Chapter 579 The Ancestral Card Is Mysterious

Feng Jun looked at the ancestral tablet for more than an hour before placing it on the stone table and picking up the tea cup to drink water.

Then he lit a cigarette and smoked it, wandering in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Everyone present knew that he must have some ideas, but no one dared to ask questions.

The four Taoist priests in Maoshan had a lot to say, but no one took the initiative to speak.

After finishing smoking a cigarette, Feng Jun took two more sips of tea before sighing softly, "Maoshan has produced some outstanding figures."

When the short and fat Taoist priest heard this, he raised his brows and was about to speak. He suddenly remembered that he was scolded to the point of bleeding from all his orifices, and he held it back.

Taoist Master Ma coughed lightly, "This is natural. Our Maoshan Taoism has a long history, and outstanding figures emerge in endlessly."

"Haha," Feng Jun smiled disapprovingly and pointed at the ancestral tablet, "If this ancestral tablet is your Maoshan ancestor, that's what your family's orthodoxy is."

Except for Taoist Master Ma, the faces of the other three Taoist priests all changed - it can be said that this was a great insult to Maoshan.

However, Taoist Master Ma raised his brows slightly, hesitated, and then spoke, "What Taoist fellow Taoist said is not unreasonable. My Maoshan Taoist lineage has been around for a long time, but it has faced many crises in the process. This was four hundred years ago. Left behind by the founder of ZTE Taoism.”

Feng Jun nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense... I'm just saying, the founder of the sect should not only have this level."

Hearing these words, the four people in Maoshan rolled their eyes - are you praising someone or scolding someone?

Taoist Master Ma's face turned slightly dark, "Are you going too far with what Fellow Daoist Feng said? My Zhongxing Patriarch is also a highly accomplished and well-known person. As the younger generation, we should be respectful."

According to the legend, this founder of Zhongxing compiled and excavated the classics of his predecessors. He also had a high level of cultivation and restored Maoshan's decline. He believed that even if this founder could not be compared with the founder of the Kai Sect, the difference was not too big. big.

Feng Jun replied disapprovingly, "That is your ancestor in Maoshan. I can regard him as a senior and admire him, so there is no need to say anything."

Having said this, he raised his finger and pointed at Zhuang Haoyun, "If nothing else, Mr. Zhuang's ancestors are better than you, the founder of Zhongxing."

"Haha, Zhuang Zhou?" Taoist Master Ma smiled disapprovingly, "I, Maoshan, am a direct descendant of the Shangqing Dynasty..."

He didn't mean to be disrespectful to Zhuang Zhou, but when others said it, he was "Laozi and Zhuangzi", and Laozi was always in front of Zhuangzi.

Feng Jun waved his hand and interrupted him, "I won't talk about things that happened so long ago. I only said that the high-level virtues that the banker has access to...are better than the person who made this ancestral tablet."

Taoist Master Ma glanced at him and asked meaningfully, "What do you mean by Fellow Taoist Feng's words?"

"Haha," Feng Jun chuckled again, "I told you, you don't understand. If your palm master is here, we might be able to communicate."

This sounds a bit arrogant, but the four Taoist priests have already felt it at this moment. He is not a fake madman, but a person with real talent and learning.

They didn't dare to comment on the other party's evaluation of Zhongxing Patriarch, and they didn't know what level of monks the banker had come into contact with - anyway, what he said was plausible and seemed to be credible.

The key thing is that just by observation, people can see that there is a formation on the ancestral tablet to ward off evil spirits and remove dust. With this skill, no one in Maoshan can match it.

Taoist Master Ma pondered for a moment and asked aloud, "Dare you ask fellow Taoist Feng to reach out his hand just now...what method is it?"

"It's just martial arts," Feng Jun replied calmly, "It's not Taoism... just practice hard."

Photographing objects from the air is indeed a martial arts method, but... only an innate master can do it.

Everyone was silent after hearing this. After a while, Taoist Aunt Zeng cupped her hands at the beautiful scenery and said, "My friend, the iron pot just now... was a storage weapon?"

She kept staring at the beautiful scenery because the iron pot appeared too suddenly, and the other three Taoist priests just happened to see the iron pot flying over out of thin air.

Previously, she thought that this might be some kind of sorcery, but when she heard the other party's explanation from Brother Fang Ma, he was very organized and organized. Nine times out of ten, he was also a Taoist. The word "fellow Taoist" was not just used casually. So she thought of the possibility of storing magic weapons.

Therefore, the good scenery has also become a "fellow Taoist" in her mouth.

Director Mei is very much like a person in the system, and is not afraid of talking nonsense at all. She shook her head and said simply, "You are overthinking it. I put it on the passenger seat, and it wasn't even packaged." dismantle."

The iron pot that was thrown out was indeed unpacked. She also had petty bourgeoisie consumption habits - how could a used iron pot be properly put into a storage ring?

"Really?" Aunt Zeng glanced at her and curled her lips regretfully - what can she do if she refuses to admit her guilt?

When Taoist Master Ma heard this conversation, his memory just now revived a little, so he had to take a good look at the scenery.

