83 Chapter 83
The room suddenly became extremely quiet, with only the golden hill making its presence felt.
It wasn't that the Qingfeng Sword Sect hadn't seen much and was intimidated by such a large sum of money. After all, such a large sect was here, and almost a month's expenses would require this "small gold mountain". But this was earned by Xuan Mo alone in less than half a year! And he made five times as much in one go!
By this calculation, Xuan Mo can almost support the entire sect by himself. Although we sword cultivators are used to being frugal in our daily lives, is this rate of making money really reasonable?
"How...how did they make so much money?" The clan leader's voice trembled, and he sounded cautious, like an old father who was afraid his child would go astray.
"What kind of job are you doing? Did you join the demon cultivators to rob people? Or did you learn from them to cheat people? That wouldn't be so fast."
Even if someone blocked the intersection and robbed people without sleep, they wouldn't be able to get so many high-grade spirit stones in just a few months!
"Brother, I didn't rob or cheat. I was just acting." Xuan Mo explained calmly, as if these spirit stones were nothing to him. "I signed a contract with the Hehuan Sect, and these are my fees for my acting."
"You let go..." Before he could subconsciously utter a curse word, the sect leader finally maintained basic restraint: "Ahem! What kind of play can pay you so much money? Wouldn't the Hehuan Sect lose a lot of money?"
"Master, I think the Hehuan Sect... should still be able to profit..." The sword cultivator disciple kneeling below Xuan Mo weakly raised his hand. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he immediately knelt back down.
"That theater in Chaoyin City is really profitable. There's a constant stream of monks going to see the movies every day, and some even come from far away. I also heard they've opened many branches in the city that never sleeps..."
When we left, there was a celebratory notice posted at the door of their shop, saying that the total box office... had exceeded... 10 million spirit stones..."
Ten million? It would take several years of combined output from all the spiritual mines in the Qingfeng Sword Sect to produce that much! No wonder they pay so much to just one actor! The Sect Master was so shocked that he couldn't help but bend down and ask, "Are they still hiring?"
"Fuck you!" He was slapped on the forehead by Taoist Wufeng just as he finished speaking. Taoist Wufeng slammed the table and stood up: "Are you going to take all the sword cultivators to the Hehuan Sect to sell themselves just to make money? What are you thinking?"
"But the sect's finances are really tight..." The sect leader rubbed his hit head and muttered to himself aggrievedly.
"You can't collude with the Hehuan Sect! And Xuan Mo, is it so easy to make money from the Hehuan Sect? Don't go through that hardship in the future. You'd better stay in Yunyin Peak and concentrate on practicing sword!" Taoist Wufeng made the final decision, and the matter ended there. No one raised any objections.
Because this matter was a misunderstanding from beginning to end, and Xuan Mo did not have any emotional involvement with the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, the returning disciples did not receive any punishment, and most of them were just put in solitary confinement for a few days.
Xuan Mo's confinement was even more perfunctory. Basically, he just stayed in his own room in Yunyin Peak for a few days to reflect on himself. In fact, he had been accustomed to such punishment since he was a child, but this time it felt particularly difficult. After all, he had seen a wider world, and young people were always particularly sensitive to the loss of freedom.
But it doesn’t matter, he can still go online.
Every day when I wake up, I practice sword and meditation first. In my spare time, I log into various software to browse. When I am free in the evening, I can chat with Ning Shu on the phone for a long time. I can get through the days of confinement.
Taoist Wufeng felt that his disciple became a little strange after returning from wandering around.
Although he had been put in solitary confinement several times in the past, he was always quiet in the room. Basically, every time he passed by the window, he could only hear the sound of swords waving. When he was really bored, he would find some ancient books to read. In short, Xuan Mo has always been a very obedient and worry-free child.
But this confinement was very strange. Although he could still be seen practicing sword skills diligently every day, for some reason his room became much noisier.
Yes, it is noisy. Sometimes it is the voice of a young girl, sometimes it is some melodious or beautiful or strange singing, and sometimes there are even the voices of many people chatting and talking at the same time. It sounds like there are ten thousand people living in the room.
But every time he opened the door, the voices disappeared. Only Xuan Mo, sitting upright at the desk, turned around and asked, "Master, what's going on?"
This is really strange. Could it be that I am too old and am hallucinating?
Taoist Wufeng looked around the spacious yet simple room with suspicion. Everything was where it should be. The room was empty and there was no place for people to hide, so where did the sound come from?
He walked into the room and looked around again, but still found nothing. Finally, he walked over to Hyun Mo and asked, "Did you hear any noise in this room?"
"No, no..." Xuan Mo didn't dare to raise his head while sitting on the chair. It was obvious that he had never lied before and he felt very guilty.
Taoist Wufeng glanced at the book on the table again. He had seen this page before going down the mountain to train. Now he had been back for three days, and he was still reading this page. So he reached out and picked up the book. Sure enough, there was a strange palm-sized projection hidden underneath. In the picture, a female cultivator was singing and dancing. The subtitles below said something like "Women are tigers" or something like that, but for some reason there was no sound.
"What's going on?" Taoist Wufeng frowned, looking very serious. He followed the spiritual connection and found the glowing double-bodied flower on Xuan Mo's wrist. "What is this?"
"This is the magical instrument that the Hehuan Sect can use to communicate with the outside world..." Xuan Mo handed over the golden silk flower obediently, like a student caught playing with his phone by his teacher. "Master, I practice diligently every day, only in my free time..."
"If you're bored staying in your room, just tell me. Why not go for a stroll in the back mountains or visit other peak masters? I've already told you to stay away from the Hehuan Sect, so why do you keep rushing in?"
