This is what a fairy should be like

In the Taoist's living room behind Wangxian Temple, the Taoist invited Zhuang Lin and Leng Zhiheng here. He did not need the disciples to serve him. He personally made tea for Zhuang Lin and Leng Zhiheng.

The Taoist has calmed down a bit now and is not as excited as before.

The Taoist named Mingxuan is one of the disciples of the old Taoist Jingyu.

However, since the death of old Taoist Master Jing Yu, the other brothers and sisters of the same generation who originally stayed to watch have also left one after another, and basically all received a large sum of money.

"It's ironic to say that given my seniority, it's not my turn to be the master of the Wangxian Temple, but the senior brothers above me... don't want to stay in the temple and choose to return to secular life and leave. , I became the master of this temple..."

"What's even more ironic is that I run such a huge Taoist temple and work hard every day just for a few taels of silver..."

Mingxuan's words were helpless, and he seemed to be trying his best to explain something to Zhuang Lin.

Leng Zhiheng on the side ate red dates like a cow chewing peonies and took a sip of tea. He swallowed it and then said with a smile.

"You are guarding Wangxian Temple, but you still don't have money rolling in? Taoist priest, what are you afraid of?"

Mingxuan frowned slightly and glanced at Zhuang Lin carefully, but the latter didn't look strange.

"Hey, Master Leng, you can't say this nonsense. If I really wanted money, I would have split the money and left like my brothers. With such a sum of money, I can be rich and happy in the world..."

Zhuang Lin just listened and didn't express an opinion. He didn't get to the point until he drank half a cup of tea.

"Okay, I drank the tea and listened to the story. Zhuang still said the same thing. I hope I can take a look at the formation album left by the old Taoist master!"

Leng Zhiheng quickly added next to him.

"Or you can buy it directly. Master Mingxuan, please give me a price!"

Taoist Mingxuan frowned slightly and hesitated before speaking.

"This is what I was about to tell Mr. Zhuang. This album of formations is a relic of Master. I really want to give it to Mr. Zhuang. However, my senior fellow apprentices had previously said that everyone must agree to move this thing... ..."

Leng Zhiheng shouted at Zhuang Lin, Master Zhuang, and Taoist Mingxuan followed suit.

"Then take it out and show it to Mr. Zhuang. I'll give you the same money. Why are you so stained?"

Leng Zhiheng finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Taoist Mingxuan frowned, and after much hesitation, he seemed to have finally made a decision.

"Forget it, Mr. Zhuang, wait a moment. I'll get it for you to look through, but you can only read it here, and you can't take it out of the Taoist temple!"

"That's natural!"

Zhuang Lin responded, and then saw Taoist Mingxuan walking directly to the depths of the room, lifting his quilt, opening a hidden compartment under the bed board, and then taking out a wooden box.

After a while, Taoist Mingxuan brought the wooden box to the table, took out a key from his body, and opened the copper lock on the wooden box.

During the whole process, Taoist Mingxuan was cautious, while Leng Zhiheng and Zhuang Lin watched with curiosity.

Finally, the true content of the wooden box was revealed. It was a book with a badly damaged cover. Taoist Mingxuan took out the book and handed it to Zhuang Lin with both hands.

"Master Zhuang, please look!"

Zhuang Lin stood up and took the book, thanked him before sitting down again, and then opened the shabby book as carefully as possible.

This is not just one formation diagram as Zhuang Lin imagined at first, but it is really such a thick volume with many formation diagrams.

Of course, there may be several pages in a row that actually contain information related to a certain type of formation diagram, but even that is quite a lot.

Zhuang Lin flipped through the pages very quickly. In the eyes of Taoist Mingxuan and Leng Zhiheng, they could almost read ten lines at a time. They would only stay for a while if they encountered patterns.

In just a moment, Zhuang Lin had already flipped through most of the book, and there was a unique charm surrounding him as he was immersed in it.

This made the two people next to him not even dare to make a sound to disturb during the process. Even people like Leng Zhiheng did not get the dried dates again, as if they were afraid that the sound of chewing would be too loud.

Suddenly, Zhuang Lin stopped turning the book, his eyes focused, and he stayed on the page for a long time.

There is a row of words written in ancient seal script below the pattern, but it is not marked with a certain formation like most of the previous formation diagrams. Instead, it says: Eastern Jin Dynasty Xingyue Shiyu Diagram.

Although this pattern looks like some sketch related to the starry sky, in Zhuang Lin's eyes, it is indeed quite similar to the topography of the gibbous moon valley in the Hidden Immortal Valley.

Even part of the picture presented by the word "Shigure" seemed to Zhuang Lin at this moment like a scene of stars and moonlight falling like rain.

Zhuang Lin quickly flipped through the rest of the book, but for the part about the Eastern Jin Dynasty Stars, Moon, and Rain, he stayed there for at least five or six minutes, and then continued to flip through it.

It's just that Zhuang Lin flipped through it more carefully, staying longer on each page, and even started reading it again later.

About an hour later, Zhuang Lin finally carefully closed the pages of the book, and then handed the book back to Taoist Mingxuan who had been standing by.

"Thank you, Taoist Master. Zhuang has benefited a lot from today's visit!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome!"

Taoist Mingxuan responded while carefully putting the book back into the wooden box.

Zhuang Lin looked at Leng Zhiheng beside him.

