Jiulong Mountain, Sanqing Temple.
Li Yuanming woke up early in the morning and watched the workers carrying tools inside with a smiling face. He said, "You all have worked hard."
After instructing his junior brother to take care of them, he walked out with light steps, "carelessly" strolling to the back mountain.
The back mountain was a shared area between their Taoist temple and the monastery.
Seeing abbot Yi Yun also practicing martial arts, he stretched lazily and walked over, intentionally complaining, "Ah, it's so noisy. I couldn't sleep well last night, and the sa goes for Zhouzhou. I told her that she didn't need to renovate the Taoist temple. It's not easy for her to earn money with her poor destiny. Why waste money on renovating the temple?"
Although he said that, his expression was not the sa. His beard almost reached the sky.
The abbot Yi Yun ignored him and continued practicing his punches. "Accidentally," he almost hit him, but Li Yuanming dodged quickly. The abbot Yi Yun didn't mind, as if it was just a coincidence.
Li Yuanming snorted. He saw through the old baldy's tricks!
He didn't give up and continued with a straight face, "Taking in disciples to ensure old age, I never thought that I could still enjoy the benefits of a young disciple in my old age."
As he spoke, he glanced at the abbot Yi Yun, who was still smiling, with an unchanged expression. Li Yuanming couldn't help but curl his lips. He didn't believe that the abbot Yi Yun wasn't envious.
The old baldy was good at pretending.
Indeed, the abbot Yi Yun was envious, but what could he do? Zhouzhou was already soone else's disciple.
As for regret, there wasn't much. If they hadn't sent Zhouzhou away back then, they would probably have collapsed long ago.
So he didn't think too much about it now.
Seeing that Li Yuanming still wanted to show off, he asked, "How did Zhouzhou earn the money? Did you ask her?"
After all, she was destitute and still a child. Where did she get so much money?
"Of course, I asked. I am her master; how can I not care about her?" Li Yuanming snorted lightly. "Zhouzhou wrote in her letter that she earned this money by selling dicine. You know, her talent in refining dicine is excellent, and there are many rich people living at the foot of the mountain who value their lives. dicine can be sold at a high price, so she earned a lot of money all at once."
I see.
The abbot Yi Yun nodded. "It seems that your decision to let Zhouzhou leave the mountain was the right one. The foot of the mountain is more suitable for her."
"Of course, I am her master. How can I harm her?" Li Yuanming smiled proudly. "Before she left the mountain, I helped her divine her fortune. It was very auspicious, so I let her leave. Otherwise, I wouldn't bear to let her go."
The abbot Yi Yun glanced at him but didn't expose his after-the-fact statent.
Li Yuanming hadn't shown off enough yet. "And my little disciple is so thoughtful. Unlike her senior brothers, who don't even send a letter after leaving the mountain, I don't know how they are doing. Unlike Zhouzhou, she's so capable. Yi Yun, when our Taoist temple is renovated, co and visit as a guest."
Upon hearing this, Yi Yun glanced at him and said, "This humble monk is a Buddhist. I won't enter your Taoist temple."
"See, it's because your vision is too narrow. Now, Confucianism and Taoism are like one family. We have been neighbors for so many years. How can we not visit each other?"
No matter how good Yi Yun's temper was, he couldn't be bothered to deal with him now.
While he was practicing, his disciple suddenly ran over with a happy expression, "Master, a few benefactors have co to the temple. They said Zhouzhou sent them here to renovate our temple!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Yun's eyebrows relaxed, and he glanced at Li Yuanming beside him, then suddenly smiled, "When our temple is renovated, rember to co as a guest."
Who cares!
Li Yuanming's face turned black and said, "Our old Taoist won't enter your baldy's place. I'm afraid my hair will fall out!"
After speaking, he huffed and walked away, flicking his sleeves in anger.
Looking at his back, Yi Yun couldn't help but shake his head. What a temper he had.
With that in mind, he looked at his disciple and said, "Go and find out where Zhouzhou is living now. Take the dicinal herbs I planted in the backyard and bring them to her."
Since the little girl is now selling dicine, it would be good to give her so dicinal herbs. It's rare that the little girl still rembers her master, and it's not right to take advantage of her generosity.
