A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Su Fan spent his days on Longhu Mountain practicing martial arts, meditating, drinking tea, and basking in the sun with his fellow disciples.

As usual, Huixin ran around, bringing him tea and fruit, and she called him "Little Uncle" more and more smoothly.

He also saw what was happening online.

He originally planned to wait for things to escalate further before taking action.

But Yu Baye and Xiao Yu Bailongmen were more eager than him and jumped out to betray him first.

"It's really a dog-eat-dog situation, all mixed up, but at least it saves me the trouble of doing it myself."

As for Shen Yi'an, he knew that with his current strength, he couldn't touch him.

"I'll take it one step at a time. As long as that guy surnamed Shen doesn't cause trouble for no reason, I won't bother with him."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, he was woken up early by Huixin.

"Junior Uncle, wake up!"

"What time is it?" Su Fan rubbed his eyes and sat up.

Huixin placed the basin of water by the bedside and said, "Master and Grandmaster said that the auspicious time cannot be delayed."

Su Fan washed up and changed into a Taoist robe.

Then, they were led into the main hall.

Incense and candle smoke swirls around the statue of the patriarch.

Zhang Lingyuan stood on the left, wearing a purple Taoist robe.

Su Fan knelt on the prayer mat according to etiquette and first kowtowed to the ancestral master and offered incense.

Then we offer tea to our master.

"Master, please have some tea."

Zhang Lingyuan took the teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

Next came the master's address, announcing the rules and regulations of the sect.

"Those who enter my gate must abide by my rules. Maintain a kind heart and refrain from evil. Help the world and benefit others; never forget your original intention..."

Su Fan knelt on the prayer mat, listening to each word carefully.

"One must not betray one's master or ancestors, one must not kill one's fellow disciples, one must not commit evil deeds..."

Going through the entire process took up most of the morning.

Finally, Zhang Lingyuan stood up and picked up something from the table next to him: "This is for you."

Su Fan took it with both hands, looked down, and was stunned.

The cover is old and worn, with frayed edges, looking quite old.

When Su Fan saw the words "Guangling San" written on it, his mind went blank.

He has lived two lives, and in his previous life he was also a musician, so of course he knows what those three words mean.

"Guangling San" is the final piece played by Ji Kang, a famous scholar of the Wei and Jin dynasties, before his execution.

It is said that the book has been lost for a long time, but the book in my hand, the paper, the binding, and the ancient atmosphere it exudes.

Antiques, absolutely antiques.

"Master, this is too precious, I..."

Zhang Lingyuan waved his hand: "Take it. To me, they are all just external possessions."

"Thank you, Master!"

Su Fan raised his head and met the gazes of his senior brothers. The five senior brothers winked at him, their eyes conveying a sense of "you've hit the jackpot."

Su Fan didn't dare to laugh, afraid that if he did, he wouldn't be able to hold it in.

At this moment, Zhang Lingyuan said, "Now that you have become my disciple, you are considered a member of my Xuanmen sect. I have a few words to say to you."

Su Fan straightened up and listened attentively.

"If you ever become rich, never forget that among all the people there are still children who go hungry."

Su Fan replied, "This disciple will not forget it. Although I dare not say that I will shelter all the poor and needy and make them happy, I will at least do my best to ensure that the children have food to eat, clothes to wear, and access to education."

Zhang Lingyuan nodded: "I am very pleased that you have such lofty aspirations. Money is just an external thing, so don't value it too much, do you understand?"

"Understood," Su Fan replied quickly.

Zhang Lingyuan glanced at him and asked again, "Do you really understand?"

Su Fan was suspicious. He said, "Master, do I understand or not?"

"Don't you understand? Don't you even know it yourself?"

Su Fan thought about it and felt that he should understand.

He grew up in an orphanage, so he knows the importance of money, but also knows that money is not everything.

He nodded and said confidently, "Then I understand."

Zhang Lingyuan picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and said slowly, "No, you don't understand."

Su Fan was completely dumbfounded.

He knelt on the prayer mat, his mind racing, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Several senior brothers stood to the side, each with a different expression.

Su Fan took a deep breath: "Please give me your guidance, Master."

Zhang Lingyuan coughed lightly, put down his teacup, and said, "Look, what have you been eating at the temple these past few days?"

"Purely natural organic vegetables."

"Do you like it?"

"I like it; it's clean, hygienic, and non-toxic."

Zhang Lingyuan asked again, "If you had to eat this every day, would you still like it?"

Su Fan answered without hesitation, "I like it."

Zhang Lingyuan raised his voice and said, "You like my ass! Even I, a cultivator, can't stand it, let alone your senior brothers and nephews, so..."

Zhang Lingyuan deliberately left his sentence unfinished, waiting for Su Fan to respond.

Su Fan finally understood.

He roared inwardly, "Good heavens, this is your way of playing the poor card. Luckily, I've spent a few days with everyone, otherwise, the way you're trying to get me to become your apprentice would have made me think I'd stumbled into a pyramid scheme. I was afraid your next line would be something like, 'Invest 98,000 and make a whopping 10.24 million in two years.'"

Zhang Lingyuan just stared at him.

Su Fan immediately said, "Master, our nephews are at the age where they are growing, so they must get enough nutrition."

Zhang Lingyuan nodded, his expression satisfied.

Seeing this, Su Fan continued, "I am also a member of the sect, and I should do something for the sect. I don't understand cultivation matters, but I can provide the sect's future prodigies with the mundane things they need for cultivation."

"Hmm, not bad." Zhang Lingyuan picked up his teacup and took another sip. "I am very pleased that you have this intention. The development of the sect cannot be separated from everyone's joint efforts."

Su Fan felt that these words sounded familiar, as if he had heard a similar version at a company's annual meeting in his previous life.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Su Fan thought, "It's just money. Problems that money can solve aren't problems. The problem is that I don't have any money. So, I need to make money as soon as possible."

Thinking of this, Su Fan said, "Then Master, I would like to go down the mountain."

"Go."

……

Su Fan emerged from the Sanqing Hall, clutching the old copy of "Guangling San" in his hand.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, looked down at the sheet music in his hand, then looked back at the direction of the main hall, shook his head and smiled.

Does the Taoist sect lack money?

Of course, I'm not short of money.

At least that's what Su Fan thinks.

Putting everything else aside, just take this copy of "Guangling San" in your hand. If you were to take it out and send it to an auction house, those collectors, musicians, and wealthy people who like to show off their refined tastes would drive the price sky-high.

But I gave it to him anyway.

Furthermore, Uncle Qi had mentioned that the jade pendant Su Fan was wearing was priceless.

But I gave it to him ten years ago.

If they were short of money, any one of these items could feed the entire Taoist temple for several years.

Besides, let alone their master, just take a few of their fellow disciples as examples. They are all skilled in medicine, divination, and fortune-telling. They go out and treat patients or do feng shui consultations, and they make a fortune.

But none of this happened.

Su Fan thought to himself, "So, Master is ostensibly asking me to pay, but actually he's reminding me not to forget my roots, or perhaps there's something even deeper in it."

At this moment, inside the Sanqing Hall, the eldest disciple Zhao Xiyan said, "Master, isn't it a bit inappropriate to make the junior brother make such a sacrifice?"

Zhang Lingyuan said, "What do you know? He sees things much better than any of you."

After that, Zhao Xiyan fell silent.