Chapter 695: Chapter 695: Do I need to explain? Chapter 695: Chapter 695: Do I need to explain? Feng Jun had intended to send Gazi to pick up the guests, but fortunately, today Mou Miao and his wife, along with Li Xiaobin, had returned.
Li Xiaobin had been prospering in Chaoyang over the past six months, with people attending her every call, but the mont she returned to Luohua Manor, she was nothing, she didn’t even have the privilege to bring anyone in.
Of course, she knew that these were Feng Jun’s rules, not targeting anyone specifically, but she couldn’t help feeling sowhat unhappy about this.
Now Feng Jun was asking her to pick soone up, and her displeasure grew even deeper—she had almost never personally driven anymore.
She didn’t dare to resent Feng Jun, but after returning to Luohua Manor, she realized again: she was still at the bottom here.
So… if possible, it was better to visit the manor less frequently, since it was very quiet here, not lively at all.
With a touch of resentnt, she went to the entrance to pick up the Taoist from Wangwu Mountain.
Who does Daoist Bei He think he is? He didn’t care about her feelings at all, bringing another Taoist and wanting to get into the car.
Li Xiaobin did not hesitate to stop him, “Elder Taoist, I am only responsible for picking you up.”
Bei He beca annoyed, leaving here all this ti, and now only picking up?
He suppressed his anger, “Fine, this is my disciple, not an outsider.”
“Even your disciple won’t do,” Li Xiaobin said expressionlessly, “this is Luohua Manor, not Wangwu Mountain.”
What a joke, even my driver can’t enter the manor, and you actually think you can bring soone in?
Finally, Bei He couldn’t endure it anymore; his face darkened, “Young lady, is this your doing or Master Feng’s?”
Seeing him get angry, Li Xiaobin wanted to get even more upset, but in the end, she said firmly, “This is not about who wants what, it’s the rule of Luohua Manor. If you don’t believe , ask the gatekeepers whether I can bring in people on my own initiative.”
The tall and short gatekeepers both shook their heads, “Indeed, it’s not allowed. Whoever wants to enter must obtain President Feng’s permission.”
So Daoist Bei He entered with a belly full of anger, feeling that the other party was deliberately mocking him. I am from the esteed Wangwu Mountain, the First Cave Heaven under heaven, and you treat with such disregard?
He t Feng Jun in the hall, where Li Shishi was preparing tea for everyone. Feng Jun and Guan Shanyue were among the three people present.
In Bei He’s heart, the resentnt grew stronger; even the lesser Danxia Heaven Daoists could bring in three people, yet I, the esteed Daoist Bei He, can’t even bring my disciple. This must be a deliberate insult to Wang Wu’s dignity…
Feng Jun noticed that the man seed a little angry, but he didn’t really care. So what if he was at the seventh layer of Mortal Shedding? Over at Funiu Mountain, there was a Mortal Shedding ninth layer from another dinsion who still had to heed my warning and not step outside.
So he pretended not to notice and warmly invited everyone, “Co, have so tea to warm up.”
The tea was Tieguanyin, a gift from Elder Guo of Wudang Mountain, best brewed using the Kung Fu Tea thod. One should drink it hot, small cup after small cup.
Daoist Bei He picked up a little cup and drained it in one gulp, feeling all the pores in his body open up.
However, thinking of his disciple currently in the cold wind, he extended his hand and slamd the cup down heavily on the table.
Feng Jun glanced at him strangely, really wanting to ask—what’s wrong with you?
But he didn’t want to appear petty, what if it was unintentional? So he ignored it.
He held back, but Guan Shanyue spoke up, “What do you an by this, Daoist Bei He?”
Bei He certainly had a forthright nature, responding directly, “The tea is fine, it’s just a pity that my disciple is still outside in the wind… The threshold of Luohua Manor is indeed high.”
Feng Jun looked at him, smiled, and gave a polite gesture, “Ah, I’m really sorry… This is your first ti here, right?”
“That’s right,” Daoist Bei He nodded, “I never imagined that, after all is said and done, not even my disciple can accompany .”
Feng Jun waved his hand and spoke indifferently, “It’s understandable for the first ti… You’ll get used to it after a while.”
At these words, Bei He froze, and after a long while, he incredulously asked, “You’re saying… get used to it?”
“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded, took out a cigarette and lit it, then blew out a couple of smoke rings, “This is my place, you are welco to have your opinion, but here, I make the rules.”
Daoist Bei He was silent for a long ti before he chuckled, “I’ve heard Feng Daozhu has a bold personality, truly authentic.”
“Bold? Absolutely,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly and let out another smoke ring, “While I’m young I must be bold, or else it’ll be too late when I’m old… It won’t be fitting to be bold by the ti you reach Elder Daoist Bei He’s age.”
Upon hearing this, Bei He could no longer restrain himself, “It seems you have so objections to my Wang Wu Lineage?”
“No objections,” Feng Jun shook his head, replying with certainty.
Bei He’s expression relaxed upon hearing this, but then he was caught off guard when Feng Jun added, “You’re not worth having objections.”
He got furious instantly, “Not worth it… Are you saying Wangwu is not worth it?”
Feng Jun glanced at him lightly, “It’s not what I say, but what I believe in my mind… Look at your Zheng Jingzhu, what kind of person is he? Do you dare say that Wangwu truly lacks a Spirit Gathering Array?”
