funbook-pk Chapter 28 Commission
Chapter 28 Commission
Sheng Wansong has some guesses about the magic of this world, but they are still conjectures and need to be verified gradually in the future.
In Sheng Wansong's view, the strange little props used by the Taoist priest Mingyuan did not have any real energy, but were more like the application of some kind of rules.
These rules are not natural laws, but rules set by humans.
This "person" does not refer to any one individual, but rather to the product of thousands of years of accumulation on this land and the intertwining of the thoughts of the general public.
Just as apples fall downwards and countless rivers flow into the sea, this is a rule that doesn't actually exist, but it does play a role.
In contrast to magic techniques, the internal energy generated by martial arts is real, existing energy.
It has temperature, can be measured, and can even be stored if given the right equipment.
Both have their own set of standards, which are applicable to different fields, so it's hard to say which is better or worse.
"The imperial Confucian scholars pacified the chaotic world and honored the emperor."
The founder of the "Imperial Journey" technique, Lin Tianxing, was revered as the Emperor of Confucianism for pacifying the chaotic world and unifying the Confucian school.
Sheng Wansong looked out the window. In this small world of the inn, the comings and goings of people were relatively peaceful.
But everyone knew that the Great Liang was nearing its end.
Like Dawangzhai, ambitious people have already begun to make their plans.
"So, you want me to follow the old path of the imperial Confucian scholars and quell the chaos?"
Sheng Wansong couldn't help but chuckle.
People often say that the greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people, but Sheng Wansong's character is very different from that of the Imperial Confucian Scholar. He does not have a great sense of national responsibility, nor does he have the selfless spirit of sacrificing himself for the benefit of all beings.
If there is injustice in front of him, he might lend a hand, but he has to work hard and devote himself to saving the world.
Sheng Wansong didn't think he was that great.
Even if you follow in someone else's footsteps, it would be nothing more than a poor imitation.
While he was pondering, Sheng Wansong saw Shangguan Hong and Daoist Mingyuan return to the inn, followed by an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.
"Thank you so much, Daoist Master! Thank you so much, Daoist Master!"
The middle-aged man thanked the old Taoist priest profusely, treating him as if he were his second parents.
The old Taoist priest, on the other hand, maintained a haughty demeanor and showed disdain for the man's attitude.
Shangguan Hong stepped forward, acting as the old man's messenger, "Manager Li, have we fulfilled our promise and the agreed-upon reward?"
"Of course, of course!"
Manager Li readily agreed, his face beaming with smiles, and strode into the inn.
An Lan puffed out her cheeks, indignantly saying, "That old man didn't do anything, he just made things worse."
Sheng Wansong smiled; he didn't care about such a trivial matter.
"An'an, let's go downstairs."
Shopkeeper Li took out a fist-sized money bag from a hidden compartment. It was stuffed full, and even the 'aloof' Daoist Mingyuan couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
Just as he was about to catch it, another hand suddenly reached out and took the money bag away.
"It's only right to do things for money." Sheng Wansong weighed the money bag in his hand, grinned at the shopkeeper, and said, "If you want to thank someone, don't thank him, thank me instead."
Having said that, he accepted the money pouch.
The shopkeeper was completely bewildered, while the old Taoist priest Mingyuan stared wide-eyed, his gaze following the money bag until it disappeared before he came to his senses.
Facing the old man's glare that seemed to want to devour him, Sheng Wansong remained calm and said quietly, "Those who do not work shall not eat."
Just as he put the money pouch into his pocket, he suddenly seemed to remember something and took it out again.
"Mingyuan Taoist Temple has been suppressing evil spirits for many days, and its hard work and merits are well deserved. You deserve a share of the credit."
After saying that, he opened the money bag under Mingyuan's expectant gaze, picked out a few small pieces of silver, and put them into Mingyuan's hand.
"These few pieces of silver are what the Taoist priest deserves."
The old Taoist priest had no way to deal with him. He clutched his chest in anguish and slumped into a chair.
Manager Li was completely baffled, having no idea what was going on.
But he dared not interfere in matters concerning martial arts practitioners and Taoist esoteric practices. Since both sides seemed to know each other, he obediently kept his mouth shut and remained silent.
"I have been escorting Daoist Mingyuan for a long time, serving him diligently all the way. I should also be credited for my hard work."
Shangguan Hong chuckled softly and extended her slender hand with a smile.
The heroine's fingers were slender, white, and as smooth as jade, without a trace of calluses. It seemed that the Bibo Sect's martial arts also had the miraculous effect of beautifying the skin.
"It's only natural."
Sheng Wansong also took out a few silver coins and placed them in Shangguan Hong's palm.
The female knight immediately clenched her fist, accepted the broken silver, and said to the slumped old Taoist priest.
"Master Mingyuan, now that this matter is settled, let me escort you back to the mountain."
"you!"
"he!"
"I... sigh!" The old Taoist priest kept changing his mind, finally letting out a long sigh.
Everyone present could hardly contain their laughter and chuckled softly.
"Master Mingyuan, look."
When Sheng Wansong saw him like this, he took out his money bag and waved it in front of him, and the old Taoist's eyes widened in surprise.
Mingyuan immediately reached out to grab it, but missed.
These fake Taoist priests from Yemaoshan Mountain live far less comfortably than the real Taoist priests. They don't have ordination certificates and can't get jobs from the imperial court or large organizations. Only ordinary people like Manager Li can be fooled by them and invite them out of the mountains as real Taoist masters.
They weren't particularly skilled; they only knew a few folk remedies to exorcise ghosts, risking their lives to earn a few coins from poor ghosts.
This time, Manager Li was the most generous person Mingyuan had ever met in his life, which is why he went to great lengths to come here to help him exorcise the ghost.
"I'll use this money as payment to ask the Taoist priest to do something for me."
Upon hearing that there was work to be done, Mingyuan's expression turned serious. "What is it?"
He knew in his heart that this matter was by no means simple.
"It's a very simple thing."
Sheng Wansong placed the money bag directly on the table, the heavy silver coins falling down, but Mingyuan dared not take it.
"You said the zombies were corrupted by the evil spirits in a nearby tomb. I need you to find the location of this ancient tomb."
Mingyuan looked suspicious. "So you've got your eye on the treasure in the tomb too?"
Sheng Wansong shook his head. "Since this cemetery is nearby and has been opened by tomb robbers, evil spirits could escape at any time."
"I'm not talking about any grand principles; my hometown is nearby."
He explained, "Even if it's just to protect my family and friends from evil spirits, I have to ascertain the condition of the ancient tomb."
"Let's make this clear beforehand: I'm only responsible for searching; I absolutely will not go inside!"
Seeing Sheng Wansong nod, he hurriedly grabbed the money bag and stuffed it into his pocket, afraid that Sheng Wansong would put it back.
Shangguan Hong was worried about this matter and frowned as she asked, "Even the members of the Tomb Raiders have suffered; this tomb must be extremely dangerous?"
"You don't need to worry about this kid, not anyone else."
The old man glanced at the shopkeeper, skipped the details, and went straight to the conclusion, "Dirty things avoid him."
"As for me, there's even less to worry about. This old Taoist priest would never put himself in danger!"
"Thank you for your concern, Lady Shangguan."
Seeing that the old Taoist priest agreed, Sheng Wansong said to him, "I will be setting off for Suzhou soon to participate in the Sword Appraisal Meeting."
"If you find the burial site, you can go to Peach Blossom Village and tell Guan Lin and Zhang Jiao. These two are my sworn sisters and are trustworthy."
Sheng Wansong was not worried that the old Taoist priest would run away with the money.
Not worried at all.