Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

As Wang Quan became engrossed in chatting with the Taoist nun, two upright-walking yellow oxen swung their tails and dragged a bronze cannon over.

Wang Quan gasped, "Good heavens, the little Taoist nun's 'one cannon shot'—she really means cannons are going to be fired?"

The Taoist nun beside her nodded: "If the master of ceremonies says to set off the firecrackers, then the firecrackers will definitely be set off. There is absolutely no faking it."

at this time:

The two yellow ox demons set up the cannons, their muzzles pointing skyward.

They took a gourd and poured out shiny black sand to fill the cannon barrel, then took a large iron ball and stuffed it in.

Wang Quan felt that this cannon was the same as the one from his previous life, only the gunpowder color was obviously different.

"The Taoist nun who officiates at the ceremony? You mean that young Taoist nun?"

The nun nodded: "That's right!"

"The nun who officiates at ceremonies is skilled at presiding over weddings and funerals, but she is short of staff."

"If you get along well with her, you'll definitely make money in the future!"

Wang Quan nodded.

At that moment, he heard the officiating nun announce in a sweet voice, "The auspicious time has arrived!"

The next second, the two yellow oxen lit the fuse.

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

boom!

A cannon shot rang out, deafeningly loud.

Wang Quan felt dizzy and saw many flower petals falling from the sky.

At this point, the oxen demons refilled the gunpowder with its black sheen and stuffed it with iron balls.

"Newcomer ready!"

boom!

Two cannon shots rang out!

More petals fell.

The Taoist nun beside her formed a hand seal, and the next second, fresh flowers bloomed all over the courtyard.

Large birds soared over No. 95 Courtyard, scattering colorful petals.

"Enter!"

boom!

Three cannon shots rang out.

Wang Quan slapped the box, and more than twenty paper figures and paper carriages soared into the sky and flew to the window opposite.

boom! boom! boom!

A burst of smoke erupted, and more than twenty palace maids swayed as they emerged from the smoke.

These palace maids were exactly like real people, with expressive eyes and graceful figures.

Some carried palanquins, others carried incense burners, held umbrellas, fans, or placards, while maids scattered flower petals, making them appear like noble ladies on an outing.

More than a hundred strong and handsome young martial arts practitioners flew out from the rooftops all around.

They smeared their lean meat, making their muscles reflect light, and then they would do somersaults in the air, either 360 degrees, 720 degrees, or seven or eight front flips and back flips.

The bellflower spirits shook their fruits frantically:

Splash! Splash! Splash!

More than a hundred handsome young martial arts practitioners knelt on one knee, one hand behind their back and the other supporting themselves on the ground, and roared to the sky: "Welcome, Fairy Qin!"

Wang Quan's heart stirred, and his thoughts raced. The paper figures transformed into palace maids who ran through the air, and hundreds of paper flowers fell from the flower baskets to form a path, one end of which connected to the window and the other end landed on the heads of the young men.

The next second, the window opened, and a cool, aloof Taoist nun in white walked out.

Upon seeing the Taoist nun, Wang Quan was in a daze.

Good guy!

acquaintance!

He remembered that more than two years ago, when he first came to the Drowning Lower Temple, this aloof Taoist nun sat on a pink cloud and explained some things to them.

Why are you suddenly getting involved in the sex trade?

The next second, the paper maid he controlled with his thoughts noticed that the fragrance on the aloof Taoist nun was strange.

A thought struck him, and he silently recited scriptures, casting a tear spell called "Inch of Light".

This magic can see through all kinds of illusions and perceive the true nature of things within a small space.

He activated his magic, glanced at the Taoist nun, and then quickly dispelled the spell, his expression strange.

At this moment, the aloof Taoist nun, also known as Fairy Qin, moved gracefully with lotus-like steps and sat upright on the palanquin.

Wang Quan's emotions were complex, his thoughts shifted, and he manipulated the paper palace maids.

The palace maids swayed gracefully as they walked along the flower-lined path.

at this time:

The cricket spirits frantically blew their suonas, the centipede spirits banged their gongs, and the lark spirits flew all over the sky, their songs melodious.

Even more striking is the bee spirit wearing leopard-print shorts, which gives her the appearance of two long legs, and performing a figure-eight dance.

The kneeling young men shouted once more, "Welcome Fairy Qin as she descends into the sea of ​​flowers!"

A Taoist priest clenched his hands, and streaks of sparks and smoke shot into the sky, exploding into a sky full of fireworks.

