Chapter 578 Ancestral Card

Seeing that Taoist Master Ma was silent, Zhuang Haoyun extended his middle finger again, "Secondly, your Maoshan ancestral tablet is of little help to my son. I spent a small 600,000 yuan last time to come to this conclusion."

Taoist Master Ma also knew that the ritual cost was 500,000 yuan, but there were some other expenses. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a small 600,000 yuan.

He really wanted to ask, since the ancestral tablet is useless, why did you force it to be borrowed?

But thinking of the two muffled thunders in his ears just now, he decided not to speak for the time being.

Zhuang Haoyun extended his ring finger again, "Thirdly, my child's recovery requires a process. I really want my child to stay in Luohua Manor, so I will lend you your ancestral tablet for a few days and let Master Feng go over it... He is happy Now, it’s easier to talk about my son.”

This is too insulting. The majestic Maoshan ancestral tablet can only be used for reference?

Taoist Master Ma's face turned darker and darker. After waiting for a while, he saw that he stopped talking, and then he laughed ferociously, "This ancestral tablet is the Taoist tradition of my Maoshan Mountain, and it involves the uninherited secrets of the ancestor... Do you know your guilt?"

Zhuang Haoyun sneered, "A secret that won't be told? Don't be kidding...is there a patent?"

Is there a patent or not... Taoist Master Ma choked to death on these four words. He was stunned for a long time before snorting coldly, "Donor Zhuang is so brave!"

"I'm really not kidding you," Zhuang Haoyun said seriously, "I spent a small 600,000 yuan, and I didn't even hear a sound. I didn't say anything at the time, did I? Admit it! Now I want to argue with you, sue Can you be a liar?"

"Now I want to spend money to borrow it and show it to Master Feng... It's not a big deal, right? Isn't it just money?"

Taoist Master Ma is older and more stable in his actions. He is not a talkative person.

But in this Dharma-ending age, one has no eloquence at all, cannot fool people, and cannot be a Taoist priest.

So he didn't call Zhuang Haoyun serious, but turned to look at Feng Jun, "You just called me Taoist friend, and you are also a practitioner? Do you think... you are much better than Maoshan?"

To be honest, he felt particularly uncomfortable when his own rituals failed to cure the person, but someone else did.

Once word spreads, what will happen to the Maoshan lineage?

Feng Jun doesn't want to belittle Maoshan, they are all cultivators - even if the other party may have become a pretender.

However, this guy asked a bit too much! What does your home look like? Don’t you have any idea?

Just in time, Gao Qiang brought down the brewed tea from the bus. Feng Jun took a sip from the teacup and then said calmly, "I cured Mr. Zhuang's son."

These words made people even more angry. The short and fat Taoist priest shouted loudly, "Do you think you can defeat Maoshan by yourself?"

"Shut up!" Feng Jun shouted, as if a thunderbolt sounded in the clear sky, "Is it your turn to speak?"

The short and fat Taoist priest suddenly trembled, and then blood came out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The scene was silent for a while, and then Taoist Master Ma spoke in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Zhang is impatient. Thank you Taoist Brother for chastening me in Maoshan."

This may sound very polite, but in fact, it is only one step away from falling out - am I, the disciple of Maoshan, doing the right thing? I am the one in Maoshan who disciplines me, and it is your turn as an outsider to cause trouble?

Feng Jun waved his hand and spoke loudly, "It doesn't matter, I just said that I cured the person."

Taoist Master Ma's face darkened, "Do fellow Taoists really underestimate my Maoshan lineage?"

Feng Jun took another sip of tea and said the same thing, "I cured the person."

Do you dare to change a line? Taoist Master Ma was going crazy. "Since fellow Taoists look down on Maoshan, why do they care about our Taoist tradition?"

This time, Feng Jun didn't even bother to say the fixed lines. He raised his finger and pointed at Zhuang Haoyun - you say it.

Zhuang Haoyun spoke sternly, "Taoist Master Ma, I did this. I just wanted to please Master Feng. Don't tell me about orthodoxy or not. I don't understand... Five hundred thousand for a ritual ceremony, borrowing the ancestral tablet." How about five million in ten days?”

This price made Taoist Master Ma very excited. These days, it is really not easy to meet a well-off and devout layman.

After all, the Maoshan sect is too involved in the world, but in this era of Dharma-ending times, if they don’t actively join the world, the orthodoxy may be cut off.

Therefore, Taoist Master Ma relaxed his tone, "If you want to borrow it for Fellow Daoist Feng's reference, you can tell Little Heavenly Master directly. For you devout believers, Maoshan is also willing to support you."

"What should I say?" Zhuang Haoyun smiled bitterly, "I told the little Celestial Master that Maoshan couldn't cure my son, but someone else did... I borrowed your ancestral tablet to please him?"

This was a real problem, and he didn't want to offend the Little Heavenly Master, but... was it possible to say this directly?

Taoist Master Ma thought for a while and put himself in his shoes. Mr. Zhuang was forced to make a choice, but he said, "Then you can take away the ancestral tablet and leave the check... I, a disciple of Maoshan, won't be so angry."

"Please, I also want to leave a check," Zhuang Haoyun bared his teeth in distress, "However, although Maoshan has not applied for a patent, if I leave a check, it will be evidence of crime...criminal evidence."

