Qingfengzi sighed and helped the two of them up.
"Get up, all of you. We've already come all this way, are we really going to abandon you just because we're angry?"
After the group finished their meal, Qingfeng Daoren suggested, "Why don't we go to the back mountain and see that mountain official?"
No one objected. Unexpectedly, the villagers at the entrance had not dispersed, some squatting and some sitting on the ground.
One by one, they were dressed in tattered clothes and had numb eyes. When they saw Lu Pengyun leading Qingfengzi, they stood up and came forward to greet him.
“Lu Cunsheng, why did you bring this group of outsiders? If we offend Master Shan, our entire Wazi Village will suffer.”
"That's right! Even if your father is the village chief, he can't make decisions for us."
“Our village of Wazi has been made up of bricklayers for generations. It’s rare that this heavy rain has brought out the God of Wealth from the mountains, giving us a way out. What are you doing!”
"That's right, that's right! In my opinion, we should drive these outsiders out!"
"Yes! Get them out of there."
As the villagers began to talk amongst themselves, their emotions gradually became agitated.
Some even picked up the tools and prepared to start working.
Lu Pengyun stood in front of everyone from beginning to end, which earned him some respect.
Mao Junjie quickly shielded Kui Kui behind him.
"Kui Kui, don't be afraid, your martial uncle will protect you! I'll reason with them."
Kui Kui tugged at Mao Junjie's sleeve and said, "Uncle-Master, did you come from a wealthy family since childhood?"
Mao Junjie turned his head with a blank expression and said, "Is it that obvious?"
"Yes, from the gift you gave me when we first met, I knew that my martial uncle was not born into an ordinary family."
"Sigh, those are just worthless trinkets." Mao Junjie chuckled and scratched his head.
"You call pure gold rice a worthless trinket? Uncle-Master, you've gone too far with your Versailles-like attitude."
“Uncle-Master, with your family background, you have no way of understanding what it means for people from poor and remote areas to become unruly. You can’t reason with them; they won’t listen.”
"If you want to exchange sincerity for sincerity, you might have to die before they'll remember your kindness."
As if in response to Kui Kui's words, before Lu Pengyun could finish explaining, the burly man in the lead shoved him to the ground.
The burly man glanced at Mao Junjie, then immediately turned the wooden stick he was holding and smashed it down on Lu Pengyun's head.
Kui Kui, quick-witted and agile, caught the burly man's wooden stick with his bare hands.
The burly man was also taken aback.
Kui Kui was so beautiful that even in the most ordinary T-shirt and jeans, all the women in the village combined couldn't compare to her looks.
What was even more alarming was that he had used all his strength, thinking he would have hurt the beautiful woman.
But the woman caught the stick with ease.
"Brother, wait a minute, fellow villagers, please hear me out too."
The burly man felt lightheaded at being called "Big Brother," and quickly withdrew his wooden stick, saying guiltily, "Little Sister, please speak. We'll listen to you."
Kui Kui smiled at the villagers and helped Lu Pengyun up.
"Everyone has misunderstood."
"Mr. Lu invited us here not to ruin everyone's path to wealth, but on the contrary, to help everyone."
"Is what you're saying true, young lady?"
The burly man in the lead looked at Lu Pengyun, his tone still questioning, but his expression had softened considerably.
Although Lu Pengyun was as upright as his father, he was more quick-witted than Lu Zhengming and immediately understood Kui Kui's meaning, nodding hurriedly.
"Yes, I swear to God, everything that Fairy Kui said is true."
He and his father invited the Taoist priests, precisely to help the villagers!
Kui Kui: "..."
She temporarily accepted the strange title of "fairy nun" and continued, "We are not only here to help you, but also to help the God of Wealth of the Mountain."
The burly man glanced at the villagers behind him, thought for a moment, and said, "Alright, you're so beautiful, you definitely wouldn't lie to me."
"If you need any help, Fairy, just come to me. I'm stronger than Lu Cunsheng. My name is Wang Ba."
Kui Kui: "..."
"Thank you, Brother Wang. We plan to visit the Mountain God of Wealth first. Would you all be so kind as to make way for us?"
"Hahaha! Of course!" Wang Ba waved to the villagers behind him.
The crowd immediately made way for them.
Once the villagers were far behind, Qingfengzi muttered, "Two-faced, they're making the dead sound alive."
"You're envious, aren't you? My nephew is so smart and articulate, unlike your apprentice, who's a mute."
Qingfengzi was furious, but was pulled back by his little apprentice who had been following him.
Kui Kui also tugged at Mao Junjie.
"Uncle-Master, do not speak falsehoods."
Because the two were moving in such a synchronized manner, they couldn't help but look at each other.
Qingfengzi originally had two disciples, but because of a bet he made with Wuwei Daoren, he sent one of them back to Youqiu Biying Temple.
The disciple who stayed behind had fair skin and red lips, and didn't say a word on the way, making him very inconspicuous.
Kui Kui gave him an apologetic smile, and the latter returned a polite smile.
The two then ceased all further communication.
The group followed Lu Pengyun to the back mountain.
The moon is bright and the stars are few.
Beyond a barren field, there was a mountain.
The mountain appears to have been sculpted by a master craftsman.
An ancient high-ranking official, wearing an official hat and holding a tablet, looked down with a serious expression, as if he were looking at this group of uninvited guests.
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