Chapter 809
Senior Brother Loves You All
"Look at what you brought back, all local specialties from Ji'an. It's hard for me not to know. I heard there was a shocking case in Ji'an. What case was it?"
Pan Yun poured three jugs of wine in one go, then sealed the jars, clapped his hands, stood up, and held up one finger, saying, "First of all, there's no rush for us to come back, because I can fly. The government offices are on holiday right now, so things can't proceed."
“Secondly,” Pan Yun pointed to a second finger, “Don’t change the subject. Tell me, are Third Senior Brother and the others looking for medicine to heal Zhang Liuzhen? Back in Japan, they would go wherever there were treasures and wherever there were seriously ill patients.”
“Skilled doctors often appear near treasure troves and patients, and these skilled doctors often have firsthand information about medicinal materials.” Pan Jun stared intently at Wang Feiyin.
Wang Feiyin's gaze drifted towards Xue Shao.
Xue Shao, understanding the situation, picked up the two jugs of wine and went back to the kitchen: "I'll go heat up the wine."
Only the two senior and junior disciples remained in the courtyard, oh, along with a ginseng doll and a black cat.
Wang Feiyin sighed and touched the head of the stick. He looked up in confusion and found that he could not hear anything.
Wang Feiyin said, "In June of this year, no, it was June of last year. There was a change in the celestial phenomena. I did a divination and I'm afraid that Master Zhang will not live long. If Zhang Liuzhen's injury does not heal, the succession of the Celestial Master's Mansion will definitely be in turmoil. Although his status is legitimate, his health is poor and he cannot protect the country. The court may not support him, and his chances of winning are very small."
"Huh?" Pan Jun looked bewildered: "A strange celestial phenomenon, doesn't that indicate that a great being might appear to assist the country?"
Wang Feiyin glanced at her and said, "A single celestial phenomenon can foretell many things. Did Miaozhen tell you what you just said?"
Pan Yun nodded proudly.
Wang Feiyin said, "To draw such a conclusion so easily, unable to distinguish between the loyal and the treacherous, it seems she needs to copy the 'Dao Yuan Laws' ten times."
Pan Jun shrank back, instantly falling silent.
Wang Feiyin looked her over and asked, "You also agree with her?"
Pan Yun immediately shook her head: "I am not very knowledgeable about astrology. If I don't understand something, I should humbly listen to the explanation. So I have no idea what to say."
She hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Actually, Miaozhen wasn't entirely convinced. She mentioned several possibilities. I was just shocked by Zhang Zhenren's... you know, so I chose the possibility I believed the most to support my shock, right?"
Pan Yun asked cautiously, "Senior Brother, what about Miao Zhen's punishment..."
Wang Feiyin gave her a meaningful look.
Pan Yun made a gesture to her lips and assured them, "I won't ask anymore, please do as you please."
Wang Feiyin then rubbed Bangchui's ears and said with a smile, "What's this about punishment? It's the New Year, just treat it as good food and fun, a rare moment of relaxation in the year."
Pan Yun silently put the wine jar back into the pit, and slowly shoveled the mud back in and pounded it firmly.
She thought bitterly, "No one will be able to easily dig out the wine again."
After Pan Yun filled the pit, prepared the food, and warmed the wine, everyone sat down at the table and began to drink. Wang Feiyin first expressed his joy at Xue Shao and Xi Jin's visit, then warmly welcomed the little boy Bangchui to the Sanqingshan family, and finally sighed that at least the children remembered to come back to see this lonely old man.
Looking at his father's increasingly black hair, Wang Cong asked in surprise, "Dad, have you gotten younger again? Not only is your hair all black, but you also have fewer wrinkles on your face. After shaving your beard, your skin looks even better than mine..."
Wang Cong became more and more heartbroken as he spoke: "Father, won't it be long before I look older than you?"
Wang Feiyin glared at him and said, "I told you to cultivate, but you're obsessed with making money. We have enough money in the mountains now. With your junior uncle around, I'm not so unlucky anymore. I can occasionally go down the mountain to perform a ritual or make a medical consultation. It's not a problem to support myself. Now your junior brothers and sisters are basically self-sufficient. You should just focus on cultivating."
Miaozhen and the other two nodded together.
Wang Cong shook his head without hesitation: "Their cultivation is low now, so they only need to eat, drink, and take medicine to strengthen their bodies, which is enough. But when they reach the fifth level of Great Perfection, they will need to use elixirs to break through. This expense will cost at least a thousand taels, with no upper limit. In addition, after breaking through to the first level, they will need to refine their own natal magic weapon and flying magic weapon, right? At that time, Junior Uncle's materials and labor cost about 100,000 taels. We can't treat them differently..."
Pan Yun coughed and said, "I... I spent so much? Isn't labor only a hundred taels of gold?"
Wang Cong: "Junior Uncle, do you know how much the materials you refine are worth on the black market?"
Pan Yun pondered for a moment and sighed, "Cultivation really costs money."
Wang Cong smiled and said, "There are also training methods that don't cost money, but the process is slow. Since we at Sanqing Mountain have this opportunity, we can't let our junior brothers and sisters suffer."
“These are just normal expenses. If we encounter something unusual, like Zhang Liuzhen who is seriously injured and difficult to treat, how much would it cost to pay for medicine in a year?” Wang Cong counted on his fingers: “When Fourth Uncle first entered the sect, most of the good medicinal herbs in the temple were used up at once, and we also incurred a large amount of debt. Father, in order to raise medicine for Fourth Uncle, you sold a lot of good things and took on alchemy orders for three years. This was with you and Third Uncle around. If it were outside disciples, in addition to buying medicine, they would also have to spend money to hire doctors, which would cost at least double.”
“If you say that the money we have now is enough, I’ll be the first to object,” Wang Cong said. “And we can still make a profit.”
Miaozhen hurriedly said, "We can't put all the pressure on our senior brother. I think we can support ourselves by following our junior uncle in our training. We can find our own pills and magic tools, and if we can't, we don't need them."
"That won't do. My junior brothers and sisters should have what others have too." Wang Cong said seriously, "You are already more outstanding than others. How can you fall behind just because you don't have the same resources?"
Miaozhen was about to speak when Wang Cong raised his hand to interrupt her: "There's no need to say anything more. I'm not doing this entirely for you. It's because I can't bear the hardships of cultivation."
He changed his expression in an instant, grinning and saying, "Junior sister knows that I don't like cultivation, I just enjoy the thrill of making money. So please don't force me, let me go make money."
Pan Jun looked at Wang Feiyin.
Wang Feiyin sighed, picked up a chicken leg with his chopsticks, and said in a deep voice, "Let's eat."
Pan Jun picked up a chicken leg for Wang Cong and said with pity, "No rush. We'll be together for a long time to come. I'll help you make money and keep an eye on your cultivation. We'll start developing good cultivation habits tomorrow. I'll wake you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow."
Wang Cong's smile froze, his hand trembled slightly as he took the chicken leg, and he said with a wry smile, "Junior Uncle, isn't Mao Shi (5-7 AM) too early?"
Pan Yun: "It's getting late. I'm still growing. I've already gotten up. You're all grown up now, what are you complaining about?"
Wang Cong murmured, "It's because I'm older that I'm complaining. I've worked so hard to grow up, isn't it all so I can sleep as late as I want?" (End of Chapter)