Taoist Master Ma was silent again: What you said makes sense, but I am speechless.

After being silent for a while, he raised his head again, but he was not looking at Zhuang Haoyun, but facing Feng Jun. He knew very well that if he continued to entangle with Zhuang Haoyun, it was just a matter of words. Everyone had their own reasons, and he wanted to get rid of this situation simply. The situation must be broken through this person.

As long as Feng Jun can win this round, all the other losers will be won back.

So he asked straightforwardly, "Can Master Zhuang's profound Taoist practice be an eye-opener for us? You cured Mr. Zhuang before, but we haven't seen it, so don't talk about it anymore."

Come out with some practical information, don't always say that - I cured people, you don't have to worry about it, I almost went crazy listening to it.

Feng Jun smiled disdainfully, "How can you understand my moral conduct?"

He has already observed this person, but he has not yet entered the realm of a warrior - a half-step warrior, what the hell is this?

It's not far from the mountain gate, and there are quite a few people around him at the moment. Although most of them are acquaintances, he doesn't mind performing some reasonable Taoist skills, but in the end, he still thinks it's better to keep a low profile.

But... I don't seem to know what the hell Maoshan's ancestral brand is. Does it make sense to be so harsh?

He raised his chin at Zhuang Haoyun and said, "Mr. Zhuang, take out that ancestral sign and let me take a look."

Zhuang Haoyun looked around and found that besides himself, there were three men standing next to Feng Jun. Xiao Ge was standing not far away. Two hundred meters away, there were two gate guards watching eagerly.

With so many people, he was not afraid of the other party's troubles, so he put the briefcase in his hand on the stone table and opened it.

Seeing this, the short and fat Taoist priest subconsciously wanted to come over, but Gao Qiang blocked his front with one side of his body.

If we really want to talk about the powerful spirit, his momentum is even better than that of Gazi and Di Aixin.

However, the short and fat Taoist priest refused to give up and insisted on pushing through. Gao Qiang twisted his waist and pushed the person out with only his back.

Taoist Master Ma's face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Feng Jun raise his hand, a brown light flashed, and the brown sign in the briefcase flew into his hand from a meter away.

The sign is not big, with a width of twelve or three centimeters, a height of twenty-five or six centimeters, and a thickness of about one and a half centimeters. It is full of patterns and has a base underneath. If you don't look carefully, it looks a bit like a spiritual tablet enshrined in an ancestral hall.

This brand is neither gold nor stone, but the weight is not light, weighing more than ten kilograms.

Feng Jun took it in his hand, weighed it first, and then stretched out his hand to tap lightly. The sign made a dull sound.

The volley camera he used when taking the sign had already shocked the four people in Maoshan. Of course they could see that Feng Jun had never been in contact with Zhuang Haoyun, so this was definitely not magic.

However, when he saw him reaching out to knock on the ancestral tablet, Taoist Master Ma still spoke out, "Fellow Daoist Feng, this is my Maoshan ancestral tablet. Palm Vein Heavenly Masters have to take a bath before they can touch it. What you did is going too far."

Feng Jun didn't even raise his eyes, as if he didn't hear what he said, he looked at the sign over and over again.

But Gazi couldn't help it when he heard this, and murmured in a low voice, "It sounds nice, but you are not allowed to use a rag when wiping?"

He didn't want to tell the truth to the other party. According to Feng Jun's rules, he had no right to speak here without permission.

Gazi just felt something in his heart, because every year during the Ghost Festival, his parents would always take out the memorial tablets of his grandparents and read www. uukanshu． Net offers incense, which is usually kept in a box. When it is taken out, it is covered with a layer of dust and needs to be wiped clean.

But when he was talking to himself like this, Taoist Ma just took the opportunity to have an attack.

He sneered and spoke with pride, "My Maoshan ancestral tablet never needs to be wiped, and it will not get dusty if left for a thousand years."

When the people in Luohua Manor heard this, they were slightly startled: It has not fallen into dust for thousands of years - is this the magic of the ancestral tablet?

Buddhism and Taoism often have rumors of supernatural phenomena. Even those who do not believe in ghosts and gods will inevitably be wary of them.

Gazi's soliloquy was criticized. He was surprised and a little unconvinced, "There happens to be a construction site in the manor...can you open our eyes?"

Director Ma glared at him fiercely, "Damn it, this is my Maoshan ancestral brand. Are you going to take it to the construction site and eat ashes?"

To be honest, this request itself is disrespectful to Maoshan, but Taoist Ma has great confidence in Zupai.

So he didn't have an attack, he just looked at this extremely powerful young man coldly, "You want to open your eyes? Yes! But if the ancestral card is really effective, how should your offense against me, Maoshan... be calculated?"

Gazi's chest puffed up, and he was determined to accept death. "If it really works, I can apologize. If you are not satisfied, you can also make demands."

Just when Ma Taoist Master was about to speak, Feng Jun spoke. He spoke without raising his head, "You don't need to know it, you know, this thing does have the effect of warding off evil spirits and removing dust. The formation is almost useless, but it can still last for quite some time." ."

Hearing this, Gazi immediately shut up, while Taoist Master Ma looked at Feng Jun suspiciously, "Formation?"

Feng Jun still ignored him and continued to look at the ancestral cards.

Taoist Master Ma shut up angrily, but there was some inexplicable expectation in his heart.

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