Rise of Qinglian

"Yingying, there will be an Eastern Taoist friend coming over later. If you bring him here, don't neglect him."

Wang Mingren solemnly warned that after losing the election, Wang Mingren completely woke up and tried his best to help the family.

During this time, he was busy receiving friends. He had a wide range of friends, including casual cultivators, cultivating sects, cultivating families, and even some demonic monks.

"Yes, ancestor."

Wang Yingying agreed wholeheartedly. During this period of time, she saw Wang Mingren's communication skills with her own eyes. She tried her best to talk and offered many things that could not be done even with benefits. Wang Mingren got it done with just a few words. Many businessmen Cooperating with the Wang family's store has increased the family's income.

Back on the fifth floor, Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng chatted.

Ximen Fengliu frowned slightly, seeming a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Feng'er? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Wang Mingren asked with concern, holding Ximen Feng's hand.

"I don't know why, but I always feel sick lately."

"Feng'er, you don't have it, do you?"

Wang Mingren looked happy. He and Ximen Feng had been married for many years and had no children yet.

The higher the cultivation level of an immortal cultivator, the more difficult it is for him to give birth to an heir.

Therefore, both the cultivating sect and the cultivating family strongly encourage childbirth.

Wang Mingren and Chen Xiang'er have been married for many years and have no children. It's not that he is incompetent, but that he and Chen Xiang'er are at loggerheads and have very little sexual intercourse. He and Ximen Feng get along very well, and they have frequent intercourse after all.

"I also suspect that is the case. I don't know if my husband likes boys or girls."

Ximen Feng's face was filled with a happy smile. After losing the election, Wang Mingren looked away and treated her with great care.

"As long as it's our child, I like it."

"What? Is Mrs. Wang happy? This is a great event!"

A hearty voice suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged man in mysterious clothes walked in, followed by a monk with a fair face.

The middle-aged man has a fair face, carries a black flying sword on his back, and exudes a faint evil aura.

Dongfang Yao was at the eighth level of alchemy. He was a casual cultivator. He had been favored by Wang Mingren in his early years and had a good personal relationship with Wang Mingren.

The monk was wearing a golden cassock and a string of golden beads on each hand. There was no fluctuation of magic power on his body, just like a mortal.

This was the first time for Wang Mingren to see Buddhist cultivators. He thought that Buddhist cultivators were all practicing hard in the West Desert!

"Fellow Taoist Dongfang, who is this master?"

Wang Mingren looked at the monk and asked curiously.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Mrs. Wang, let me introduce to you. This is Master Jingkong. If Master Jingkong hadn't come to the rescue, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see you."

Dongfang Yao said this with a frightened expression on his face, as if he had encountered something terrible.

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Now that the poor monk has encountered it, he naturally cannot stand idly by. I, the Buddha, are merciful."

Master Jingkong put his hands together and said softly.

"If you don't let them kill me, forget it, and don't allow me to take revenge. Master Jingkong, don't you Buddhists have your own position?"

Dongfang Yao sat down on a chair and said with a smile.

"The poor monk rescued the Eastern Taoist friend because he hoped that the Eastern Taoist friend would accumulate virtue and do good deeds. He did not ask the Eastern Taoist friend to kill people for revenge. When will retribution be repaid? It is better to reconcile enemies than to end them."

"I don't agree with this. Immortal cultivators originally compete with heaven and humans. You Buddhists say that you have no competition with the world. Aren't you also occupying the Western Desert? Without the resources for cultivating immortals, Master Jingkong may not be able to cultivate successfully. In the current state, if I don’t kill them today, they will continue to kill me tomorrow. I can promise not to kill them, but can you promise they won’t kill me?”

Master Jingkong shook his head and said: "Fellow Taoist Dongfang, this is what you said. If there is a cause, there must be an effect. Killing them is the cause, and their revenge on you is the effect. Without a cause, there will be no effect."

