My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

Since the prayer for rain began, the celestial phenomena in Qufu have been extremely strange.

Fortunately, the strange astronomical phenomena were short-lived, and each time they seemed to be passing by, passing by in a flash without killing anyone.

Even so, the idea that preaching induces strange things began to spread among the people.

The two temples were the first to be hit.

On the other hand, the Journey to the West Taoist Temple entered disaster relief mode in a timely manner.

Those who were hit by hail and caught a cold from the snow received immediate medical treatment and comfort.

As a result of this incident, not only did the rumors decrease, but they also began to lean towards the Bodhi Seed Temple.

The three brothers with thunder faces kept sighing while delivering eggs and medicine to the victims.

"I'm afraid this is all within Lord Shen's expectations?"

"Step by step, flawless..."

"Hey, the other side's loss is not unfair... Master?"

Lian Zhan looked back in confusion.

Lei Gong Face asked curiously, "That Lord Shen, has he always acted like this?"

Lian Zhan said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense."

"what?"

"You thought Brother Shen was on the fifth floor, but he is actually on the ninety-ninth floor."

Lei Gong's face suddenly understood, and he immediately gave a thumbs up: "Lord Shen is unparalleled in wisdom and strategy!"

"Unparalleled in wisdom and strategy? Humph," Lian Zhan cursed, "You thought Brother Shen was on the ninety-ninth floor, but actually Brother Shen is on the first floor!"

The three of them were stunned for a moment.

Mai said in a muffled voice: "Don't speculate, Brother Shen is just kind, nothing else."

"Oh oh oh..."

The three thunder gods looked unhappy.

They were all great figures in the Three Kingdoms period. They usually boasted of being wise, but it turned out that they couldn't understand what it meant to be given eggs as a gift, and they couldn't understand even more when eggs were sold on credit.

"Eh? He Cong..."

He Cong, who was busy recording the supplies, shuddered and smiled flatteringly: "What do you want, Lord?"

Lei Gong Face whispered: "You have also come into contact with Lord Shen, what do you feel?"

He Cong swallowed his saliva and gave a thumbs up: "That's awesome!"

Thunder God Face sighed: "You are also a person of character, no wonder Lord Shen would use you."

"Your Excellency is too kind," He Cong said in a panic, "I am only willing to work for Master Shen and Your Excellency..."

As he was speaking, a man hurried over to He Cong and whispered something to him. He Cong felt annoyed and frowned.

"Uh, Lord..."

Lei Gonglian waved his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you for raising the supplies this time. You can come to settle the bill later. If you have anything to do, go ahead."

After watching He Cong leave, Lei Gong Lian found Lian Zhan again.

"Master Shen really wants to use this person?"

Lian Zhan tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

Thunder God Face said: "No matter what, this person is also from Bodhizi's side, I'm just afraid..."

Lian Zhan nodded: "Then go and kill him."

"Master, I am wrong."

Lei Gonglian touched his nose and ran away.

Lian Zhan watched them leave and sighed, "It seems very strange."

"Indeed," Mai said in a muffled voice, "Brother Shen is very thrifty."

"Economy?" Lian Zhan was puzzled. "Where did you get this idea from?"

"Otherwise, why does Brother Shen always use the enemy instead of us?"

Lian Zhan nodded in dismay, and after a while he suddenly sighed, "Is the enemy so easy to use?"

Mai pondered for a while and said, "Should we try it next time?"

Lian Zhan was shocked, his eyes full of Mai Yi, you are so ordinary, yet so confident.

Bodhi seed temple.

He Cong returned in a hurry and just as he opened the door, a dark shadow came towards him.

He ducked down, and the teapot hit the door frame and bounced back, breaking a porcelain chip on the back of his head.

He Cong was shocked.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

The temple keeper missed and cursed with a dark face: "Where did you go?"

He Cong's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled flatteringly, "Uncle, you know, my nephew..."

"I know," the temple keeper scolded, "You are using my uncle's bowl to eat your opponent's food. He Cong, you really make me, your uncle, look at you in a new light!"

He Cong hurriedly said: "Uncle, we are just doing business..."

Bang!
The temple keeper smashed the teacup: "Simple? What were you doing just now?"

My uncle really knew...

He Cong felt bitter and his mind raced. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he stepped forward courageously.

"Uncle, I was just about to tell you about this. The rumors out there are a bit unpleasant... Please don't hit me yet. Listen to what I have to say before you hit me!"

When He Cong finished speaking, the temple keeper's face darkened and he cursed, "How dare a bunch of fickle people ruin the reputation of the Holy Master!"

"Uncle, the main thing is that this celestial phenomenon is really strange, it has never happened before, but..."

"But what?"

