Chapter 76 The three religious people discussed for a while...
The two of them discussed it for a long time but couldn't come to a conclusion. After all, this was the first time they had ever seen such a situation.
"Forget it, let's not worry about it for now. It's a good thing anyway." Fu Li was a broad-minded person and didn't have any bad premonitions, so she didn't think it was a big deal.
She pointed forward and said, "Come on, let's go sit over there. It's been redecorated and is different from the old one."
Hand in hand, they walked around a clump of bamboos as thick as their arms. Suddenly, they saw a ray of hope and heard the sound of running water. It turned out to be a thin mountain spring seeping out from the cliff, flowing down the cliff and spreading out a water mark more than three feet wide.
There is a bunch of fragrant herbs growing below, with purple myrtle and green angelica mixed together, and a faint moist fragrance emanates.
A little further out, a small pool formed from a low-lying area. Because the water flowed gently along the walls, the pool remained tranquil, making the few whitebait in it seem particularly lively.
A large flat stone was placed beside the pond, and on the stone was a set of tables and chairs woven from ivy.
The table is shaped like an inverted cone, with the tip resting on a rounded base. To maintain balance, a wicker cloud-shaped support hangs from the tabletop.
This kind of complicated craft was not originally something that the people of Jinjiang tribe could do, but Fu Li gave a blueprint, and the wicker weavers pondered over it over and over again, using discarded vines as firewood, which was enough to cook a day's food for the entire tribe, and finally they made a decent one.
After making this table, the man immediately became a master from a novice.
Fu Li gave him a new name - Jiang Xun, and allowed him to select ten clever and dexterous orphans from more than a hundred orphans to learn wicker weaving from him.
From then on, Jiang Xun, like the bamboo craftsmen, no longer had to participate in the tribe's farming and hunting. He only focused on studying rattan weaving and creating economic benefits for the tribe.
The seats placed around the rattan table are also made of rattan, but the style is still a four-legged stool, with some additional patterns on the stool seat and the bracket, and no other innovations.
The reason is very simple - the four-legged stool was designed by Fu Li herself.
After the first wooden four-legged stool was made, it became a hit throughout the tribe. Without Fuli's guidance, bamboo and rattan models were automatically developed.
What's more, some people used the method of hitting stone tools to make a stone one.
Unfortunately, the stones suitable for making stone tools are relatively brittle, and the four-legged stone stool was not used for long before one of the legs broke into pieces.
They placed two rattan stools close together and sat facing each other on one side of the rattan table, so they could hear each other's breathing.
Fu Li asked, "Why did you take so long this time? You kept me on edge for days."
Ling Zhuzi raised his eyebrows and said, "You are not unaware of my cultivation. How many people in the world can defeat me?"
Fu Li said angrily, "I'm worried too." Then she said unhappily, "Why don't you appreciate it?"
Ling Zhuzi immediately raised his hands in surrender and explained, "During the days I was with you, my mind became more open and the bottleneck I had previously blocked was loosened. I broke through the realm right after returning to Buzhou Mountain and had to go into seclusion to consolidate my cultivation."
He had already figured out Fu Li's temper, and after he finished his confession, he used sweet words to coax her: "Speaking of which, the reason I was able to come out of seclusion so quickly was thanks to the magic weapon given by Master Zhao. If it weren't for you, how could Master Zhao have thought of me with all his good things?"
Fu Li chuckled and glared at him. "Oh, how come you've become so clever with your words? I remember when we first met, you wouldn't even look me in the eye. You spoke to me like you were giving me alms."
Thinking back to his youthful recklessness, Ling Zhuzi felt embarrassed and pleaded in a low voice, "Good Li'er, please don't mention those old memories, okay?"
Fu Li raised her chin, snorted complacently, and said coquettishly, "Then admit that you didn't know what was good for you back then."
No matter how arrogant a person is, once he bows his head once, he will be able to slide down to his knees very smoothly when facing the same person again in the future.
Ling Zhuzi didn't hesitate for a second and blurted out, "I really didn't know what was good for me back then."
Fu Li raised her hand and hit him: "Oh, oh, that's boring. At least put up a fight!"
Lingzhuzi immediately felt that her difficulty in serving her had reached a new level.
However, he was happy with it.
"How about we do it again?" he suggested.
Fu Li shook her head and asked, "Do you know what's going on in Emei?"
Ling Zhuzi said, "I stopped by Emei on my way here. Uncle Zhao asked me to tell you that everything is going well there. Aunt Sanxiao is in charge of the reception desk, and the Jiejiao disciples who applied for the position are all very honest."
Fu Li said, "I just hope they can always be so honest."
There are many disciples in the Jiejiao Sect, and Tongtian Sect Master is willing to give all living beings in the world a chance to hear, so it is inevitable that the characters of the disciples are mixed.
The Emei family is a wealthy and powerful family. Even if they help out with good intentions, there is no guarantee that those being helped may become jealous and do something bad in secret.
It would be fine if the three religions of Xuanmen could continue to prosper, but Fu Li knew that after the catastrophe of the Conferred Gods, Xuanmen would decline and Buddhism would rise.
In addition, the Heavenly Court controls the List of Gods and has grown stronger by recruiting a large number of fresh blood from the Jiejiao Sect, further squeezing the living space of the Xuanmen Sect.