"That's nice to say. I am a casual cultivator who makes a living by hunting monsters. They rely on their origins in the cultivating sect to grab the prey from me. Do you want me to give it away voluntarily? When it comes to cause and effect, Fellow Daoist Wang is very rare. If you have a grudge against someone, Master Jingkong will show him what causes and effects he has."

Master Jingkong looked Wang Mingren up and down, his expression became solemn, and he said: "Amitabha, everything has a destiny. The poor monk cannot discern the secret of heaven. The poor monk has a message to Taoist Wang, if there is a cause, there will be a result. Whatever you sow, there will be a result. Because of that, there will be consequences. When will the injustice be repaid, be spared and spared."

Wang Mingren frowned slightly and asked: "Master Jingkong, what do you mean by this? Can you explain it in detail?"

"Medicine can cure diseases, and Buddha can save those who are destined to you. Those who are destined will naturally understand, but those who are not destined will naturally not understand. There is only so much that a poor monk can say, and I will say goodbye."

After Master Jingkong said this, he turned and left.

Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng looked at each other, confused. They seemed to understand, but they seemed not to understand.

Dongfang Yao disagreed and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wang, Mrs. Wang, please leave him alone. This old monk is full of empty words. I am confused after hearing this. If everyone was kind, there would probably be no Buddha. After all, the teachings of Buddhism are To persuade people to do good and everyone to do good, why do we need Buddha!"

"You can't say that. I think what Master Jingkong said is somewhat reasonable. Where there is a cause, there must be an effect."

Ximen Feng smiled slightly and smoothed things over: "Fellow Taoist Dongfang, I heard what you just said, someone is chasing you? Who would be so blind?"

"It's the people from Beixuan Palace. It's all Huang Mazi's fault. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't provoke the people from Jiuyou Sect."

Dongfang Yao's face was full of resentment. Beixuan Palace was one of the ten sects in Northern Xinjiang. It had declined in recent years, and he was not someone he could offend.

"Beixuan Palace? Fellow Taoist Dongfang, do you need my help to mediate? Uncle Meng appreciates you very much."

Wang Mingren said sincerely that Dongfang Yao has extraordinary strength. Meng Tianzheng previously wanted to recruit Dongfang Yao to work for Taiyi Immortal Sect and asked Wang Mingren to contact Dongfang Yao to discuss the matter, but Dongfang Yao refused.

"No need, I'm used to being free and don't like restrictions. By the way, fellow Daoist Wang, have you got what I want?"

Ximen Feng smiled sweetly, took out a blue jade box and handed it to Dongfang Yao. Dongfang Yao opened it and saw that there was a crystal stone as black as ink, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling loudly.

Dongfang Yaoan endured the excitement in his heart and said, "Fellow Daoist Wang, please tell me a price!"

"It's just a piece of Xuanyin Crystal, it's nothing. If you provoke Beixuan Palace, you'd better leave Beijiang and hide for a while! I'll help you mediate as much as possible. As for the cost, we'll talk about it later."

Wang Mingren said heartily that high-level casual cultivators are the targets of various forces. In Xu Zihua's words, it doesn't matter if you have a good relationship with a hundred cultivators and you suffer some losses. As long as one of them reciprocates, you will make a profit.

Dongfang Yao has provoked Beixuan Palace, so Beijiang cannot stay any longer. It will definitely cost a lot for him to go elsewhere.

"Fellow Taoist Dongfang, our family has a small territory in the South China Sea. If you don't mind, we can write you a letter. If you take the letter to the South China Sea, our tribe will treat you favorably."

Ximen Feng said considerately, Dongfang Yao was already at the eighth level of pill formation, and if he could recruit an eighth-level pill formation monk for the Wang family, it would definitely enhance the family's strength.

"Thank you two fellow Taoists for your kindness. I accept it with my heart. If you can be of use to me in the future, feel free to ask and go through fire and water without hesitation. I won't stay any longer. See you again when I am destined."

Dongfang Yao declined politely and left.