Mingzhuo continued eating without changing his expression, completely unmoved.
She sat in the main seat, a position arranged by Brother Jian, even above Master Xuanmiao. Master Xuanmiao had no objection, but some others did.
Li Wenhe looked up and coldly stared at the young man who had spoken.
He Wangyao thought for a moment and decided to express her opinion: "If you haven't heard of it, it means you're ignorant. Really, you should spend more time looking at the outside world."
Although Mingzhuo has always been active in Yunwu City, every time he makes a move, he shocks the Xuanmen.
He was invited to be a lecturer at the Xuanmen Exchange Conference, yet he said he'd never heard of him. This just shows how out of touch the people in Xiangshi are.
Of course, Hong Kong is an international metropolis, and it's impossible for it to be completely isolated from news; it's just that it disregards news from the mainland.
Master Qinglian is one of the few Taoists who occasionally still has exchanges with the mainland.
The Xuanmen sect in Xiangshi is a distinct school, generally referred to as the Celestial Masters. Originating from the Xuanmen Taoist school, it has preserved a relatively complete lineage when the Xuanmen tradition on the mainland was almost interrupted, and has developed rapidly in the past few decades.
In the past, reports of celebrities in Hong Kong raising ghost children and acquiring Buddhist amulets were frequently seen in newspapers, and the public had become accustomed to it, which gives us a glimpse into the situation.
However, in recent years, the Xuanmen sect in Xiangshi has gradually declined, while the Xuanmen sect on the mainland has risen. Yet, there are still people who lie in their past glory and refuse to open their eyes to the world.
He Wangyao felt he was being sincere, but the other person didn't see it that way; instead, they felt he was humiliating them.
"Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that?" Jiang Yuncheng slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
Jian Ge was completely bewildered. How did they end up arguing?
Li Wenhe, always eager for a good show, said nonchalantly, "He's nothing special; he just happened to follow the right boss and happened to save some people's lives."
Jiang Yuncheng's face turned red. He had been struggling to stay afloat amidst the ringing of the bell and was almost injured by the evil spirit. He was only able to catch his breath after He Wangyao threw him a handful of talismans.
"I need him to save me? Do you even know who I am?"
After finishing his meal, Mingzhuo put down his chopsticks and rested his chin on his hand, quietly eating some melon seeds.
Seeing the other person's gaze sweep over him, he thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but it's definitely not Jiang Shengying, the age doesn't match."
Jiang Shengying, also known as Old Jiang, was the number one Taoist master in Xiangshi. He was very active forty years ago, and there was even a movie adapted from his story.
Its position in the world of Taoism remains unchallenged to this day.
Jiang Yuncheng: "I am the direct grandson of Old Master Jiang!"
"Oh, I knew it wasn't true." Mingzhuo nodded, confirming that his judgment was correct.
Li Wenhe clapped expressionlessly: "The boss is brilliant."
He Wangyao: "Boss is awesome!"
Jiang Yuncheng was furious. Did they even know what his identity represented?
Although the Taoist priest was slow to react, he realized at this point that things were going badly and quickly tried to comfort him: "Yuncheng, he didn't mean anything by it, don't be angry..."
Jiang Yuncheng flicked his sleeve: "We have nothing better to say than this. I disdain associating with such a petty person. Just pretend I was never here!"
He got angry and wanted to leave. Jian tried to stop him, but the other party was adamant and even Jian got angry.
After all, Brother Jian is from the mainland entertainment industry, not Hong Kong. He was willing to help purely because of the friendship between Master Xuanmiao and Master Qinglian.
Brother Jian considers himself a top agent in the entertainment industry, and usually people are begging him. This is the first time he has been so humble and yet he has been slapped in the face by a junior.
The smile on his face was almost impossible to keep up.
"Let him go if he wants to." Mingzhuo toyed with the chopsticks in his hand. "By the way, he probably doesn't want his share of the payment, right? How about giving it to me—you guys don't have any objections, do you?"
What could anyone else say? She deserved the most credit anyway, so they could only echo her sentiments.
"Of course, no problem."
"Completely reasonable."
Jiang Yuncheng, who had already reached the main gate: "..."
The more I think about it, the angrier I get; I'm so angry that my heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all hurt!
This woman is so shameless!
He slammed the door shut with a deafening bang, and a light rain began to fall outside, the raindrops drifting into the wide-open doorway.
In the pitch-black night, a crow flew over and landed under the restaurant window to take shelter from the rain.
As it preened its feathers, its tiny, bean-sized eyes curiously observed the activity inside the room.
No one in the house noticed it, and even if they did, they didn't pay much attention to it.
Birds seeking shelter from the rain is a normal behavior, indicating a good environment and abundant birdlife in the area.
Master Xuanmiao glanced at it and then looked away, chuckling awkwardly, "Fellow Daoist is truly unique."
He Wangyao suppressed a laugh, thinking to herself that what he called "unique" was really just him being too embarrassed to admit that Zhuo had fallen into the trap of money.
Mingzhuo: "No problem, no problem."
She glanced up at the crow casually, but her gaze lingered on it, meeting its eyes for two seconds.
"Oh, so eager to start a feast?" Mingzhuo said. "How about I kill you to fulfill your wish?"
He Wangyao felt a little confused. Why was the boss threatening a bird?
"No, it's just a bird."
“Yes, I will.” Mingzhuo said indifferently, “Although it’s a piece of junk, we’ll still have a feast. I’ll treat you to it, it’s free.”
The bird stared at her with its dark eyes for a moment, then suddenly made a strange sound from its throat.
Who... exactly are you?
He Wangyao was so shocked that she stood up instantly. The crow spoke! The crow actually spoke!
He was so scared that he got goosebumps all over his body.
The others were also shocked and rushed to get the magic items, only to find that everyone had left them in the living room because they were going to eat.
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