"But strangely, few people curse the dojo across the street."

The temple keeper frowned and looked at He Cong suspiciously.

"Something's wrong. Logically, his prediction should be more accurate. Why..."

He Cong sighed: "The dojo over there started disaster relief immediately."

"Disaster relief?" The temple keeper asked in surprise, "Why would you have such an idea?"

"I don't know either," He Cong sighed, "but I think that this is probably why people are not scolded."

"Hmph," the temple keeper cursed, "They relied on their little cleverness to stir up trouble. They really angered the Holy Master. I will destroy them all!"

What I mean is, the Holy Master is not angry now?
"Then why are you so angry, uncle..."

Seeing that his uncle's hands were itching again and he started to touch things, He Cong hurriedly asked, "Uncle, does the Holy Master have any instructions?"

“No.” The temple keeper’s face became even worse when he mentioned this. “After praying for rain, the Holy Master has no more orders. Now I don’t know what to do.”

He Cong hurriedly said, "Uncle, I think it is most important to stabilize the situation now. Otherwise, once the Saint Master gives another order, the situation will be over... I'm afraid that uncle will be blamed."

The temple keeper was secretly shocked, and after carefully stroking it, his face turned pale.

"The Holy Master is only responsible for preaching, and all affairs of the temple are taken care of by me, the temple priest..."

Oh shit, it’s really possible!
He could no longer sit still, so he stood up and paced anxiously. The more he thought about it, the weaker his legs became and the paler his face became.

"Damn it, you guys preached your way and put me under a siege!" He suddenly stopped and hated He Cong again, "And you, a traitor, are still doing business with them. Where's my knife..."

After He Cong lit the fire, he was no longer so afraid and hurried forward to persuade them.

"Uncle, there is a way..."

The temple keeper was suspicious: "Do you have a solution?"

"It's very simple," He Cong said solemnly, "We will do whatever they do."

"You mean... disaster relief?" The temple keeper gritted his teeth in anger. "How dare you think that? The Holy Master preaches, and only others pay tribute and offer money. You... where are you from?"

He Cong sighed, "Let's not talk about anything else, uncle, if this continues, do you think the incense money for the Taoist temple will be more or less?"

"Of course..." The temple keeper gritted his teeth, "Using incense money to relieve the disaster? This is absolutely impossible!"

He Cong also gritted his teeth.

"Uncle, it's already this late and you're still hesitating. I'll pay for it!"

The temple keeper was stunned and said: "He Cong, you..."

He Cong said seriously: "I understand the truth. Only when the uncle is good, the nephew will be good."

When Shen Qingyun returned to the city, he saw that Bodhizi’s people had also begun to provide disaster relief.

He was still secretly praising them in his heart when Lei Gong Lian and others came to complain.

"Sir Shen, it must be that fellow He Cong..."

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "That's great! If it's really him, I'll give him a compliment."

Lei Gonglian really couldn't understand it this time.

"Sir Shen, if this happens, the situation will change, which is not a good thing for us."

"We need to look at the overall situation," Shen Qingyun explained. "My three lords traveled all the way to seek the true scriptures for the sake of the people of the Three Kingdoms. Now someone is willing to provide disaster relief... Tsk, it seems like we have a common goal."

Seeing that Shen Qingyun was serious, the three men with thunder faces had no choice but to leave.

"My Lord, wait a minute," Shen Qingyun called out to the others, "If the two sides don't communicate with each other, the efficiency of disaster relief will not be high. We can contact them so that they don't have to go and rescue him right after we rescue him..."

Now I am really convinced!

Lei Gong smiled bitterly and said goodbye.

Shen Qingyun walked around the inner and outer cities.

Although the sky changed from time to time, people gradually adapted to it over time, and both sides of the temple were engaged in disaster relief, so the situation really stabilized.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the main theme has changed..."

Shen Qingyun liked to see such a scene of unity, and after walking for a while, he found that some shops were raising funds, so he took out his wallet and donated some.

"Young Master is so righteous, donate a hundred gold coins!"

The shopkeeper who was in charge of recording howled as if he had seen a ghost, and five steps away the waiter banged the gong to make an announcement.

Shen Qingyun bowed his hands and circled them, then asked, "Just a charity donation? How's the situation?"

"I'll let you know," the shopkeeper said bitterly, "I've been busy for more than an hour, and the total amount is not even enough for you. But I can understand that the situation is not good now, and people are panicking..."

Shen Qingyun nodded to show his understanding, and after thinking for a while, he said, "If the owner is really interested, he can also hold a charity sale or something."

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Business is usually not very good... Well, wait a moment, young master, I'll go ask the boss."

The boss is open-minded, but not optimistic.