The Taoist nun, who had conjured up a courtyard full of flowers, gave a light hum, pulled off a hundred or so belts and tossed them aside. The belts transformed into beautiful snake-women with snake tails as their lower bodies and women as their upper bodies.

The beautiful serpent slithered, its tail coiling around burly men, rude warriors, and ugly monsters, spewing out puffs of pink smoke.

The creatures that had been exposed to the powdery smoke had bloodshot eyes, their blood boiling with rage, and they howled and screamed, making the scene even more lively.

Before long, Fairy Qin descended from the palanquin, walked on the heads of the young men, and engaged in a cool and aloof conversation with the many guests.

Wang Quan stared blankly at this scene. At this moment, he felt: These cultivators are not what I thought!

At this moment, the Taoist nun beside her chuckled, "You seem surprised?"

Wang Quan nodded: "I've always been in the lower courtyard. This is the first time I've ever been outside, and the first time I've seen this scene."

The Taoist nun chuckled, "We cultivators are actually no different from ordinary people."

"The only difference is that we possess power that ordinary people don't, we can make some things bigger, and we have stronger desires and are more unscrupulous."

Wang Quan nodded.

The Taoist nun's eyes darted around: "Do you plan to develop a long-term career in this field?"

Wang Quan hesitated for a moment before nodding: "If there are many such cases, I can do it."

"Then come with me to the banquet!"

"This banquet is not only a long-standing tradition of No. 95 Courtyard, but also a long-standing tradition of the entire neighborhood!"

"By the way, let me introduce you to the Taoist nun who was in charge of the ceremony."

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When Wang Quan ate at a feast hosted by cultivators for the first time, he felt it was no different from eating at a feast in his hometown.

The only difference is the beings eating at the feast.

Here, spirits and humans chatted and laughed, while cultivators, drunk, embraced beauties and handsome young men, engaging in lively discussions, creating a joyous atmosphere.

The female officiant, resembling a young girl, spoke up: "I heard from the Daoist nun Meng Huan that you aspire to a long-term career in the wedding and funeral industry?"

The Dreamy Taoist Nun was the one who tended to the flowers all over the courtyard; she winked at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan bowed respectfully and said, "As long as it makes money, that's fine."

The emcee, a Taoist nun, chuckled: "I wouldn't dare say you'll make a fortune, but making you 20,000 to 30,000 Qingfu every now and then shouldn't be a problem."

"You majored in paper doll magic?"

Wang Quan nodded: "That's right!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, nodded: "Isn't your paper doll art incredibly lifelike and realistic?"

Wang Quan's lips twitched.

You already know it's lifelike, why are you asking?

The next second, he realized: "So realistic!"

The nun's eyes darted around:

"There are very few in our Lower House who can master paper doll magic to your level."

"As for the market area, there isn't a single one."

"You've got a skill to back it up."

"If I ever fall on hard times, I can use paper figures to collect the essence of yin and yang and sell them; that's one way out."

Wang Quan... remained silent.

At this moment, the female officiant was about to grab a pig's trotter to eat when a wild boar spirit also tried to grab it.

The female officiant glared at him.

The wild boar spirit immediately placed the plate in front of her.

The emcee, a Taoist nun, nodded in satisfaction: "Little piglet, which mountain are you from? Do you have an owner? Would you like me to help you find one?"

The wild boar spirit fawned, "Master of Ceremonies, I am from Fuling Mountain. I am not prepared to sell myself and do not wish to find a master."

The emcee, a Taoist nun, chuckled: "A spirit without a master is not a good spirit."

The wild boar demon didn't dare to argue, and just grabbed a pig's head and started gnawing on it.

Wang Quan found this scene quite bizarre.

At this moment, the dreamlike Taoist nun poked his ribs: "Do you want to join us? Give me a clear answer."

Wang Quan laughed and said, "I cultivate the fundamental method of moonlight, and I have to collect moonlight to refine the method every night."

"If there's a lot of business at night, it might not be very convenient."

The Taoist nun, the master of ceremonies, wiped the oil stains off her slender fingers: "Most weddings and funerals are during the day, so it won't interfere with your practice."

Wang Quan laughed: "Alright!"

The female officiant tilted her head and asked, "So, do you have a name?"

Wang Quan shook his head.

A name is actually a nickname, Taoist name, etc., used to conceal one's real name.

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, smiled and said, "I think you did a good job scattering the flowers. How about we call you the Flower-Scattering Taoist from now on?"

Wang Quan nodded: "Excellent!"