Talk About Bragging, How Do You Really Have The Qualifications Of The Great Emperor?

Chapter 45: The Taoist Who Doesn't Spend Money, Who Dares to Use?

Wow.

Otherwise, how could he become a wealthy man? This little mouth of his is so filial.

After a moment.

Mr. He, with a swollen face and a bruised nose, walked out of the inner room with a face full of grievances, followed by his contented father.

After beating his son, all the resentment disappeared, and it became easier to perform the ritual.

"Thank you, Master Wang."

Mr. He, with tears streaming down his face, said, "If it weren't for Master Wang admitting my father into the mansion, I'm afraid I would have missed the opportunity to see my father for the last time."

"Moved, I am truly moved~"

After saying that.

He clapped his hands and ordered the guards next to him to bring out an exquisite wooden box. "A small token of appreciation, please don't reject it, Master Wang."

Bang~

The lid of the wooden box opened, and a burst of golden light immediately shot out.

In that wooden box, neatly arranged, were rows of gold bars, totaling thousands of taels, dazzling the eyes of the onlookers.

"Mr. He, what does this mean?"

Wang Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Our Three Purities Immortal Gate has rules, are you trying to make me violate them?"

Eh~

Mr. He shook his head and said, "Master Wang, how can you say that?"

"You risked your life to exorcise demons for Maple City, this is the reward you deserve."

"Furthermore."

"If it weren't for your help, my father might have been left outside the gate, resentful even in death."

"I... I, He Daren, am a well-known filial son. You saved my father, you are a great benefactor to my family!"

"A mere thousand taels of gold, what does it matter?"

[Ding!]

[Detected someone bragging, congratulations to the host for gaining +1 mana.]

Wow.

Although Mr. He was beaten black and blue, he still handled the horse smoothly.

To be honest.

If it weren't for Wang Xiu's recent increase in wealth and his exposure to the world, he might not have been able to withstand this test.

"Mr. He, I really can't accept this money!"

"Elder, you must accept it. I know the price for your true disciples to take action, this small token of appreciation is nothing."

"This mission is a free gift."

"How can I let you work for nothing! If you don't accept this money, I won't feel at ease, and neither will my father."

...

Wow.

At a banquet, Wang Xiu and Mr. He were going back and forth.

Wang Xiu's mouth was almost worn out, but he still couldn't convince Mr. He. The latter stubbornly insisted that if there was no free exorcism, he would rather not invite Wang Xiu.

After all.

Who dares to use a free Taoist priest? What if they hold a grudge and tamper with your ancestors' graves, and twenty years later, a zombie pops out? Wouldn't that be a disaster?

And they don't even need to do anything drastic.

If Wang Xiu didn't like Mr. He, he could just call his father back every now and then to beat him up, which would be enough to make him suffer.

After dozens of back and forth concessions.

Finally.

Wang Xiu sighed and made a concession, "Since you're so generous, I won't be polite."

"I can accept this money."

"But!"

As the conversation shifted, Wang Xiu smiled and said, "I hope, we can change the form."

Sure enough!

Immortals are also human, and who in this world doesn't love money?

Mr. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Please enlighten me, in what form? Pearls and jade, antique calligraphy and paintings?"

Wang Xiu shook his head slightly.

He smiled and said, "Pearls and jade, antique calligraphy and paintings have no meaning to us cultivators."

"Since Mr. He insists on giving me a thousand taels of gold, I hope you can use this gold to purchase rice, medicine, and distribute porridge and provide medical treatment in several nearby cities."

"Let poor families have a full meal, and let those afflicted with illness use it to treat their diseases."

"In this way, I can accumulate some merit."

"It can be considered as accumulating merit for you. Those who possess virtue will naturally receive the blessings of heaven, with abundant wealth flowing in. It will also greatly benefit your future business. I wonder what the honorable gentleman thinks."

It's not that Wang Xiu doesn't love money.

In fact.

If it were a few months ago, the Wang Xiu back then might not have been able to resist seeing such a huge sum of money.

But.

Now, Wang Xiu is no longer the poor and destitute young man he used to be. He now carries 2000 spiritual stones in his arms and has tens of thousands of spiritual stones worth of Soul Nourishing Lotus in his pocket.

Even.

The Immortal Execution Sword, stained with Dark Blood on his back, is a treasure worth at least tens of thousands of spiritual stones. If converted into gold in the mortal world, it would be worth tens of thousands of taels.

A thousand taels of gold.

It is no longer enough to make Wang Xiu sell his soul again.

Instead of accepting this tip and burying the hidden danger of being discovered and punished by the sect, it would be better to use it for charity, which would benefit the reputation of the Three Purities Immortal Gate and the Divination Lineage.

With a good reputation, he can make friends all over the world.

With more friends, he can enjoy drinking and listening to them bragging about their upgrades!

Seeing Wang Xiu's open and honest expression, Mr. He couldn't help but be stunned.

Having grown up in a business family, Mr. He is accustomed to deceit and is naturally skilled at observing words and expressions. He can tell that Wang Xiu is not joking.

This immortal cultivator really intends to donate a thousand taels of gold to do good deeds.

You see.

Mr. He had previously inquired about the market situation in the Immortal Cultivation World. The market price of a spiritual stone is roughly equivalent to a tael of gold.

A thousand taels of gold, even for cultivators, is not a small amount.

Is this immortal cultivator really willing to donate?

Could it be that the young Daoist in front of him is truly a True Monarch who cares for the world and has noble character?

For a moment, Mr. He couldn't help but feel ashamed, but at the same time, he felt surprised and fortunate.

Yes.

Surprised and fortunate.

A Daoist who is willing to accept dirty money may give people some peace of mind, but if they can accept it once, they can accept it twice.

Even.

It's possible that if you originally had no trouble, they would deliberately create trouble and then ask for benefits under the pretext of it.

Mr. He's father had heard many stories like this when he traveled around doing business in the past.

Some scoundrels from the Buddhist Gate like to do this.

But.

A Daoist who accepts a thousand taels of gold and casually uses it to help disaster victims and provide free medical consultations is relatively much more reliable.

"Master Wang's benevolence and righteousness are unparalleled. It truly makes me feel ashamed!" Mr. He sincerely said, "Please rest assured, Master Immortal. I will instruct my subordinates to set up stalls and distribute porridge in Maple City tomorrow. It will definitely be reliable!"

Wang Xiu nodded slightly, feeling relieved.

He had never seen such a shameless person who wouldn't take gold unless it was forced upon them.

If it weren't for his quick thinking, he wouldn't know how many more words Mr. He would have used to pester him!

...

It was already late in the day.

After reciting the "Sutra of Rebirth" to help Mr. He's father pass away, Wang Xiu stayed in the guest room of the He Mansion.

He planned to rest well and then choose a burial site for Mr. He the next day.

On the other hand.

With Mr. He's order, the once quiet and deserted Maple City suddenly became lively.

Shelters were set up in gathering places throughout the city overnight.

Attracting a lot of attention.

According to insiders, it seems that Mr. He set up these shelters all over Maple City because his father's seven-day mourning period had passed and they were preparing for the burial.

Therefore.

They were preparing to invite the entire city's elders and fellow villagers to a feast, with free rice porridge and steamed buns, and even stewed pork with noodles!

For a while.

People who heard the news were dumbfounded: Wow, Mr. He is quite a character!

His father passed away.

Everyone is celebrating. Is that appropriate?

(End of this chapter)