"No problem," Shen Qingyun rolled up his sleeves, "My family is also engaged in business. I am not talented, but I have some experience. I can help... What are you selling?"

"Uh, coffin..."

I went to sloppy!
Shen Qingyun leaned back, and only then did he see the words "Ge Li Shou Ban Store" written on the shop sign, with couplets written on both sides - "People don't live for a thousand years, but things only live for a hundred years..."

I am blind too.

Shen Qingyun quickly took out his wallet and said, "I'll donate a little more..."

"No, no, no, you have donated enough."

"The family is not short of money."

"It's not about the money," the shopkeeper said with a smile, "Our boss also wants to see your business skills. He just said that if your business skills are useful, he is willing to donate another thousand taels of silver for disaster relief!"

To be honest, I look down on money.

Shen Qingyun was a little unhappy, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Selling this won't have any impact on me, right?"

"Of course there is!"

“Then I’ll still donate…”

"Accumulate hidden virtues!"

"If you say so..." Shen Qingyun said stiffly, "Okay, I'll try."

While the people in the coffin shop were preparing, he racked his brains to think of a solution.

The coffin is forever, but a bottle will last forever?

Good coffin, made by Geli?
Just do it?

"It's all right, but who would buy this kind of thing and keep it at home..."

I have to force it!
"Sir, I'm ready."

"Okay, let's go take a look...hiss!" Shen Qingyun walked around the corner and pointed at a row of coffins and said in surprise, "Are all the coffins in your house colorful?"

The shopkeeper hurriedly introduced: "The products in our shop are all made of the finest pear wood, supplemented with colorful tung oil..."

Just now you said that your business is not doing well, have you ever thought about the reason?

Shen Qingyun gritted his teeth and walked to the stage.

People were coming and going in his field of vision, and every glance seemed to be poking at his lungs.

"Everything is for the sake of accumulating good karma!"

Taking a deep breath, he smiled broadly and shouted, "The Geli Coffin Shop is holding a charity sale. All proceeds will be used for disaster relief... Look at this coffin, it's big and spacious. You can turn over twice in one breath..."

puff!
The shopkeeper sprayed it directly.

Before he could go up and pull the person out, a group of people surrounded them.

"Wow, this coffin is so beautiful, little brother, let me have a bite!"

"How dare you call me little brother? Little brother, there are three people in my family, I bought three...Also, what's your last name, little brother?"

"A family of three is also qualified to buy such a beautiful coffin?" A rich woman played with the precious ring on her finger in a show-off manner, her eyes were drawn, and her tone was flattering and arrogant, "Brother, I'll pay for everything, but I don't know if you are willing to turn over in it with me?"

Shen Qingyun was dumbfounded.

"Isn't this the rich woman that Brother Tuoba has always dreamed of?"

Why did I encounter this!
"Spending huge amounts of money for disaster relief is a noble act, sister," he said solemnly, "Although sister only bought a few dozen coffins, in fact, she bought tens of thousands of lives. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Sister can be called the most philanthropist of our time, a living bodhisattva..."

The rich woman's eyes were filled with heart-shaped circles.

"Am I as good as he says..."

These words flattered the rich woman, and after completing the transfer of the payment for the goods, Shen Qingyun started to run, but was stopped again as he turned a corner.

"It's you?"

The visitor was surprised: "Sir, do you know me?"

How can you not recognize him? What a high-level black!
Shen Qingyun looked back and saw that the people from the coffin shop did not come after him. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he cupped his hands and said, "I wonder if you have blocked my way. What can I do for you?"

The senior black man hurriedly returned the gift, and then said with admiration: "Young Master, your attainments in business are extraordinary. I, Ma Geli, am convinced!"

"Ah, you just saw...eh?" Shen Qingyun gradually widened his eyes, "Are you the owner of the Geli Shouban Shop?"

Ma Geli smiled and said, "That's me."

Shen Qingyun was annoyed and said with a smile: "Boss Ma, you are too kind. I just did a small thing and can't take it seriously..."

"Oh?" Ma Geli was shocked. "Selling twelve coffins in one go is just a small business? Shopkeeper, bring out twenty more. I want to open my eyes today. Please, sir!"

Okay, if you are willing to die, I am willing to bury you.

Shen Qingyun also acted badly. He walked back to the platform, too lazy to say anything, and just smiled.

Ma Geli and the shopkeeper stared with wide eyes.

"One, two, three... Boss, we've sold three coffins already, that's more than we sell in a year!"

"Tell me, what kind of business is this?"

"I didn't understand it before. These three... all of them were women. They all said their husbands had just passed away?"

"Is it popular to kill your husband in Qufu now?"

"I'm afraid it just became a trend... Eh? Finally a guy is here!"

……

The two men looked at the man.