The more Taoist Wufeng spoke, the more distressed he became. Feeling that his disciple was becoming increasingly difficult to manage, he took the silk flower and wanted to destroy it, but when he looked down, he saw Xuan Mo looking at the Shuangqi flower with a sad face, his eyes looking pitiful.
Taoist Wufeng: ...
Oh! It's so hard to lead an apprentice!
In the end, he didn't destroy the magical instrument that his disciple loved so much. Instead, he took the silk flower away and said, "You are still in solitary confinement. Stay here and reflect on your actions! I will give you the item if you behave well in the future!"
After returning from Xuan Mo, Taoist Wu Feng began to carefully study the Shuangqi flower that he had confiscated. With his Mahayana cultivation, he explored it inch by inch, looking at the entire flower inside and out, but he did not find any confusing magic array inside.
"Since it can't charm people's hearts, why is Xuan Mo so obsessed with it?" He looked at the fingernail-sized flower in his hand and couldn't help but look puzzled.
His own apprentice knew that Xuan Mo had never been a rebellious and noisy person. On the contrary, he was actually a very focused and quiet person. Once he set his mind to something, he would just work hard silently and would never be disturbed by external things for no reason.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Taoist Wufeng decided to activate this magic weapon himself to check it out. Even if it would put his own life in danger, he had to find out why Xuan Mo was obsessed with this thing.
He was confident that with his profound Mahayana cultivation, this little guy from the Hehuan Sect could not do anything to him.
Tentatively injecting a stream of spiritual energy into the amphibian flower, the activated flower instantly projected a square screen. Unlike the previous scene with the female cultivator singing and dancing, this time the screen was just an ordinary light blue with a few small icons in the upper left corner. It was quiet and silent.
Taoist Wufeng fumbled and studied it for a while, then increased the size of the light screen a little, then hesitated among those fancy patterns, and finally clicked on the icon with the simplest-looking font.
"Seek divination from the immortals, teach and resolve doubts."
Eight strong and thin characters appeared on the screen and then slowly faded away, and then a series of neat characters appeared.
"What a big tone you have! You talk as if it can answer all my questions!" Taoist Wufeng couldn't help but sneer at the eight big words on the screen, then he leaned over to see what the words meant with the attitude of "I want to see what tricks you are playing."
He originally thought that the questions would be filled with obscene and explicit words, but he didn't expect that the questions were all quite serious.
#The Rejuvenation Pill has successfully eliminated the poison! So, how can we improve the quality of the pill? #
#What impact will the cooperation between Jiuyang Sect and Jiuxiao Yunque have on the existing medicine market? Will the value of the Marrow Cleansing Pill depreciate significantly? #
# I seem to have gone a little crazy! Attached is a photo of my injuries. Can any fellow Taoists tell me what went wrong? #
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Various questions closely related to cultivation and life were hung on the screen for everyone to read and refer to. Taoist Wufeng tried to click on a few of them, and the answers from others were also very patient and friendly. Unlike what he had expected, there were many hidden talents among those cultivators he had never met before. There was also a discussion about "What exactly is Tao?", and various talented people with extraordinary insights spoke freely in it.
"The way of alchemy lies not in external things but in the principles of nature..."
"There are thousands of Taos, and even birds and beasts have their own Tao..."
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao..."
"Though our paths may differ, our hearts remain connected. We can truly reach the same destination through different paths..."
Everyone was debating enthusiastically. Some were quoting scriptures, some were going from the basics to the advanced, there were alchemy practitioners, beast taming practitioners, physical practitioners... Everyone wrote down their own experiences and shared them, and they would also comment on each other's debates. The atmosphere was so heated that it seemed like the Daoyuan Ceremony, which was held only once every thousand years.
"Excellent! That's exactly the point. This Taoist fellow's words really resonate with me!" Taoist Wufeng forgot his original purpose as he read. He was so engrossed in a post about cultivating the mind that he didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he saw the author's final words:
"If you like my article, please like and follow me to show your support! Thank you all!"
Taoist Wu Feng carefully searched the entire screen: "Like... What is a like?"
He saw a button with a thumbs-up symbol below the article, and a string of numbers that kept growing, which now exceeded three thousand.
"Could it be this?"
He tentatively clicked the button, and suddenly a window popped up:
"Non-registered members cannot like or collect items. Would you like to log in or register as a member?"
The moment Shuangqihua detects that its owner has left, it will automatically log out of all social accounts of the original owner. This is a setting designed by Ning Shu to protect user privacy.
Taoist Wufeng really wanted to express his support for the author's article, so he followed the instructions and registered a new account. When he came back and clicked the thumbs-up button again, he was finally satisfied to see that the number below had increased by one.
"Since I'm a member, can I speak too?" He had been itching to get involved by watching others debate, so he couldn't resist and posted a post himself:
"The way of swordsmanship lies not in the sharpness of the weapon, but in the tenacity of the mind..."
He sat on the mat and wrote furiously. After publishing the article, he began to look forward to other people's responses. Soon the system prompted that his likes and attention began to increase, and even the comments came very quickly.
"Exactly! Fellow Daoist, you really hit the nail on the head!"
"Hearing your words, I was truly enlightened! I've learned a lot!"
"Fellow Daoist, I think the Dao of Sword and the Dao of Alchemy are actually quite similar..."
Taoist Wufeng was flattered that so many people liked his impromptu article. He began to discuss it enthusiastically with the monks in the comments. He didn't notice the gradually darkening sky and the later time, and was immersed in the communication with his "pen pals".
【Author’s words】
A few days later:
Xuan Mo: Master, I have finished my retreat, where are my magic tools?
Taoist Wu Feng: Ahem... well... you're still young, let me...
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