Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

"Young Master." It was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes in the shadow under the attic. When he came out, there was respect on his somewhat pale face.

"Teacher. I didn't expect you to still be here."

"Hahahaha, what are you afraid of? As long as it's not the ancestor himself, I have a way to get rid of it."

Tang Wen took Zhang Song and turned left and right until they came to a noble mansion. A maid respectfully and carefully served tea to the two of them, but Tang Wen waved her hand and told her to leave and not to disturb them.

Zhang Song was surprised that in less than half a year, his teacher had built up such a large business.

There were more than ten servants, rockery and screen walls, and landscape paintings by great calligraphers and painters on the entrance hall.

It was then that Tang Wen talked about what happened after they separated. A second-level insect cultivator was considered a strong man anywhere. He joined the Hunyuan Sect in less than three days and has now become a deacon, which makes him a relatively senior leader.

This family was the followers of Hunyuan Sect and they donated all their property.

There is some truth in the teachings of the scriptures, but many parts of them have been misinterpreted, exaggerated and exploited.

If you can keep calm and practice according to the teachings, you can still prolong your life, even if you don't become a monk like you and me.

Tang Wen was a Confucian, practiced insect magic, and joined the Buddhist church.

“Gold shines wherever it is, and talented people shine wherever they go.”

Tang Wen respected Zhang Song even more. In the entire Dali Dynasty, only the young leader Zhang Song understood me.

"Just let the servants handle the transaction. I took the purchase list and the sales list."

He called the servants and explained the past. He was very emotional and shook his head repeatedly, sighing that the young master was inexperienced and too kind-hearted.

This is nothing. It is normal to bring some things for people when going out from the countryside. In another world, carrying goods is the hottest business.

Tang Wen: "This should be a code word, thirteen spirit stones."

"This should be a report to the village that Bai Wan failed to advance and his life or death is unknown."

"This is interesting." He narrowed his eyes and tapped the list with his fingers: "This should convey that there is nothing unusual in the village and it has come into contact with other forces."

Tang Wen knew the relationship between Zhang Song and the sixth wine seller Lao Liu.

This list of materials for purchasing winemaking was ordinary. Zhang Song took it and tried various methods of hiding the head and pronouncing the words, but he found nothing unusual.

"It is a secret military technique. Dali Academy has specialized training in this area, and it is not kept secret."

Sixth uncle, the man who dared to go up the mountain and fight with his father for his life with a knife, turned out to be a two-faced person.

Zhang Song just smiled and didn't care. The village was there, with more than 20 affiliated villages and more than 100,000 people. What could a wine seller convey? He could only cheat some support funds.

"fine."

Seeing Zhang Song's carefree and nonchalant look, Tang Wen smiled even more and whispered, "I understand, young master."

This is what it means to take care of the people around you, recognizing the person rather than the principle.

Only such a person could allow Tang Wen to assist him wholeheartedly.

"What's going on?" Zhang Song discovered that Tang Wen's expression actually showed a hint of a willingness to fight to the death.

How could he know that Tang Wen had an extremely rich and sensitive mind, constantly adding plots to himself.

If they were normal villagers, they would have been immediately filled with righteous indignation, would have been furious, would have slammed the table and stood up.

A person who is extremely self-centered and selfish is like a cactus covered with sharp thorns. Anyone who touches it will be pricked by the thorns, even before the other person gets close.

But when you really walk into it, you will find that behind the hard thorns is soft bitter water, and he will do his best to protect everything he has.

If you give me a little good, I will give you a hundred times, a thousand times better.

Tang Wen earnestly and patiently analyzed these people to him, telling him which side they were from and which ones were deliberately spreading false information.

"Where is my father-in-law?" Zhang Song lowered his head and suddenly asked with a smile.

"The Demon Suppression Division or the Grand Master's Mansion."

These two major forces, one is loyal to Emperor Li and has great power. As long as you have the ability, they will give you resources if you ask for resources, and they will give you rights if you ask for rights.

The Grand Tutor's Office founded by Grand Tutor Wen Zhong gathered extraordinary people from all over the world. His power was no less than that of Emperor Li, who was even called Prime Minister Father.

Zhang Song was silent for a moment. Does Master Wen have three eyes?

Tang Wen was curious about Zhang Song's question and explained casually: "I don't know, he should not be a bug cultivator, but he came from a holy land more than 200 years ago and assisted the Holy Emperor of two dynasties."

That shouldn't be the person I remembered.

The two men drank tea and chatted. By the afternoon, the people arranged by Tang Wen had completed everything Zhang Song wanted to do completely and neatly.

What was used were the resources of Hunyuan Sect, without any words or main forces involved.

"?????"

Tang Wen couldn't help laughing and handed the information just brought to him by his subordinates to Zhang Song.

"Is it okay?" Zhang Song took the paper roll and started reading it naturally.

The expression on his face became more and more exciting, not because he couldn't control it, but because the content was too explosive.

Li Chuanzong actually killed his servant and stole a coffin.

According to investigation, this coffin is most likely the famous soul-nourishing coffin, a top-grade treasure, made by the second Marquis Zhenshan and buried in the Li family's ancestral tomb.

This is……

Marquis Zhenshan dug up his great-grandfather's grave and took out the coffin, which was then snatched away by his own son.

Tang Wen couldn't help but sneer softly: "People from the same family are alike. Now the whole city is tracking down Li Chuanzong, the unfilial son."

Zhang Song frowned, a little surprised: "Can't catch it?"

"The Yellow Robe Sect. If there is a place where even the Marquis's Mansion cannot find people, then it can only be the Yellow Robe Sect."

As it was getting dark, the streets began to bustle with people and the noise of carriages and horses. The huge Zhenshan City seemed to have come alive.

Zhang Song changed into a dark blue brocade robe with wide sleeves embroidered with silver thread on both sides, a white bird belt around his waist, and a crystal jade pendant hanging from it, looking like a young master from a wealthy family.

He hid his aura to the late stage of Qi and Blood Realm.

Siling Pavilion, the first-class chamber of commerce in Dali, has a branch in every major city in ancient state.

"Business comes and goes, welcome to our presence, young master."

Zhang Song nodded. The first floor was filled with common goods, such as boots, hats, golden rhinoceros belts, colorful clothes, etc.

They are expensive and are all first-class quality items from various time-honored brands.

A dozen maids were waiting on the side and did not disturb them. A professional shopkeeper introduced the details of the items.

Above the second floor are the cultivators’ belongings, including materials, pills, techniques, etc.

"Son."

As soon as I walked up to the third floor, a waitress in the early stage of Qi training came over.

The third floor was empty, with only three rooms, the doors of which were closed, and there was a guard at each door.

Zhang Song asked, "There are no items on the third floor?"

"Sir, the third floor only receives seniors who are looking to buy special items or sell items."

"Please arrange a shopkeeper for me. I want to sell some things and exchange some items."

The maid took Zhang Song to Room C and stood at the door and asked softly. The door opened immediately and a short old man was sitting inside.

"Master, please."

The old man had a rat-like face and his two pairs of eyes were as big as black beans, constantly moving.

Is this a human or a monster?

Zhang Song had seen too many deformed insect slaves, but had never seen one as weird as this one.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, my name is Huang Ershisan, and I practice the magic of the Heavenly Rat, so you can rest assured that I can give you a satisfactory price for any item."