Asking about longevity

The sect opened its outer doors, recruited disciples, and imparted knowledge and skills of cultivation. When a disciple joins the sect and practices and studies, he needs to pay a stipend.

Different levels of sects pay different amounts of repairs. The higher the level of the sect, the more expensive the repairs are.

Tongxian Sect is only a first-class sect in the monastic world, but in Tongxian City, which only has first-class sects, it is the largest sect. Annual cultivation requires one hundred spirit stones, which does not include various other miscellaneous charges.

One hundred spiritual stones is not too expensive, but it is by no means cheap. It is almost the same as the income earned by ordinary Qi training and casual cultivation for a year, provided that there are no injuries or other places that require spending a large amount of spiritual stones.

Once there is illness or disaster, or if you encounter difficulties that need to be solved by flower spirit stones, it is possible that you will not be able to harvest anything for a year.

I am very happy during the New Year, but once the New Year is over, the burden of monastic life seems to be weighed down again.

Mo Shan put a storage bag on the table and said a little guiltily: I asked a few brothers to borrow some spiritual stones, plus the ones I saved before, there are more than eighty in total...

Liu Ruhua consoled him: I will also go to the shopkeeper of the restaurant tomorrow and ask him to advance some spiritual stones...

Just as Mo Shan was about to say something, he found Mo Hua lying at the crack of the door and eavesdropping.

Hua'er!

Mo Hua was discovered, so he had to smile and ran to sit next to his mother.

Liu Ruhua pinched Mo Hua's ears affectionately and scolded: You know how to eavesdrop at such a young age!

Dad, Mom, are we still short of spiritual stones at home?

Mo Shan said: I am missing some, but yesterday your Uncle Ji said that he would lend it to me, and he also told me to study hard in the sect.

Uncle Ji?

Yes, your Uncle Ji said you were smart and always praised you. Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's head and said.

But Uncle Ji's family doesn't have enough spiritual stones. Mo Hua said.

Mo Shan sighed softly, I'll pay him back earlier after the New Year. Who can have a surplus of spiritual stones these days?

I do! Mo Hua chuckled.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua were stunned for a moment.

Mo Hua stepped up his calves and ran back into the house, then hugged him back, holding a storage bag in his hand.

Mo Hua opened the storage bag, and the fifty spirit stones inside were intertwined with each other and reflected in various colors, which was really beautiful. But as expected, the scene where his parents were moved to tears and praised him for being sensible did not appear.

Mo Shan looked solemn, and Liu Ruhua also frowned slightly.

Mo Hua said anxiously: What's wrong?

Mo Shan tried his best to ask in a calm tone: Hua'er, who gave you these spiritual stones?

It's not given by others, I earned it myself!

Mo Shan was stunned for a moment, Earn it... by yourself?

Liu Ruhua frowned slightly and gently held Mo Hua in her arms, Then tell me, how do you make money?

I drew the formation for Youyuanzhai, but it's the simplest one. Once I draw one, I can earn one spirit stone.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruping looked at each other, thinking that their son spent most of the time in the house before and after New Year's Eve and didn't play much. He only came back after a while after going out. It turned out that he was drawing formations to earn spiritual stones.

The two of them looked at the spirit stones in the bag again. One spirit stone corresponded to one formation. There were nearly fifty in the bag, which meant that they had to draw at least fifty pairs...

Liu Ruhua couldn't help but hug Mo Hua tighter.

Mo Shan hesitated to speak several times, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he just stretched out his hand and gently touched Mo Hua's head.

This spirit stone is your hard-earned money. Keep it for yourself and keep it for practice or buy some delicious food. Dad will find a way to solve the problem of cultivating the Tongxian Sect.

Mo Hua knew that his father was reluctant to use these spirit stones. He rolled his eyes and said, Then my parents will keep these spirit stones for me first. I am a child who cannot use so many, and they are easy to be stolen.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua looked at each other speechlessly, unable to think of words to refuse.

Finally, Liu Ruhua said, Okay, mom and dad will help you keep it first.

Yeah! Mo Hua nodded fiercely.

Okay, it's getting late. You will be entering school tomorrow. You should go to bed early.

Well, good night, dad and mom!

Mo Hua stood up and prepared to go back to the house. After thinking about it, he turned back and said, Mom and dad, you can use it as you need it. You don't have to save it for me.

Mo Shan and his wife couldn't laugh or cry.

Watching Mo Hua return to the house and close the door, Mo Shan sighed and said with a wry smile: As a father, I am not as good as a child.

Liu Ruhua consoled him: Whatever you say, Hua'er knows how to be considerate of his parents, which is a good thing. We should be happy that he can earn spiritual stones by his own abilities. It's just...

Liu Ruhua lowered his head and looked at the spirit stones in front of him, then looked up at her husband, wondering: Can he really earn spirit stones by drawing formations for others at such a young age? He can still earn so much... I'm afraid someone is Seeing that he is young, I thought...

I'll go take a look tomorrow.

Mo Shan said, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

The next day, Mo Hua got up on time. After practicing for a while, he and his mother, Liu Ruhua, went to the outer gate of Tongxian Sect to pay for the training and register for school.

Mo Shan went out early. According to Liu Ruhua, Mo Shan was going into the inner mountain with several demon hunters today, so he had to go there early to prepare.

When they arrived at the outer gate of Tongxian Gate, Liu Ruhua handed over to Shu Xiu and arranged for admission, but couldn't help but look at Mo Hua a few more times.

When you enter Tongxian Sect to practice, you won't be able to see your son on weekdays unless the sect is on holiday during the holidays.

Liu Ruhua told Mo Hua a few more words to practice well, have a good relationship with his classmates, eat well, drink well, dress well, and not bully others, and then went back reluctantly.

Mo Hua stood outside the mountain gate and waved. He didn't turn around until Liu Ruhua's figure disappeared at the intersection.

He did not enter the sect, but first went to Youyuanzhai on North Street. He asked the fat steward to get the materials for twenty sets of open fire formations, and agreed to hand them over in half a month at the latest.

The sect has a ten-day break in the first, middle and last days of each month, with only one day off each time. Mo Hua planned to take advantage of the ten-day break to sneak out and make a deal with the fat steward.

Twenty sets of materials, but the fat steward still only accepted a deposit of ten spirit stones. Considering that the cooperation with Mo Hua...'s brother was very pleasant before, and the quality of the formations submitted was getting higher and higher, the fat steward was very satisfied, and looked at On the face of Mo Hua, the deposit remained unchanged.

After discussing with the fat steward, Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai with satisfaction.

After Mo Hua left, he didn't notice a burly man outside Youyuanzhai looking at him silently.

After Mo Hua left, the man walked into the door of Youyuanzhai.

When the doorbell rang, the fat steward looked up and saw a handsome man in simple clothes, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, with a compelling edge in his eyes.

The fat steward could tell at a glance that this man was a demon hunter, a demon hunter who had actually seen blood! And his attitude is not very good. The way he looks at himself is like looking at a monster waiting to be slaughtered.

The fat steward thought he was no worse than this man in terms of cultivation, but it was hard to say when it came to a real fight. After all, the demon hunter had been licking blood with the tip of his knife all year round, so he had to fight the monster to the death.

And he has been sitting in front of the counter all year round. He hasn't touched a sword in an unknown amount of time, and his fighting skills have long been unfamiliar.

The fat steward weighed it, corrected his attitude, and asked carefully: This fellow Taoist, I wonder what formation is needed?

The burly man was Mo Shan. He spread out a piece of paper that was crumpled together. There were copied formations on the paper. There were a few mistakes in the copying, so there were traces of smearing.

What formation is this?

The fat steward glanced at it and said, It's an open fire formation.

You accept this kind of formation?

The man's tone made the fat steward very uncomfortable. Normally, he wouldn't talk to him, but today he felt that he was a guest when he walked in, and he had to be polite and considerate to his guests.

Of course I'll collect it. This is a commonly used formation that is used by ordinary monk families, so it consumes a lot of money.

Mo Shan said: That kid who went out just now also drew the formation for you?

The fat manager said: This kind of thing cannot be told to the outside world. Youyuanzhai wants to protect the privacy of customers. This is the principle of our firm.

Mo Shan's eyes instantly glared at him like daggers. The fat steward with a thorn on his back thought for a moment and felt that the monks should not be too rigid and the principles could be followed flexibly.

It's not that child, it's his brother.

Mo Shan frowned, Brother?

The fat steward said: Yes, how old is this kid? What kind of formations can he draw? He just runs errands for his brother, and his brother draws all the formations.

Did he say this himself?

Of course, replied the steward, otherwise why would we be doing business with a child?

After the steward finished speaking, he stared at Mo Shan warily:

As for this child's name and where he lives, I can't possibly tell you.

Mo Shan rolled his eyes at the fat steward, What is this child's name and where he lives? As a father, I don't know better than you, so why should you tell me?

However, knowing that Mo Hua was not being used by others, Mo Shan's attitude softened, he bowed his hands to the fat steward and said, Sorry for disturbing you, I'll take my leave.

The fat steward felt relieved and nodded with a slight arrogance on his face.

Mo Shan turned around and left. It wasn't until Mo Shan's back disappeared behind the door that the fat steward took a breath and muttered dissatisfiedly: I won't buy anything either...