Mushroom Man

Chapter 42: Three Invitations to Listen to Music in the Brothel

Meeting gift?
Upon hearing this, Wu Liang looked towards Yan Wuxin.

Yan Wuxin flipped his hand lightly, and a second-level mushroom appeared in his palm.

The mushroom was round all over and emitted a silver halo, obviously not an ordinary thing.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing this, Abbot Shanren smiled even more graciously.

"Patriarch Yan is truly thoughtful. Knowing that my son Sekong is lazy by nature and doesn't like to practice cultivation, he was willing to give him a second-level relic mushroom as a gift."

The so-called sherry mushroom has a very simple and crude effect.

Simply by consuming this mushroom, the mushroom master of the corresponding number of revolutions can be promoted to a higher level at no cost.

With such a powerful effect, you can imagine how precious this mushroom is.

Sheli mushrooms can only be produced naturally by heaven and earth. They are rare and no one knows how to refine them.

Sheli mushrooms that are more than one turn old are extremely expensive and hard to buy even with silver water.

As the local emperor of Zhaodi Town, Songzi Temple originally collected a lot of sheli mushrooms.

Unfortunately, a few years ago, Abbot Shanren squandered all the relic mushrooms in order to refine a very special mushroom.

If not for this, he would have used the Relic Mushroom to cultivate the color and emptiness to a state that would satisfy him. Why would he need the Yan family to come and show their courtesy?

"Donor Yan, you are so polite."

"When I have time in the future, I will definitely invite you to go to the brothel in town to listen to music."

Wu Liang grinned and pretended to be happy.

Without saying a word, he asked the monk to accept the relic mushroom given by Yan Wuxin.

For a Grade A Dantian like him, the actual effect of this mushroom is not as great as he imagined.

After all, he only needs to practice step by step, and it won’t take long for him to move from the initial stage of the second transformation to the middle stage of the second transformation.

But it's better than nothing. At least it can shorten his training time, which is an unexpected surprise.

"Hahaha……"

Yan Wuxin waved his folding fan and smiled.

"Master Sekong is indeed just as the rumors say. He doesn't look like a monk at all."

"To be honest, I came here to invite Master Sekong to go to the brothel in town to listen to music."

"Oh? Really?" Wu Liang pretended to be surprised, and his breathing became heavier.

But soon, he seemed to have thought of something, a trace of loneliness flashed across his face, and then he looked at Abbot Shanren cautiously.

Unexpectedly, Abbot Shanren nodded slightly and agreed to this matter.

"Sekong has a bad temper and has never been restrained since childhood."

"I have confined him to the mountain for several days now. I think he must be getting suffocated."

"Practice requires a balance between work and rest. Since you, little friend Yan, have invited me, Sekong, please go."

"But this time when you go down the mountain, please be careful and don't let the bad guys kidnap you again."

"I will have the temple elders follow you secretly and protect you."

When these words were spoken, Wu Liang even thought for a moment that he had misheard.

But he quickly reacted, pretending to be ecstatic, and said, "Dad, I understand."

"I've learned my lesson. The last time I capsized in the ditch, it was because I drank too much and passed out."

"No matter what the child says, I won't drink so much this time, and I will definitely not cause any trouble again."

Yan Wuxin also looked respectful and spoke up for him.

"Don't worry, Abbot. I have already made all the arrangements."

"Our three families attach great importance to this gathering of geniuses and have already booked the Chunxiang Restaurant in town."

"Only the geniuses from our three families and Master Sekong will be allowed to enter the building."

"I don't think there will be any bad guys who dare to cause trouble at that time."

Abbot Shanren smiled and nodded, appearing very relieved. Wu Liang raised his eyebrows when he heard that the three geniuses would also be present.

He is not that Sekong who is a waste who only cares about women.

Yan Wuxin's behavior was inexplicable. He invited him and the three geniuses to gather at Chunxiang Tower. It didn't seem like a simple brothel to listen to music. There must be other intentions.

And the fact is just as he expected...

After a while, Yan Wuxin casually exchanged a few pleasantries, agreed to meet at Chunxiang Tower at noon tomorrow, and then said goodbye and left.

Abbot Shanren immediately raised his eyes and called Wu Liang over.

He spoke in a calm tone and then talked about what had just happened.

"Sekong, you must be surprised why your father asked you to come down the mountain?"

Wu Liang lowered his head, not daring to be negligent, and answered without a single mistake.

"I'm a little confused..."

"But I always listen to you. If you tell me to go down the mountain, I don't need to think too much."

Upon hearing this, Abbot Shanren laughed heartily, appearing very satisfied.

He touched Wu Liang's head and slowly explained the reason.

It turned out that Yan Wuxin said he was visiting Sekong, but in fact he was representing the three families to discuss further cooperation with Songzi Temple on the Wuxiang inheritance.

The three families want to share their resources with each other and jointly complete the test given by the Wuxiang Will.

When the harvest comes, the three families will each get 20%, and Songzi Temple will take 40%.

"Why is it only 40%?"

When Wu Liang heard this, he couldn't help but speak out.

"Since these three families came to us on their own initiative, they must have something to ask of my fertility temple."

"Theoretically, we should take 70% and they should share the remaining 30%."

Upon hearing this, Abbot Shanren couldn't help but look at him deeply.

He shook his head and said with a smile, "As expected of my son, he looks exactly like me when I was young."

"But my son is still a little bit behind me. I don't want 40% or 70%."

"In my opinion, the Wuxiang inheritance should have belonged to my Songzi Temple. How could I allow these three families to get involved?"

After hearing this, Wu Liang secretly regretted that he had said too little, but his expression remained unchanged and he continued to pretend to be confused.

"Just now, I saw Dad and that guy Yan Wuxin having a very pleasant conversation. I think they have reached a cooperation agreement."

"Could it be that those three families are so sensible of the current situation that they intend to provide their services for free without taking a penny?"

Abbot Shanren was fiddling with his Buddhist beads while speaking in an inexplicable tone.

"What kind of character do the three families have, Sekong, don't you know?"

"Why would they do such a thankless task?"

"I also need them now, so I can't show my intention to keep the inheritance for myself."

"Since they want to cooperate, I'll just give in for now. In the end, no matter how much they eat, they'll have to spit it out."

When Abbot Shanren said this, a hint of imperceptible coldness flashed in his eyes.

Wu Liang's eyes moved slightly, but he remained silent.

Abbot Shanren glanced at him and then continued, "Now I have already passed the word of breaking my promise and have reached an agreement with the three families."

"By then, you will also enter the Nine-Storey Bronze Tower and participate in the Formless Trial together with the three geniuses."

"Tomorrow's Chunxiang Tower gathering is mainly to allow you geniuses to get to know each other and share your mushroom techniques..."

When Wu Liang heard this, he was slightly stunned.

"what?"

"My child also wants to enter the Wuxiang inheritance?"

(End of this chapter)