The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 257: Returning Home in Wealth

Looking at Shi Jian who looked so pitiful, Song Feng smiled at him faintly:
"Don't say that Maoshan may not have this thing. Even if it does, your master will never release it with his stingy personality."

"Every spiritual root is the foundation of a sect. How could we allow a sect leader to destroy it at will?"

Hearing Uncle Seven's comments on his master, Uncle Nine couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly:
"In fact, the master just lives a frugal life, but he is not stingy. The great cause of Maoshan is in his hands."

"Being serious about your work and being frugal with money and resources are the keys to truly being in charge of your sect."

However, let alone Song Feng, even Shi Jian couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this.

Don’t they know what the master’s personality is like?
It’s really hard for Junior Brother Lin.

But then, Shi Jian also explained:

"Master may be a little frugal in his daily work, but he is always decisive when it comes to important matters, and he has never treated us unfairly."

In this day and age, being stingy is a necessary skill for the leaders and helmsmen of almost all major sects.

If anyone appears to be more generous, the things in his hands will naturally be taken away by the people under him.

Even when competing with fellow Taoists, he might be held back by some of them, and if he is not careful he might end up being treated as a money-giver.

That was okay in ancient times.

Just find a deep dig or dig up some grass in your own land. They are all treasures.

But who dares to be so generous now?
Looking around, those Taoist priests who have achieved great success in their practice all live in simpler houses than the others.

Poor way, poor way.

If you are not poor, can you be called a poor monk?
Even if you have some wealth, you have to act poor and stingy, otherwise someone will definitely take advantage of you.

Even if the old man behaves so stingy, the guys led by Simu and Mamadi will go to the master to cry poor.

"Alright, alright. I didn't say anything else. You two disciples don't need to make up for your master like this."

"You don't know what your master was like when he became your disciple in the mountains. Don't I know?"

When he said this, Song Feng's expression couldn't help but become strange.

After all, if you really count them, they are equivalent to fellow disciples who have practiced in the same sect before.

No matter how great a former classmate was, few people can feel awe towards him.

It's just like a joke.

The student who used to be the worst student in the class suddenly becomes your child’s homeroom teacher. Just like that, who wouldn’t be a little suspicious?
When he said this, Song Feng pointed at Lin Jiu and Shi Jian in front of him:

"To be honest, you two have inherited all of your master's strengths."

"When your master first started, he was very stingy. He wanted to break every penny into two halves. He would wear a piece of clothing for ten or eight years. He wanted to tell everyone that he didn't have a penny."

"If you don't believe me, go ask your uncles and uncles on the mountain. They will all tell you. Is this your master's skill in sewing clothes?"

When he finished speaking, Song Feng couldn't help but give a thumbs up, as if he was praising their master's craftsmanship.

However, when he saw Song Feng's thumbs up and heard about his master's past dark history.

Shi Jian and Lin Jiu looked at each other subconsciously, their eyes full of suspicion:
“…Is this true?” ×2
Although they knew that it was not a good idea to ask about the dark history of their master, they were still very curious.

Lin Jiu, the later disciple, is fine.

Shi Jian, the eldest disciple, suffered many blows from that old man's fists in the past.

Do you really think how he learned the Lightning Thunder Fist?

This thing can train both the method and the body.

The fist is very hard.

One punch and a big bump appeared on his head.

The reason why Shi Jian treated his later fellow apprentices so harshly, like a black-faced judge, was partly due to the trauma left by the beating from his master.

If he doesn't take good care of his fellow disciples, he is not worthy of being the eldest brother.

If my master hits me, I will hit you.

Perfect logic!

Seeing the two little guys showing such expressions, Song Songfeng also casually revealed the old man's dark history:
"How can this be false? Go back and ask your uncles and uncles. I was a rare honest man in the mountain..."

After hearing what Song Feng said, Shi Jian and Lin Jiu finally accepted the fact that their master was a skilled craftsman.

But they expressed doubts about what Song Feng said later.

The big boss of the side door said that he was an honest man.

Isn't this a joke?
At this moment, Shi Jian seemed to remember something and suddenly asked Song Feng:
"Then Senior, why do you say that I also inherited the advantages of my master?"

Could it be that being able to master the Lightning Thunder Fist could be considered an advantage?
When you think about it this way, it seems to be true.

After all, even though Lin Jiu is so popular in Maoshan, he still hasn't mastered the Lightning Thunder Fist, right?

