This celestial master cultivates both physical and magical arts; why did you provoke him?

In the car, Ma Xiaoling looked at Xia En and asked, "Senior, how much money did you receive?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

Aren't you going to take a look?

"What are you looking at? No matter how much or how little, it's all her heartfelt sentiment. It doesn't matter if it's more or less."

Ma Xiaoling looked at Xia En's profile and suddenly smiled.

"Senior brother, you are a really special person."

Xia En glanced at her. "What's so special about her?"

"You say you love money, but deep down you're softer than anyone else. You accept money not because you're greedy, but because you know that if you don't, even more people will come to you. You can't be in two places at once to save everyone. So you use money as a barrier to keep out those who aren't serious."

Xia En didn't say anything.

"But when you meet someone who truly needs help, you never care about the amount of money. You might even refuse to accept any money."

Xia En paused for a moment, then said, "You talk too much today, Xiao Ling."

Ma Xiaoling smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I'm your junior sister, of course I should talk more."

That evening, Fang Zijian posted a message on his WeChat Moments:

"Today, Shane handled a case of possession by a wandering spirit. The spirit wasn't evil, just a lost, lonely soul. It was drawn to a girl's sadness, but it wouldn't harm her; it simply wanted to stay with her. Shane said that ghosts are kinder than humans because they have no desires or greed. Hell isn't elsewhere; hell is here on earth. I cried."

The comments section exploded.

"I cried. Ghosts are kinder than humans, hell is on earth. This saying is so true."

"Shane is not only a Taoist priest, he is also a philosopher."

"That girl's boyfriend, even after he died, still thought about her. That kind of love is more genuine than that of many living people."

"Shane is right. Human desires, greed, and selfishness can destroy everything. Ghosts, on the other hand, are simple."

When the news reached Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jingxuan was meditating in the back hall.

Zhang Jingqing walked in with her phone and read the post on her WeChat Moments to him.

After listening, Zhang Jingxuan remained silent for a long time.

Then he opened his eyes and sighed.

"This kid is becoming more and more like a Taoist master."

Zhang Jingqing was taken aback. "Master, didn't you say before that Junior Brother had already surpassed you?"

"Surpassing me doesn't mean being like a Celestial Master. A Celestial Master isn't just about fighting; he also needs compassion. He used to only have fists, but now he has compassion. That's when he becomes a true Celestial Master."

He looked out the window at Longhu Mountain, where the moonlight was very bright.

"Hell is on earth. That's a very true saying."

Fang Zijian has become a bit arrogant lately.

This can't be blamed on him. Anyone who has followed Xia En for so long and witnessed the Zombie King being blown to pieces with a single punch, the Ancient Demon King being sealed by a talisman array, and the thousand-year-old evil being blasted into dust by lightning magic would become arrogant.

Now when he walks down the street, he stands up straighter than before, and he looks at everyone as if they were ordinary people.

After all, he had handled more cases than many Taoist priests had ever seen in their entire lives.

At this moment, he is squatting on the steps of Qingheju, holding up his phone, looking through his recent posts on WeChat Moments and articles.

The data is indeed impressive, with 300,000 followers.

The average readership is in the millions, with the most popular article, "The Great Wave of the Times," exceeding 30 million views.

The comments section was filled with praise such as "Reporter Fang is awesome," "Reporter Fang, write more," and "Reporter Fang, you are the number one reporter in the Taoist sect."

He smiled and couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Xia En lay on the wicker chair, a lollipop dangling from her mouth, and glanced at him.

"What are you humming about?"

"It's nothing. I'm just happy."

"What's there to be happy about?"

Fang Zijian pointed his phone screen at Xia En.

"Look, I have 300,000 followers. I'm now the number one reporter in the Taoist community."

Xia En glanced at the screen, then at Fang Zijian's smug expression, and remained silent for a moment.

"The top reporter in the Taoist community? Who bestowed that title?"

"Banned by netizens."

"Netizens have even said I'm the top salesperson at Tianshi Mansion. Do you think I am?"

Fang Zijian was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Of course you are."

"Then I'm the top salesperson in the Celestial Master's Mansion, and you're the top reporter in the Taoist sect, so we're even."

Xia En took the lollipop out of her mouth. "But don't forget how you got these 300,000 followers."

Fang Zijian's smile froze.

"You followed me, filmed my fights, and wrote articles about my case handling, which is how I gained these 300,000 followers. Without me, you would just be an ordinary reporter."

Fang Zijian opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that Xia En was telling the truth.

He lowered his head, put his phone in his pocket, and said, "Okay! I understand."

Xia En looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"However, you have indeed learned a lot during this time. From your legs going weak at the sight of a female ghost at first, to now being able to stand next to a horde of zombies without batting an eye and film videos with your phone, you have made considerable progress."

