Chapter 109: The Monster Catcher Becomes the Boss Who Rules the Monster World (6)
After the old Taoist with white beard knew the villagers' intention, he stroked his beard slowly.
"Don't worry, everyone. Within ten days, I will bring the demon king to justice. It's best for everyone to stay out of the house for the next few days, to prevent the demon king from suddenly attacking and causing unnecessary harm to you."
The villagers looked at each other, full of doubts about what the old Taoist with white beard said. One of them, who was impatient, couldn't help but say,
"Elder, it's not that we don't believe you. You said the same thing half a month ago. Why do you still want ten more days? Ten more days. If the demon king isn't brought to justice, we'll starve to death first."
"Yeah, yeah," the others murmured.
The old Taoist with white beard was used to being praised, but now he was humiliated in front of so many people. The kind smile on his face disappeared without a trace.
"I said ten days, and that's ten days, no more." According to the time, Xu Cheng should have found Ning Zhenan.
He understood Ning Zhen'an. Although he lived in seclusion now, his compassion for the world would never change. Otherwise, he would not have left in anger after hearing their slogan that no monster could be left alive, and there had been no news from him for more than ten years.
Fortunately, he left, otherwise he would not be the Grand Elder of Qingshan Sect today. If he wants to accomplish great things, he still needs someone like him who is resourceful and ruthless.
In three days, Xu Cheng should bring him here.
Whitebeard looked up at the newly sculpted golden statue in the hall, a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes. This golden statue should have been his.
The villagers noticed his displeasure, opened their mouths, and finally said only one sentence,
"I'll leave everything up to the Great Elder," he said embarrassedly as he left.
All the villagers left, except Muyan, who sat in the chair without moving.
"Donor, do you have anything else to say?" asked the old Taoist with white beard.
Mu Yan nodded, "I have something to talk to you about."
Seeing that she was still young and cute, Whitebeard softened his tone unconsciously.
"Please speak, benefactor."
"I want to build a house recently, but I can't find anyone to build it, so I want you to help me," Mu Yan said in a calm tone.
"Donor, you've come to the wrong place. Qingshan Sect is a place to exorcise demons and monsters, not a place to help people build houses," the white-bearded Taoist priest patiently explained to her.
Mu Yan tilted her head, as if she was really thinking about what he said. After a while, she spoke again.
"But I just want your help, what should I do?"
The old Taoist with white beard ran out of patience and waved his hand to the young disciple at the door, "Please ask this donor to leave the mountain gate."
The young disciple immediately obeyed the order, "Please come this way, benefactor."
Mu Yan lazily raised her head and glanced at the slightly immature little bald head in front of her.
"Are golden fruits beautiful?" she said lightly, startling the little bald man and the old Taoist with white beard.
"How can we allow you to slander our Qingshan Sect, which has had a good reputation for more than ten years?" The old Taoist with white beard was experienced and would not be intimidated by her words. He scolded her harshly.
The frightened little bald head heard the white-bearded man's scolding. He had been feeling guilty and didn't dare to look at Muyan. But now, as if he had found someone who could give him courage, he stiffened his neck and started scolding Muyan.
Muyan was given a headache by the crosstalk-like coordination between the two people. She took out a pill from her sleeve and put one into each of their mouths while they opened their mouths to talk.
The little bald guy just felt an itch in his throat, and when he opened his mouth again, he could no longer make any sound. He was so anxious that he kept pointing at his throat towards the white-bearded old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist with white beard couldn't make a sound either, but he was not as impatient as the little bald man. He looked at Muyan, who had been sitting quietly on the chair, with a gloomy face. After a while, he picked up a pen and paper from the table, wrote down a sentence, and handed it to Muyan.
"Didn't I tell you that I want you to help me build a house?" Mu Yan still looked calm.
The old Taoist with white beard was so irritated by her appearance that he swung the whisk in his hand and was about to attack Muyan.
When Muyan looked up, she saw a fat old man with a white beard walking towards her like a fat sticky corn.
In a flash, she pulled out the whip from her waist and swung it out. The whip seemed to have hands and tightly tied the Taoist's whisk.
Seeing this, Mu Yan smiled roguely and turned around a few times, and the old Taoist with white beard was tied up by his whip.
"If you dare to go out and call for help, I will kill him immediately," the little bald man was about to run out to call for help, but his feet tightened and he was forced to hold down his feet.
The pale face of the old Taoist priest with white beard turned red with anger and shame. He was the elder of Qingshan Sect, but he was not able to defeat the little girl in one move.
Mu Yan pretended not to see it, pulled the whip, and dragged him to the back hall.
"You'd better follow me closely," he didn't forget to warn the little bald head behind him.
Muyan pulled the old Taoist priest along, as if they were walking around their own house, and soon they arrived at their destination, the bedroom of the old Taoist priest with white beard.
"Go and move that cabinet away," she said to the little bald man, pointing to the wardrobe next to the old Taoist's bed.
The little bald boy didn't want to go, but was frightened by her fierce look and shrank his shoulders. He had to go over and move the wardrobe away.
The old Taoist with white beard was like a wooden man without consciousness. He watched the wardrobe being moved away and saw the wall without any abnormality. He felt a glimmer of hope in his heart that she would not know.
The next second, Mu Yan walked to the wall, touched it a few times, curled her lips into a smile, and pressed lightly with her hand. The wall that had been intact just now began to move slowly.
When the old Taoist saw the secret door open, he was completely stunned. How could she know this? Before he had time to think, he was dragged into the secret room. The little bald man was also dumbfounded and followed him into the secret room.
As soon as he entered the secret room, the little bald man was completely stunned by the gold in the entire secret room. His mouth was so open in shock that an egg could fit in it.
How could the Great Elder have so much gold?
The little bald man thought of the small golden fruit the old man had given him, which was as big as the tip of his finger, and cursed the old man for being stingy.
Muyan casually took two gold bricks from the pile and knocked them in front of the old Taoist.
"That's great! I was just worried about not having enough money to build a house, but now I have it."
The old Taoist priest with white beard was shocked by her shamelessness and stared at her with his cloudy eyes wide open.
Mu Yan patted the Taoist priest's face with a gold brick and said, "Very good. We have the money and the people. All we need is to choose an auspicious day to start the work."
The old Taoist wailed for a long time, wanting to say something, but was knocked unconscious by Mu Yan's knife. Seeing this, the little bald man waved at her and lay down on the ground.
Muyan raised her eyebrows and felt much better because of his understanding.
Although he was lying on the ground, Muyan still used Wanzi's sleeping pill bag to make both of them unconscious.
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