Shen Qingyun's gaze also fell on the man. He was stunned at first, then he bowed and spoke with a smile.

"I have met the Holy Master. Is the Holy Master also here to buy a coffin?"

Bodhizi's face was calm, and his golden eyes never left Shen Qingyun.

Send eggs.

Buy eggs on credit.

Mortals pray for rain.

"Now, we have to add the coffin seller..."

Sell ​​it to me.

"As expected of the opponent I identified, he is the one who wants to solve the problem."

Bodhizi was targeted, his eyes gradually became stronger, and he chuckled, "I'm sorry, my subordinates are ignorant, seeing you provide disaster relief, so they followed suit, ruining your good deeds."

Shen Qingyun was slightly stunned, and said sincerely: "Seeing the Taoist temple providing disaster relief shows that the Holy Master cares about the people of Qufu. I am only happy, how could I be upset."

Bodhizi narrowed his eyes.

After a long time, he didn't find any hypocrisy and felt suspicious.

"Is he really happy?"

The only reason is that he is happy because I imitate him.

The fighting spirit in my heart thus intensified.

"In that case, Master Shen makes me look up to him."

"Saint Master, you are too kind," Shen Qingyun smiled modestly and pointed at the coffin behind him, "How about I introduce you to Saint Master?"

Bodhizi said calmly: "I have the confidence, so there is no need. If you want, I can buy one."

"A coffin!" Shen Qingyun shouted to the shopkeeper, and then smiled at Bodhizi, "Saint Master, what you said is true. Who needs a coffin? Aren't they all helping the disaster victims?"

Bodhizi frowned: "What does this have to do with the disaster victims?"

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "This is a charity sale. All proceeds will be used for disaster victims. Uh... it seems that Saint Master doesn't know? Then this coffin..."

Not directed at me?

"That means they don't see me..."

Bodhizi was filled with anger and said with a smile, "Since it is disaster relief..."

Shen Qingyun's eyes lit up.

"I understand... Shopkeeper, write it down. There are ten people in the Saint Master's Dojo in the west of the city! Waiter, strike your gong, and make it louder!"

Amid the clanging sounds, Bodhizi moved aside and watched Shen Qingyun selling coffins quietly.

A total of five batches of more than 100 coffins were sold out. The charity sale ended, but the number of onlookers did not decrease.

Shen Qingyun bowed in a circle and shouted, "We are deeply touched by the enthusiasm of all the villagers for disaster relief. Today's charity sale in our store ends here. We don't get much, but we only hope that it can be a good example to help more disaster victims live in peace..."

These words won rounds of applause.

"Do you think it's useful?"

Shen Qingyun was startled: "What do you mean by this, Saint Master?"

Bodhizi said calmly: "The mortal world is nothing but the red dust, and mortals are nothing more than desires. What you have done may make them temporarily moved, and tomorrow, everything will be the same as before."

"That makes sense," Shen Qingyun nodded, "but after I finish what I want to do, what does tomorrow have to do with me?"

Bodhizi looked at Shen Qingyun deeply and said, "Leave the city?"

Shen Qingyun looked down at his hands, then raised his head and said, "You choose the place."

Bodhizi nodded and strolled away.

Shen Qingyun watched them go for a while, then turned back to Ma Geli and said, "Boss Ma, it's better not to give the relief money directly to the victims. You can help them find some jobs, so that they can work in exchange for relief..."

After watching Shen Qingyun leave, Ma Geli and the shopkeeper looked at each other.

"Work-for-relief...Boss, what does that mean?"

Ma Geli, who listened to the entire conversation between Bodhizi and Shen Qingyun, took a deep breath.

"What do you mean? In front of desire, there is a threshold called self-salvation... This Mr. Shen is really talented."

More than 100,000 miles north of Junhun Peak.

Bodhi's escape light condensed and his figure gradually appeared.

Shen Qingyun didn't slow down for long.

But when he saw that the other party chose this place, he was frightened.

"Elder Di from the Yunxiu Sect, will he show up again?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Bodhizi spoke.

"I heard from Liu Xin that he suffered a crushing defeat here last time, so we chose this place to avenge him."

This sentence reveals a lot.

Shen Qingyun savored it for a while and felt a little puzzled.

"If that's what you mean, why don't you choose the place 200,000 miles south of Beizhou County?"

Bodhizi was startled: "What do you mean?"

Shen Qingyun smiled with great confidence: "The place where I slapped you last time."

Bodhizi was even more stunned, then he burst into laughter, too lazy to explain, and simply bowed with his palms raised.

"Bodhi seed of the Western Sect, nice to meet you fellow Taoist."

With a bow, golden light surged towards Shen Qingyun. (End of this chapter)