Strictly speaking, in the Maoshan sect, he can be regarded as a model of prudent and single-minded cultivation. Even in terms of self-cultivation, he has strict requirements on himself, and his physique is stronger than others.

Today, he first saw a strong man, and then discovered that Feng Jun could "photograph objects from the void." So, it didn't seem very strange to add a woman with a stored magic weapon.

Of course, for the current Maoshan sect, and even for monks in China as a whole, the storage magic weapon is also a legend.

However, the objects captured in the void have long since disappeared and only exist in the books. Hasn’t it also appeared now?

In short, he had already stirred up a storm in his heart, and decided to get to know this master well after returning.

He made up his mind and had to do business. He couldn't ruin Maoshan's reputation, so he raised his hand to Feng Junyi and said, "If Fellow Daoist Feng has completed the details, can you please let me take back the ancestral tablet?"

"This is inconvenient," Feng Jun shook his head and replied seriously, "Mr. Zhuang went to great lengths to borrow this thing for me. I can't live up to his painstaking efforts. I need to study it for a few more days."

There is something in his words, and it sounds like - this thing has limited use for me, but I don't want to return it now.

Zhuang Haoyun even murmured in his heart: What does Master Feng mean? Do you buy horse bones for a thousand dollars?

Taoist Master Ma's expression is ugly again. Do you really think that we, Maoshan, are destined to be defeated?

So he asked unhappily, "How many more days will it take to get details?"

The Maoshan lineage has little influence in Funiu, mainly in the south of Funiu, and some in the northwest. But if the other party thinks that Maoshan has no ability at all in Zheng Yang, then he doesn't mind letting the other party understand clearly what it means to be superior. Thousands of years of inheritance.

However, Feng Jun really didn't buy it at all. He shook his head and said, "It will take a few days to go through the details. It's hard to say... Let your Palm Celestial Master come over and discuss with me."

Taoist Master Ma's face became darker and darker, "What if our Palm Celestial Master doesn't come?"

Are you still planning not to return the ancestral card?

Feng Jun grinned, "If he doesn't come, then I'll just wait for him to come... I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Are you planning to rely on my Maoshan ancestral brand? Taoist Master Ma snorted coldly, "Why won't the Heavenly Master come here in this lifetime?"

In fact, he is usually not so shy when talking to outsiders. Only by being kind can you make money...it's just a matter of practice.

However, peers are not among them - as the old saying goes, peers are enemies.

"Then let's limit it to three months," Feng Jun glanced at Zhuang Haoyun intentionally or unintentionally.

That's right, it's only been three months. Now he really doesn't care about money or anything. The other party has the intention and courage to do some difficult things to deliberately flatter him. Then, of course, he will not disappoint those who support him.

Thousands of gold to buy horse bones? Maybe, but he can collect as many horse bones as he has.

Of course, he also had to give a warning to the Maoshan Sect, "Fellow Taoist Ma, to be honest...if the Celestial Master Guimai doesn't come, I won't be the one who regrets it. That's it. Taoist friends will take matters into their own hands."

At this moment, another noise came from the door in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, several intercoms rang at the same time, "Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, Director Yang is here again with his daughter. Can you let me in?"

Everyone was silent and looked at Feng Jun - only he could make this kind of decision.

"That's right," Feng Jun muttered softly, then raised his voice, "Then...let him go."

The car that brought Yang Yuxin and her daughter this time was a Porsche Cayenne with a Zhengyang license plate and UU Reading www.uukansｈhu.netｔ. Anyway, the Gu family is not short of flatterers.

Porsche drove the car to the No. 1 pump and then stopped. Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin got out of the car.

After not seeing each other for ten days, Gu Jiahui seemed to have grown taller and slimmer.

She came over jumping up and down, smiled and nodded to everyone, but did not speak. The little princess of the Gu family was becoming more and more sensible - this kind of occasion was not suitable for a little girl like her to take the initiative to speak out.

Feng Jun is a little confused. Little girl, do you really think of this place as a weekend getaway?

But since he promised the other party, he would not make a mistake, so he raised his chin slightly and said, "You can leave the car I gave you."

"Oh, I still have some luggage in the car," Gu Jiahui glanced around and saw Lu Xiaoning, "Brother Gazi, can you take it for me?"

Ga Zi had always gotten along well with her, because he had also been tortured by epilepsy, and when he saw this sick little girl, he instinctively sympathized with her.

So he walked over and picked up four large suitcases in a few seconds.

Feng Jun frowned, "Are you... moving?"

While he was asking questions, the Porsche started up and quietly turned around and left, looking very winking.

"We will leave after two days," Yang Yuxin replied softly, "Master Feng, if you have something to do, just do your business first."

When she spoke, she lowered her eyebrows and deliberately kept a low profile, but the aura of being in a position of power for a long time could not be concealed - in fact, just looking at the car that brought her, you knew that she was not simple.

Not to mention, she also speaks with a Beijing accent.

Zhuang Haoyun looked at her, frowned, thought for a moment, and asked suddenly, "Is this Director Yang?"

When Yang Yuxin heard this, she turned her head and looked at him with a little surprise, "It's me, who are you?"

Zhuang Haoyun smiled coquettishly, "Just a nobody."