Fang Zijian looked up, his eyes lighting up.

Do you really think I've improved?

"Seriously, when you first came here, you were scared half to death if Cuihua smiled at you. Now, if Cuihua smiles at you, you can smile back at her."

Fang Zijian looked at Cuihua floating by the well.

Cuihua gave him what she thought was a friendly smile.

That pale face, those dark, hollow eye sockets, that grin that stretched all the way to his ears.

Fang Zijian wasn't scared this time; instead, he waved to her.

"Indeed." He smiled. "I've improved."

Ma Xiaoling came out of the house with a notebook in her hand and sat down next to Xia En.

"Senior brother, could you explain the soul-summoning technique from yesterday again? I want to learn it."

Xia En glanced at her.

"The art of summoning spirits is a family tradition of the Ma family. You don't know it?"

"I know a little, but not as much as you. Your soul-summoning technique can recall souls from the underworld. That's not an ordinary soul-summoning technique; it's at the level of a spiritual medium."

Xia En thought for a moment.

"That's not a soul-summoning technique; it's a variant of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method."

Ma Xiaoling was stunned.

"A variant of the Five Thunder Orthodox Technique? Isn't the Five Thunder Orthodox Technique for fighting?"

"The Five Thunder Orthodox Method is essentially a combination of thunder magic and talismans. Thunder magic can strike people and also communicate with spirits. The key is how you use it."

Ma Xiaoling's eyes lit up. "Senior brother, teach me!"

"Okay. But tuition fees need to be paid."

Ma Xiaoling took out her phone. "How much?"

Xia En thought for a moment, "Five hundred thousand."

Ma Xiaoling's face fell. "Senior brother, you're here again? You haven't paid the 500,000 from last time."

"Then let's pay in installments. We'll pay it back later when we have the money."

Ma Xiaoling gritted her teeth.

"Okay. I owe you 500,000."

Fang Zijian watched from the side, his lips twitching.

Xia En is the kind of person who never hesitates to take money.

He accepted bribes from female juniors, reporters, school beauties, and even the police chief—he didn't let anyone go.

Strangely, everyone who received his money was not angry at all, but rather willing to do so.

Because everyone knows that Xia En didn't spend a single penny of the money he received on himself.

The roof of the Celestial Master's Mansion was repaired with Xia En's money.

The main hall of Mount Wutai was built with money from Xia En.

Xia En raised the money for the girl's medical expenses.

He takes money, but he doesn't care about the money.

"Fang Zijian," Xia En suddenly spoke.

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Fang Zijian snapped out of his daze. "Hmm?"

"This technique is truly the best in the supernatural. So, little reporter, you've learned a lot these past few days, haven't you? If you want to get rich, remember to advertise in the newspapers."

Fang Zijian paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Are you asking me to write a GG for you?"

"It's not GG, it's a record."

Xia En put the lollipop back in her mouth. "You're a journalist; your job is to record the truth. What you've seen during this time is the truth. Shouldn't you write it in the newspapers?"

Fang Zijian fell silent.

Looking at Xia En, he suddenly realized that this man was not only good at fighting, making money, and teaching apprentices, but he also knew how to use the power of the media.

He had Fang Zijian follow him not because he needed a lackey, but because he needed a recorder.

A person who can tell the world the truth.

"it is good."

Fang Zijian stood up. "I'll go write it now."

He went inside, turned on his computer, and started writing.

The article took several days to write.

Fang Zijian wrote down his experiences following Xia En over the past few months from beginning to end.

From encountering a ghost in a mass grave to subduing Cuihua in the backyard of Qinghe Residence;

From the underground passage of the old grain depot to the cult altar of the chemical plant in the eastern suburbs;

From the zombie king in the western suburbs cemetery to the water monster of Qingshan Lake;

From Su Wanqing's summoning of the spirit to Shen Ye's defection;

From the ancient demon king at the foot of Mount Wutai to the seven seals of Mount Tianzhu;

From Xuanming's avatar to Xuanhuang's descent;

From Ma Xiaoling's arrival to the lost soul in the old town.

He wrote down every detail and reconstructed every case.

At the end of the article, he wrote the following:

"Many people have asked me why Xia En is so strong. I thought the answer was lightning magic, talismans, physical skills, and the golden light of the invincible body. But after following him for so long, I've realized that the real answer isn't those things."

"He is strong because he has a Dao heart. A Dao heart that protects people. No matter whether he faces a zombie king, an ancient demon king, or the leader of an evil cult, his purpose is never to kill, but to protect. To protect those who are innocent, weak, and in need of help. He uses thunder magic, talismans, his fists, and every method he can use. Because he knows that if he doesn't do it, no one else will."