"According to the contract, I should be paid six million. Please donate all this money to Wangxian Temple in the future as a thank you for what you have done today!"

Leng Zhiheng was stunned for a moment.

"This is not necessary..."

It's just a flip of the book. You don't need so much money to buy that shabby book, right?

Although Leng Zhiheng had just taken a piece of jewelry worth 20 million for Zhuang Lin, it was really a valuable antique, and what he saw in front of him was just a tattered book.

Taoist Mingxuan was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he waved his hands in panic.

"I can't do it, I must not do it. I just borrowed some books. How can I accept such a heavy sum of money from a master? Isn't this a shame for me? It's not like Master never borrowed books and read them. How can you afford it? Don’t do this, don’t do this!”

Zhuang Lin also made the decision out of joy. Seeing the reaction of the people around him, he changed his mind after thinking about it.

"Then I, Zhuang Lin, owe you a favor!"

"Oh, that's quite appropriate..."

Taoist Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and was inexplicably happy.

Having already read the formation atlas, there was no need for Zhuang Lin to stay in Wangxian Temple any longer.

They simply had lunch in the temple, and not long after that, Zhuang Lin and Leng Zhiheng got into the car again, accompanied by Taoist Mingxuan and a few of his idle disciples.

To be honest, Leng Zhiheng had changed from being wary of Zhuang Lin to being more in awe of Zhuang Lin. On the way down the mountain, he asked another habitual question.

"Master Zhuang, where are you going now?"

Zhuang Lin's trip has been quite fruitful. Although there are still some unsolved doubts such as "the vastness of mountains and rivers is very different from ancient times to modern times", it is obvious that the answer cannot be obtained at the conventional level, and can only be found later on the path of practice.

"Let's go to the airport, I'm going back to Hidden Immortal Valley!"

"Oh, that's it. How many more days will you stop playing?"

"Forget it, there are still a lot of things to do when we go back, and it's also a bit of an eyesore here."

"Uh-huh, as you said, let's go to the nearby Suzhou Airport."

While he was talking, Leng Zhiheng was already making a phone call while driving. Zhuang Lin glanced ahead and saw that it was indeed a heavy phone like a small brick.

"Hey, it's me. I've booked two first-class tickets from Suzhou to Jingzhou. They will take off in about an hour. It's okay. I can make it..."

Zhuang Lin just pretended not to hear, then closed his eyes to rest, and began to recall the formation atlas he had just read in his mind.

The book was just an ordinary old book with no hidden mysterious information. Zhuang Lin had already memorized the entire text after reading it.

After Leng Zhiheng finished the phone call, he glanced through the rearview mirror. Zhuang Lin was sitting there with his eyes closed and there was no movement.

It only took half an hour from the foot of Wangxianguan Mountain to the Suzhou Airport, and less than fifteen minutes from collecting the ticket to boarding the plane.

Leng Zhiheng accompanied Zhuang Lin on the plane, and he was relieved until they sat together in the relatively empty first-class cabin.

"Huh... Mr. Zhuang, we have become a peep show at the airport. Did you notice just now that the girl who checked you at the security check looked at you and her face turned red? I heard that you have a good relationship with Director Zhou. You will definitely become famous in the future, why don’t you sign it for me now and it will be valuable in the future?”

Leng Zhiheng said it with a smile, but it was not entirely a joke. Zhuang Lin glanced at him.

"Are you still short of money?"

"That's different! Oh, by the way, before it's time to take off, you'd better give the young master a call!"

Now I suddenly think of it, is it a little deliberate?

Zhuang Lin looked at Leng Zhiheng with a half-smile, but the latter was also thick-skinned, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Okay, let's hit one!"

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In the Zhonghai City Funeral Home, the funeral was about to start in half an hour. At this moment, Liu Hongyu was sitting directly next to his father's electronic ice coffin to rest, while others were making final preparations.

Although the news of Liu Shihao's death was previously concealed by Liu Lei and others, when Liu Hongyu was received at dawn, an announcement had already been made to the public.

If it hadn't been too late, the news of Liu Shihao's death would have been on the headlines of major newspapers.

However, death is like a light going out. For Liu Hongyu, his father's dignity was given by his previous life, and the three-hour funeral was just a formality.

At this moment, Liu Lei came over, holding a Big Brother in his hand.

"Master, Master Zhuang's phone number."

Liu Hongyu, who was holding the sword box and closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and took the call.

"Hey, Master...well, we're almost ready, ah? Are you leaving now?"

On the plane, Zhuang Lin asked with a smile while holding his eldest brother.

"How about it? The little test of becoming an heir can't trouble you, right?"

Liu Hongyu's calm yet confident voice came from the phone.

"If you can't hold me back even at this level, I'm not worthy of being your disciple!"

Zhuang Lin listened to the phone and looked sideways. A stewardess stood next to him and stared at him, opening his mouth slightly as if he was trying to remind him something.

"That's good. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll hang up now and take off immediately. You're not allowed to make phone calls on the plane."

In the funeral home, Liu Hongyu put down the phone after hearing the busy tone, and then glanced at Liu Lei. The latter looked slightly embarrassed, but did not wait for the young master to ask him to explain.

"You can make decisions about the group, but when it comes to my personal affairs, I hope this is the last time, Brother Lei!"

Liu Hongyu's tone was calm, but Liu Lei's heart suddenly felt as if he had faced Liu Shihao before.

"Okay, young master, there will be no next time!"