By that time, those who harbor ill will towards Emei might collude with the Heavenly Court or the West to commit evil.
Ling Zhuzi comforted him, "Master Zhao knows how to act, you don't have to worry."
Fu Li shook her head and said worriedly, "You know my teacher is obsessed with business and doesn't care about anything else. I'm just worried that he might be deceived."
Lingzhuzi was silent for a moment.
He remembered Zhao Gongming holding his hand before leaving Emei. The worry on his face was exactly the same as Fu Li's at this moment. He sighed and said, "You know, my disciple is not very smart. Please take good care of her and don't let her be deceived by others."
Should we say that this master and disciple are worrying too much, or that they lack self-awareness?
Before this thought came to an end, Fu Li on the opposite side suddenly stood up, took out a connector and started sending messages using his spiritual sense.
He walked over and took a look. The last message was sent at the end of the afternoon yesterday.
At this point, we have to mention one thing: people only know that Nuwa repaired the sky, but they don’t know that the calendar used in the three realms of the ancient world was also formulated and adjusted and modified by Nuwa many times.
Originally, the twelve hours of the day were established and maintained by Xihe, the sun god and demon queen. After Xihe's death, this important task was taken over by Nuwa.
Lingzhuzi grew up in the Wahuang Palace, and he knew very well what time was the end of the Shen period!
Because he knew this, he was even more speechless, even a little bitter: "You two are really that serious as master and disciple? You contact each other every day, and you still ask me to help pass on the message."
Wait, contact every day?
Suddenly remembering that he also had a connector, he quickly took it out, clicked on the message bar, and sure enough, saw a lot of messages pop up.
Without exception, these messages were sent by Fu Li.
He used his spiritual sense to control it and quickly slid to the first track.
Emei Dai Fuli: Are we there yet?
Then came the second one, sent a quarter of an hour later.
Emei Dai Fuli: Why didn't you reply to me just now? Did something unexpected happen on the way?
Article 3.
Dai Fuli of Emei: Lingzhuzi, please reply to me when you see me.
Article 4.
Dai Fuli from Emei: I asked Nuwa, and she actually replied to me, saying that you had arrived yesterday.
After turning to this point, Lingzhuzi turned her head and looked at Fuli: It turns out that she knew that I was in seclusion a long time ago.
Looking at the messages on the connector one by one, Lingzhuzi finally understood her concerns.
Not only her, but even he himself couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he read the messages afterwards. She sent them one after another in her busy schedule, but there was no response at all. Even though she knew he was safe, she couldn't help but have wild thoughts.
Thinking of his previous indifference, he felt a little ashamed.
Fu Li had just finished talking to her teacher and was contentedly putting the communicator away. Ling Zhuzi stepped forward and said, "I shouldn't have worried you by not replying."
Fu Li was startled, confused as to why he had suddenly intervened in such a confusing situation. Ling Zhuzi held up the connector and waved it before her eyes, saying sheepishly, "I just remembered I still have this thing with me."
It is something that has never existed in the ancient times. Even if he carries it with him all the time, he will not be able to remember it if no one mentions it.
"Then you are really behind the times."
Fu Li took his and manually operated it, entering a livestream in a matter of seconds. Inside, clouds and mist swirled, cranes soared, and a gray-robed Taoist priest sat atop a cascading waterfall. Accompanied by the gurgling sound of flowing water, the Taoist priest's voice was gentle and peaceful, truly like the supreme virtue of water.
"This is... Master Duobao?" Lingzhuzi's eyes widened. "He actually preached on this?"
How long has the connector been around? Isn’t Master Duobao’s efficiency too high?
Fu Li smiled complacently and pointed to the data in the upper left corner: "Look at the number of people online."
Lingzhuzi took a closer look and muttered, "Two hundred and three thousand."
The next moment he reacted, his eyes widening again as he said in surprise, "It's only been a month... No, less than a month, and you've already sold 200,000?"
"Yes." Fu Li nodded proudly, like a cat with its tail cocked. "This data is absolutely honest and there is no fabrication at all."
Lingzhuzi, however, missed the point: "Can data be falsified?"
Fu Li didn't shy away from him and said bluntly, "If necessary."
It’s just a matter of adding a small plug-in. There’s no need to trouble the three saints. Taiyi Zhenren can do it.
"Look again, who is this?"
The slender hand slid across the screen for a while, and the rustling sound of the sword came into the ears, mixed with the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.
As expected, the background of this live broadcast room is a bamboo forest. A man with a Taoist bun on his head, dressed in a green robe, holding a long sword as nimble as a dragon, who else could it be but Jade Ding Zhenren?
"Why is Master Yu Ding here to join in the fun?" Lingzhuzi was even more surprised.
If Duobao Zhenren's characteristic is his courtesy, then Yuding Zhenren is famous among the three religions for his seriousness, extreme seriousness. To say that he is serious is to describe him as amiable.
Lingzhuzi originally thought that people like him would find it difficult to accept new things, but he never expected that he would be so trendy.
Fu Li smiled and said, "That's why you can't judge a person by his appearance. I'll show you another one, and I guarantee you'll be even more surprised."
As her fingers slid, Lingzhuzi guessed, "Who is it? Could it be Third Master? After all, he's a saint's... master?"
Who else could that middle-aged Taoist priest sitting on the cloud bed and spitting out lotus flowers from his mouth be but Yuanshi Tianzun?
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