"This is Xia En. The sixty-seventh Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain. He cultivates both physical and magical arts, possesses a domineering golden body, and wields the Five Thunder Orthodox Method, capable of overwhelming mountains and seas. He has many titles, but he says he only cares about one—Celestial Master."

After writing the last word, Fang Zijian leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

He stared at the screen, his eyes a little red.

After the article was published, the data was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Within an hour, the number of views exceeded one million.

It broke five million in three hours.

It broke ten million in six hours.

It reached 30 million in 12 hours.

In 24 hours, it surpassed 50 million.

The number of reposts, comments, and likes all broke the platform's historical records.

The comment section exploded even more.

"I cried. Xia En wasn't just a Taoist priest, he was a hero."

"Reporter Fang wrote so well. Xia En's true strength lies not in his thunder magic, but in his Dao heart."

"To protect the innocent, the weak, and those in need. That's Shane."

"The Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain produced a person who truly deserves the title of 'Celestial Master'."

When the news reached Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jingxuan was sweeping dust in the back hall.

Zhang Jingqing rushed in with her phone and read Fang Zijian's article to him.

After finishing reading, Zhang Jingxuan put down the broom and remained silent for a long time. Then he smiled.

"This kid has picked up a good reporter."

Zhang Jingqing was taken aback.

"Master, you mean Fang Zijian?"

"Yes. He followed Shane, recorded Shane's deeds, and told the world what Shane had done. Not everyone can do that."

Zhang Jingxuan looked out the window at Longhu Mountain, where the sun was setting. "The Celestial Master's Mansion has been established for hundreds of years and has produced countless Celestial Masters. But never has a Celestial Master been recorded like this. What Fang Zijian is doing is not just writing articles, but creating a biography for the Celestial Master's Mansion."

When the news reached Mount Wutai, Yuankong was chanting sutras in the main hall.

After listening to his disciple's report, he stopped chanting and put his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha. This article by Benefactor Fang has immeasurable merit."

When the news reached Maoshan, Li Daochun was scrolling through his phone.

After reading Fang Zijian's article, he remained silent for a long time before sighing.

He put his phone on the table, got up, and walked to the window.

"I lost. Not to Xia En, but to Fang Zijian. He influenced tens of millions of people with his pen. I offended tens of millions of people with my mouth."

In the courtyard of Qingheju, Xia En lay on a rattan chair, sucking on a lollipop, looking at the sky.

Fang Zijian squatted on the steps, his phone was buzzing with notifications, but he didn't look at it, he just stared at Xia En.

"Shane".

"Um?"

Have you read the article?

"I've seen it."

"What do you think?"

Xia En thought for a moment, "You wrote well. But there's one sentence wrong."

Fang Zijian was taken aback. "Which sentence?"

"He said he only cared about one title—Celestial Master. That's not true."

Fang Zijian was stunned. "Then what do you care about?"

Xia En took the lollipop out of his mouth and looked at the sugar residue left on the stick.

"What I care about is whether I can protect those people. Whether they are celestial masters or not is irrelevant."

He paused.

"However, I quite like the title of the top salesperson in the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Fang Zijian smiled.

Looking at Xia En, he suddenly realized that this person truly didn't care about empty fame.

What he cares about are real, tangible things.

Protect people, make money, repair the Celestial Master's Mansion.

These are all real, tangible things.

Fang Zijian.

"Um?"

"Continue to follow me from now on."

Fang Zijian was taken aback. "Didn't you always complain that I was in your way?"

"That was before."

Xia En threw the lollipop stick into the trash can. "I'm used to it now."

Fang Zijian looked at Xia En, his nose tingling with emotion.

He lowered his head, holding back his tears, and said, "Okay."

Ma Xiaoling came out of the house with a notebook in her hand and sat down next to Xia En.

"Senior brother, could you explain that variant of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method you just mentioned again?"

Xia En glanced at her. "What about the tuition?"

Ma Xiaoling took out her phone and opened the bank's app.

"I'll transfer you 100,000 first, and you can pay the rest in installments."

Xia En glanced at the transfer record and nodded.

"Alright. The core of this variant of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method is not thunder, but intention. Thunder is the appearance, intention is the essence."

"The stronger your will, the stronger your thunder magic."

Ma Xiaoling quickly took notes.

Fang Zijian, standing nearby, raised his phone and captured the moment.

As the sun set, Xia En lay on a wicker chair, munching on a lollipop, while Ma Xiaoling sat beside her, taking notes with her head down.

He smiled, saved the photo to his phone's album, and wrote the following note:

"The strongest duo of the Celestial Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain".