hand, Old Mitou asked in confusion.

He once heard that Taoist priests had graduation certificates.

"certainly."

Chen Xiaodao laughed proudly: "We have authentic undergraduate degrees, and our academic qualifications are certified by the state."

"Are you an undergraduate?"

He stopped stirring in surprise.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Doesn't my IQ appear to be that of an undergraduate?"

"Haha... Then let me ask again, what can you do after you graduate from your Taoist school?"

"There are so many capable people! People like me, who excel in school, can go to various temples and teach in the future, or go to universities for further studies and work in management. With a formal, state-certified degree, a stable job, and decent salaries, right?"

Old Mi became interested.

After stirring the porridge in the pot, he continued to ask curiously, "So what are you studying? Chinese, math, English?"

"No, it's scriptures and inscriptions, stacking gold ingots, guessing covers, telling fortunes, cutting villains, feng shui, physiognomy, catching ghosts, drawing talismans, reciting incantations, flying with swords, and so on and so forth."

"Flying with a sword? There's no real way to fly with a sword in this world, is there?"

"No, I believe in science."

After taking a sip of the fragrant porridge in the pot, he turned and went to the bathroom.

Old Mitou wiped his hands speechlessly: "What nonsense are you talking about? I almost thought I could really become an immortal."

"I just think it's easier to say that. Besides, you have to be able to fly on a sword. Is it that easy to cultivate immortality? If it were so easy, wouldn't every disciple of the Quanzhen Taoist Temple be able to become an immortal? Do you think there are no regulations on aviation in the sky?"

He turned on the faucet and put his head over to wash his hair.

Cultivating immortals is a rather magical concept for many people.

But in fact, cultivating immortals really exists.

Empty learning brings no wind.

If there is no cultivation of immortals, then why does Quanzhen Taoism exist with the goal of ascending to become an immortal?

Their entire life they just want to comprehend the great principles of the world and thus achieve the goal of becoming immortals.

But it is not so easy to cultivate immortality. The world follows the laws of nature, and there are very few people who can understand and understand it.

In addition, in today's society, spiritual power is thin and pure energy is rare. Not to mention becoming an immortal, even ghosts and demons are hard to come by.

Old Mitou brought the food to the living room and said, "Let's not talk about anything else. Come on, Feng girl, come out and eat first. Director Yan and I will think about the school matter later, okay?"

He tried to coax Feng Zhibai, but didn't hear her answer for a long time.

Thinking that she was angry, Old Mi walked to her bedroom door, raised his hand and knocked politely. When he heard no response, he poked his head inside.

On the huge bed, Feng Zhibai was sleeping with his cell phone in his hand.

"Hey, little girl."

After grumbling, he went into the room, pulled the curtains, and quietly closed the bedroom door.

"Asleep?"

While chewing the steamed bun in his hand, Chen Xiaodao picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and put it into the porridge.

"Well, I played Landlord in the living room all night last night."

"With her IQ at zero, how can she play Landlord? She'll lose everything, right?"

With a sneer, Lao Mitou took up the chopsticks and said, "Thousands of beans were lost overnight."

"snort."

Chen Xiaodao chuckled and said nothing else.

The two of them didn't eat for long, and it was over in about ten minutes.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Lao Mi Tou gave Chen Xiaodao some instructions and went out to Duan Tianyi's company.

After Duan Tianyi's company changed its feng shui, business gradually improved. Within a few days, he received many projects and his income increased than before.

Although we no longer have many old hands, we have recruited a group of enthusiastic young people and experienced veterans.

During this period, the project was going very smoothly.

As for Liu Ping and Ma Zhang’s company.

Because Dai Shi could not be contacted, many projects began to stagnate.

Previously, the project that Dai Shi used black magic to pull was progressing smoothly, but now that Dai Shi is not here, other projects are stuck, and various funds are piling up, leaving the two of them no time to think about anything else.

The funds from the previous projects could not make up for the losses of the later projects.

These days, the two of them are robbing Peter to pay Paul!

Various contradictions are on the verge of breaking out.

Especially the two brothers Liu Ping and Ma Zhang.

Liu Ping blamed Ma Zhang, saying that it was because he had asked Chen Xiaodao and others to break the surrender that Dai Shi disappeared, causing serious losses in his company's projects.

Ma Zhang blamed Liu Ping for protecting Ma Zichun and harming his son.

He kept saying that he wanted to sell the shares he had.

Liu Ping was unwilling, so he had a fight with Ma Zhang.

Ma Zhang was no match for Liu Ping and was defeated. He was sent to the hospital that night and was diagnosed with a concussion.

This time the relationship between the two was completely broken!

It was a week later when Ma Zichun told Feng Zhibai the news.

Chen Xiaodao was fiddling with a magic weapon, looking at the chat history, and a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Could he choose another time to discuss this? We agreed to go to the viaduct tonight."

Ma Zichun sent a message, asking Feng Zhibai and others to go to the hospital to see Ma Zhang, and his tone and attitude were very pious.

Old Mitou was watering the flowers and plants on the balcony and said nonchalantly, "Let's go. It's a good opportunity to talk to Ma Zhang about removing the curse. Ma Zhang has broken up with Liu Ping now, so he'll definitely go against him. The directors who were under the curse haven't withdrawn their investment yet. Maybe we can use this to remove the curse on those directors."

After closing the chat interface, Feng Zhibai rubbed his temples, his eyes calm and without any ripples.

"Don't you think Ma Zichun is interesting too?"

With her eyes half open, she looked at the LCD TV hanging on the wall.

"I always feel that Ma Zichun is a bit of a tease."

"What do you mean by a little tea?"

Putting down the watering can in his hand, Lao Mitou walked from the balcony to the living room.