“That’s a matter for Wang Wu itself,” Daoist Bei He replied with a serious tone, giving as good as he got.
Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with him, “If you’re biased, I simply won’t let you in. If you have sothing to say, say it. If not, I’ll see you out.”
Though Bei He was over seventy, he could be willful, but when it ca to reason, he was receptive. He took in what was just said, “I’m here for two things. First… can Master Feng give Qingcheng a break?”
Feng Jun looked at him, montarily at a loss for words.
The feud with Qingcheng was not sothing that could be easily summarized in a few words.
To begin with, it was Qingcheng that had made the first move against him, regardless of whether others were instigating it or not—starting with sending two martial masters into Luohua Manor.
Next, his own actions in Qingcheng were not that drastic; he rely killed a few who richly deserved it, effectively announcing that Luohua was not to be trifled with.
During that period, Yang Yuxin was nearly shot and ca close to being hit by a bullet.
Lastly, he left Qingcheng because the relevant authorities took over, investigating the influence and infiltration of foreign forces on religion.
Now Bei He was actually asking him to give Qingcheng a break—he had nurous curses welling up inside him.
He blinked several tis before speaking in a deep voice, “I’ve never been one to initiate bullying. Soone’s been coveting my modest ho, pulling every dirty trick they’ve got. If it were you… could you endure it?”
“Is that so?” Bei He laughed, “Did Qingcheng force you to go to Jin City?”
“Anyone who dares target must pay the price,” Feng Jun crushed his cigarette butt and gave the other a once-over, a hint of a smile playing at his lips, “If I don’t hit back hard, wouldn’t I be… letting any Tom, Dick, or Harry walk all over ?”
Seeing this, Bei He flew into a rage. Are you saying I’m so Tom, Dick, or Harry?
But the angrier he got, the more composed he beca, so he actually let out a laugh, “Haha, let’s set the Qingcheng matter aside for now. I’d like to ask, Mr. Feng, did you go to Xiqing Mountain with Tang Wenji from Maoshan during the Spring Festival?”
He was no longer addressing Feng Jun as “Fellow Daoist Feng,” but as “Mr. Feng,” which seed more polite but actually created more distance.
“Strange,” Feng Jun looked at him oddly, “where I’ve been… do I owe you an explanation?”
He still cared about his reputation among fellow practitioners of the Daoist sects, but if it were the Official Governnt asking, he would have outright denied it.
“Alright, you don’t need to explain to ,” Bei He’s attitude actually beca much calr, and he cracked a slight smile, “But as a cultivator, don’t you think it’s inappropriate to harm innocent civilians at will?”
Feng Jun frowned and gave him a glance, then shook his head slightly, “Such things, I would never do… I never engage in bullying the weak.”
“Haha,” Bei He laughed disdainfully, “You can deny it all you want, but the victims have identified Tang Wenji, and Zhengyang’s SUV. It won’t be hard to investigate and get to the truth.”
Feng Jun laughed unconcernedly, thinking to himself that if you can trace through Zhengyang’s SUV, more power to you!
Even if Wu Limin were given an extra dose of courage, see if he dares admit it was !
He didn’t explain, but Guan Shanyue was starting to feel a bit uneasy.
Aunt Guan was always cautious and had only approached him after figuring out Feng Jun’s temperant, but it was exactly for this reason that various opportunities were missed. Hearing these words, her heart began to waver again.
So she spoke up, “What’s going on, Daoist Bei He? You’re not harboring a grudge and intentionally defaming Master Feng, are you?”
Bei He was not one to conceal things, and he let it all out in a rush.
It turned out that among the four who fell ill, there was a young man from a car repair shop. His family was relatively wealthy, so he took a plane directly to Maoshan to seek Tang Wenji’s help in treatnt.
The condition of the four was quite serious. Although there were no severe symptoms, they simply felt cold, and the key issue was that they couldn’t eat; anything consud was promptly vomited.
The two individuals that did get up to travel were scarily thin and even had difficulty boarding the plane. The two young n from the car repair shop were in better shape but not by much.
One of the young n ca from a rather impoverished family, while another had better financial conditions and bought a plane ticket to Maoshan directly.
This young man arrived at Maoshan only to find Tang Wenji unavailable, as she was in seclusion. Feeling anxious, he inquired around and heard that the person who attacked him might not have been Little Celestial Master but rather a man traveling with her.
The young man and his family couldn’t help feeling wronged. We didn’t do anything, just walked a few steps with a wrench in hand.
Did they act violently? Truly, they hadn’t.
But they never stopped to consider whether, without their support, the other two would have had the guts to go back on their word so brazenly… and still expected money on top of that; if so, they shouldn’t even think about leaving.
Needless to say, the relatives of the young man from the car repair shop looked into it and beca certain that the woman that day was Tang Wenji—aside from her WeChat ID, the Little Celestial Master was frequently livestreaming. A simple online search would yield countless pictures of her.
Since the Little Celestial Master was in seclusion, then who was the man in the sa car?
Actually, just a Zhengyang license plate was enough for everyone to guess who this man was.
(Automatic update failed, so I updated manually, thankfully in ti and without breaking continuity. Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.)
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