However, after hearing what Shi Jian said, Song Feng's expression became even weirder, as if he wanted to laugh but was holding it back:

"You, the Lightning King, are only arrogant in front of your fellow martial artists, but your master used to look down on everyone equally."

When he said this, Song Feng paused slightly, as if he remembered something:
"Back then, your master was from a prominent family, and he lived a life of luxury. He could be considered a great nobleman."

"Add to that your master's talent back then, and he could be called a natural genius. He was a treasured talent in the Shangqing Maoshan Sect at the time."

"As soon as he entered the sect, he was taught by the sect leader himself. His life could be considered smooth sailing. At that time, he was much more arrogant than you."

"Although I don't look down on others, my arrogance is naturally revealed. There's nothing I can do about it. Who can blame me for having such a smooth life?"

Hearing Song Feng's words of affirmation of his master, Shi Jian nodded subconsciously.

Born into a noble family, he had an extraordinary status and was extremely talented. He was admitted to Mount Maoshan and immediately became the headmaster.

This kind of identity is absolutely the best, whether in the secular world or in the spiritual world.

If you have not suffered setbacks since childhood.

It's normal for such people to be a little arrogant.

Thought of this.

Shi Jian seemed to have reacted.

No wonder the master inexplicably liked him a little. Before, he thought this kind of liking was the liking of the master's eldest disciple.

Looking back now, isn’t this just looking in the mirror and seeing my past self?

But at this moment, Lin Jiu reacted and discovered a blind spot:
"That's not right! Uncle Seven, since you said my master came from a wealthy family, why is he so frugal?"

He couldn't say the word "stingy", after all, he was his own master.

The iron fist of justice arrives late.

He is a good disciple of his master, and definitely not an arrogant person.

Hearing Lin Jiu say this, Shi Jian also reacted to this question:
"Yeah, what's going on?"

Hearing their questions and seeing that they had found this blind spot, Song Feng sighed quietly:
"Why else would your master be so lucky?" "As soon as he entered the mountain sect, his house was raided. It was a good thing that he entered the mountain sect, otherwise he would have to go to prison."

"But since you have entered the mountains to practice, you have cut off worldly ties. I will not elaborate on the worldly affairs."

When it comes to this, Song Feng did not say much about the mundane issues. After all, the situation was indeed quite complicated at the time:
"But your master has a habit of hoarding things. No matter how much money he secretly hides, he looks very poor on the surface."

"When I went up the mountain, I felt that the old man was saying one thing in public and another in private. His eyes were even more extreme than Shi Shaojian's."

"You only see that Shi Shaojian is arrogant on the surface, but you haven't seen your master, who treats everyone equally on the surface, but actually looks down on everyone."

"You can feel his arrogance without him even giving you a look. It's really intoxicating."

When he said this, Song Feng chuckled, as if he had remembered something interesting:
"But later, I found an opportunity and beat him up with a club in the mountains, giving him eight big bumps on the head."

"At that time, the old man was young and thin-skinned. He didn't dare to go out for three days in a row, for fear of losing face as his senior brother."

After hearing this, even Shi Jian could tell that the old senior in front of him was gloating over his misfortune:

"Because I was considered half a Maoshan disciple at that time, I volunteered to bring him food."

"Without him knowing that I had hit him with a club, I stole all the gold and silver hidden under his bed."

"At that time, we invited all the elders of the entire sect, and all the fellow disciples went down the mountain to have a good time."

Hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but twitch his lips, and he didn't know what to say.

After doing such a big thing, he still dares to expose his shortcomings in front of us Maoshan disciples.

Aren’t you really afraid that the magic weapon of that ancestor will fall from the sky and hit you on the head?

The master can really summon thunder from heaven. If he knew that you had exposed his secrets like this, he would definitely give you a huge blow.

But compared to Lin Jiu's twitching expression, Shi Jian's expression became solemn:

"Senior, since you are still standing here, there must be something else going on, right?"

Don’t think that Lin Jiu is now a very powerful figure among his fellow disciples and appears to be very impressive.

But he is the headmaster and the eldest senior brother.

He knew much more about some things in the sect than Lin Jiu.

There are certain tricks involved.

Logically speaking, this kind of problem would never occur in the Maoshan headquarters. Do you really think that the founder is unable to leave a message and punish his disciples?
As long as he is still the head master.

Lin Jiu had no way of knowing some of the real secrets within the sect.

Seeing that Shi Jian had found some key points from what he said, Song Feng nodded:

"As expected, this young man is teachable. Of course, there are some hidden secrets that others don't know."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, then continued:
"Back then, I was considered an outer disciple of Maoshan. If it weren't for the special circumstances, I would have taken that old man as my master."

"If I had really been able to take that old man as my master, it would be uncertain who would be the current head of Maoshan."

After hearing what Song Feng said, both Shi Jian and Lin Jiu agreed.

After all, this person is really not an easy person to deal with.

"But it's useless to say these things now. If you haven't joined Mount Mao, then you haven't joined Mount Mao. Practicing in it can at most be regarded as having some incense and affection, although the incense is a little bit coarse..."

After slightly teasing the relationship between the two parties, Song Feng then said leisurely:
"In fact, many of the elders in the sect saw the arrogance in the old man's bones, but they didn't have much to do."

"After all, the old man's skills and abilities at that time were unmatched among his fellow disciples, and he also appeared to be a gentle and refined person on the surface."

"In general, he is very gentle to everyone, and has the bearing of a senior brother, but deep down he is extremely arrogant and looks down on everyone."

"The ordinary fellow disciples were very grateful for the guidance given by that old man, but they were not very good at superficial work."

"Otherwise, how could that old man have caused so many headaches to the senior teachers at that time?"

"It's all because of his arrogance. Even if the seniors in the sect have great means, they can't make trouble and can't find any opportunities."

"In this regard, the old man is much smarter than you two. However, since you two come from a grassroots background, it is normal for you two to behave like this..."

Although these words were somewhat derogatory to them, the two of them had to admit that Song Feng was right.

It was already a great achievement for them to be able to learn knowledge and recognize a few words when they were young.

However, the children of aristocratic families have been exposed to all kinds of tricks and social skills since childhood, which can be regarded as an elite education.

Who can compare with the innate stuff?

"In fact, I was a whetstone used by several other old men of the older generation to sharpen the knives of Maoshan disciples."

"As long as I don't go too far, they will basically turn a blind eye."

"Of course, although I cheated your master, I later paid him back double the money, so he didn't lose too much."

"Moreover, because of his battle with me, he gradually integrated into the group of fellow disciples. This can be considered a win-win situation, right?"

Looking at the two people in front of him who didn't know what to say, Song Feng said happily:
"Although we were indeed a bit young and hot-tempered at the time, we are friends after all, and we know each other only after fighting."

"You see, your master is always very concerned about me. He would ask about me as soon as he knew my news."

After hearing Song Feng say this, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

Do you really think that my master is asking about you because he cares about you?
Why do I feel like he wants to take advantage of your weakness to teach you a lesson?

Before this, he felt that there was something wrong with his master's attitude towards his seventh uncle.

There is a feeling of love and hate.

But he didn't know much before, so he just thought it was his own illusion.

Now it seems that this is all true.

Although the relationship between the Seventh Uncle and the Master was definitely good later on, there was definitely a grudge between them before that.

If the master can find a chance to give Seventh Uncle a good beating, he will never give up.

I didn’t expect the older generation to play so extravagantly?

After revealing their master's dark history, Song Feng seemed to have remembered something and asked:
"By the way, I remember that the Luotian Grand Ceremony will be held in Maoshan soon, right? Did your master notify you to return to the mountain?"

After hearing what Song Feng said, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart:

"Are you planning to return to Mount Mao to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony?"

Normally, the Luotian Dajiao is an activity held within the Taoist sect. Outsiders can watch the ceremony but cannot participate in it.

This is a place where many sects gather.

Seventh uncle, how brave are you to go to Maoshan to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony?

Are you really not afraid that my master and the leaders of several other sects will join forces to suppress you in Maoshan?
Seeing Lin Jiu's subtle expression, Song Feng's blood and qi were slightly stimulated. His blood and qi were high, and his qi was condensed and not dispersed. He looked full of vitality:
"Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, once said that if you don't return home in wealth and glory, it's like walking in brocade clothes at night. I didn't want to see them before because something went wrong in my practice."

"But now that I have been broken and reborn, my energy and blood have reached their peak. How can I still be afraid of these old guys?"

After putting in so much effort, what's the point of practicing if I don't go find those old friends to show off?
If he dares to expose his dark history, I am not afraid of not being able to beat him. For a master of the same level with vigorous energy and blood, dealing with an old man with declining energy and blood, isn't that a piece of cake?

This time, not only did he have to outlast the old man, he also had to find a chance to go into the ancestral hall and take a look at the treasure!
(End of this chapter)