"Oh, when you deliver the items, make sure to pass by the front of the Taoist temple, let Taoist Li Yuanming see it. Understand?"
Zhouzhou had been longing for his 800-year-old Ginseng King for a long ti. Let's help her with that.
The disciple understood and her eyes lit up. She said loudly, "Understood!"
"Well, go then."
Watching the figure of his disciple leaving, Yi Yun smiled kindly and recited a Buddhist verse, "Amitabha."
He was a Buddhist through and through, born as a Buddha. Let the matter of the Ginseng King be handled by the neighbor next door.
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Zhouzhou was unaware of the situation on the mountain as she busied herself with making dicine. In just two days, the porcelain bottles on the side were already filled up again.
As she fanned herself, she suddenly saw Liu Hanqiu walking in with a dicine box on his back, his brows tightly furrowed, looking burdened. He kept muttering to himself, "It's impossible."
Curiosity piqued, Zhouzhou looked over and asked, "What's impossible?"
Liu Hanqiu snapped out of his thoughts and explained, "It's like this. Earlier, I was treating soone. Their pulse was stable, and their wounds had almost healed, but they still couldn't wake up, and we couldn't figure out why."
"How mysterious," Zhouzhou beca interested. "Who was it?"
"It's the family next door, Master," Liu Hanqiu replied.
"You an Sharp Tongue Uncle's family?" Zhouzhou tilted her head. "Is it Sharp Tongue Uncle or Stinky Little Brother who's sick?"
"Huh?" Liu Hanqiu was taken aback by her reference and looked sowhat bewildered. He asked, "Who are you talking about?"
Zhouzhou described them, and he shook his head. "It's neither of them."
They have other family mbers?
Zhouzhou was surprised. She hadn't seen anyone else besides Ye Lingfeng and Chen Tuo coming and going.
"By the way, they want Master to go and take a look. They're offering a high price for it, this amount," he gestured with one finger.
Thinking highly of herself, Zhouzhou guessed confidently, "100,000!"
Liu Hanqiu replied, "...Master, you can be bolder."
What, 100,000 isn't enough?
Perplexed, Zhouzhou asked, "Is it 1 million?"
"Add another zero," Liu Hanqiu said.
"10 million!!" Zhouzhou's eyes widened suddenly. Since coming down the mountain, she felt like she had lost touch with the concept of money.
People in the foothills spend money like it's just pieces of paper, not caring at all.
"Let's go!" She imdiately nodded, thinking that she could give 70% to Ancestral Master and still have 3 million left, which would be just right for buying gifts for her dad and grandmother.
Ready to take action, the two of them imdiately went next door, with Liu Hanqiu following. He was also curious to find out what was going on.
When they returned, Chen Tuo was surprised, "Doctor Liu, why are you back? Did you forget sothing?"
"No, I brought my Master here to take a look," Liu Hanqiu replied.
"Your Master?" Chen Tuo looked around. "Where is he?"
His gaze fell on Zhouzhou, and he raised an eyebrow. "Little Baldy, why are you here too? Don't tell you're here to sell fake dicine."
Upon hearing this, Liu Hanqiu was dumbfounded, unable to say the words "This is my Master." He stared at Chen Tuo as if he were looking at a fool.
What did he say about the Master selling sothing? Who sells fake dicine?
The majority of the Hemostatic Pills he bought were made by his Master!
Is this person an idiot?
Zhouzhou snorted lightly, giving face to the 10 million, and waved her hand generously, not bothering to argue with him. She turned her head and looked around. "Where's the patient? I'll go take a look."
"So you really ca to sell fake dicine," Chen Tuo teased. Leading her upstairs, he didn't expect much from her, focusing more on Liu Hanqiu. Maybe he could find a solution by looking at it from a different perspective.
As they arrived at a doorway, Chen Tuo asked, "They're right in here, Little Baldy. The scene is a bit eerie. Are you sure you want to go in?"
Zhouzhou gave him a small white-eye, finding him verbose.
Seeing her reaction, Chen Tuo chuckled lightly and pushed the door open.
Just as Zhouzhou was about to enter, her nose twitched, and her footsteps suddenly paused.
Sothing's not right. There's an aura of malevolence!
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