My Master is the Real Boss – Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Commendation

Two days later, outside Ping’an Temple.

Following the crowd with a silly smile, Xiang Jiannan really didn’t expect that there would be a commendation ceremony in this dynasty. He was spacing out outside the temple when they arrived.

The Pig Demon was paraded around the town for two days. Next, a bigger stage awaits him.

First, the county, then the prefecture, each with a three-day exhibition, and finally sent to the capital.

There, there is a permanent institution of the Fu Mo Si, which can be used to solve the final disposal problem of the Pig Demon’s corpse.

For example, skinning and tendon extraction to turn waste into treasure, or leaving it to those adults for research purposes. After all, wild boars are also pigs. Disassembling and crushing them will always have some use.

“If all cultivators in the world were like the Taoist Priest, my Great Zhou would surely be peaceful and prosperous.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Pei Dafa’s superior really wanted to hold Gao Yu’an’s hand when he spoke.

At such a moment to show off his image, not holding hands felt like something was missing. It was a pity that this Old Taoist always held his horsetail whisk. He tried several times but failed. The Little Taoist Priest next to him was even more excessive, directly tucking his hands into his sleeves, smiling dryly and acting like he didn’t know anyone.

The two of them, no wonder they are so down and out.

They are not at all on the ball.

Pei Dafa’s superior is the County Magistrate of the county to which Ping’an Town belongs, surnamed Lin, with the given name Zhen. He is known for his cautious actions. The dynasty Xiang Jiannan is currently in is called the Great Zhou, which is completely different from the one in his original world.

The administrative divisions alone are much more advanced.

“Your Excellency is absolutely right.”

Wishing he could extend his own hand to the County Magistrate, Pei Dafa estimated that he would definitely be criticized later.

It was originally a beautiful scene of friendly interaction between officials and the people, but it was made somewhat awkward by the Taoist Priest and his disciple. He had already instructed them before the County Magistrate came, but these two still didn’t know how to read the room.

The old one was only staring at the pile of silver on the tray, and the young one was even worse. This Little Taoist Priest looked more and more ethereal these days.

“Bring the things up.”

Having long noticed Gao Yu’an’s greedy gaze, Magistrate Lin, having put on a good show, would naturally not disappoint him. Ping’an Town had been in the limelight these past few days. People from neighboring prefectures and counties kept coming to see the pig. Compared to verbal praise, silver was more direct.

See, this is the attitude of my Great Zhou towards ghosts and demons. Anyone who dares to disturb the people’s livelihood can be punished. As long as they don’t die, there will be rewards.

The prerequisite is to leave a complete corpse like the Pig Demon. Lin Zhen would not recognize it if it was smashed into pieces.

It must be said that there is no shortage of people with profound magical power in my Great Zhou. Besides those who serve the imperial court, there are also many wandering cultivators. However, most of them ignore the people’s livelihood and are obsessed with cultivation. When they do act, they want money, and often at a high price. The deeds of Gao Yu’an and his disciple must be vigorously promoted. As fellow members of the two religions, the other side that opposes the Taoist Sect is a bit lacking.

It’s not that they don’t offer salvation, but they are selective.

How could the manpower of a country keep up with the demand? If it were sufficient, the Chen family’s matter would not have dragged on for so many days. The Fu Mo Si does not have a permanent institution in the county. Once they encounter something that ordinary people cannot solve, they can only report it according to the regulations and wait.

Expecting a group of Yamen Runners to solve it, Magistrate Lin does not have that kind of appeal. Going through the motions is fine.

“This Old Taoist is truly ashamed to receive this.”

While saying he was ashamed, his hands were not idle. When the silver was brought in front of him, Gao Yu’an’s mouth couldn’t close with joy. He finally reached out to take the tray, and then wanted to pour it into his arms. This action, without even a word of thanks, infuriated Pei Dafa beside him.

He immediately coughed, reminding him to pay attention to the occasion.

So much silver, he wasn’t afraid of breaking his Taoist robe. He should hold it properly, no one is going to snatch it from him.

“I was momentarily overjoyed, and a bit forgetful.”

Pulled back to reality by Pei Dafa, Gao Yu’an didn’t actually think he was wrong, but just didn’t want to make things difficult for him. So, he held the silver tray and continued to wait. Cultivation is about facing one’s inner self, and his inner self was now thinking about quickly putting away the silver, that’s all.

“Your Excellency has been troubled recently, why not take this opportunity to ask the Taoist Priest for guidance?”

Seeing that if they continued to talk, both sides would become awkward, while the atmosphere had not yet cooled down, the advisor next to Lin Zhen spoke up.

This was the reason why the County Magistrate personally visited Ping’an Temple today. The commendation was usually just a piece of paper.

If it wasn’t for hearing that a Taoist Priest who could subdue demons had appeared in Ping’an Town, he and the County Magistrate would not have come all this way.

If the Pig Demon was really subdued by them, the matter that the County Magistrate encountered definitely had a chance.

“Master Guo, please don’t mention it again. Today, we came here only for official business. My personal matter, Lin, is not convenient to disturb the Taoist Priest’s cultivation.”

While speaking, he secretly observed Gao Yu’an’s reaction. Lin Zhen seemed to be blaming Master Guo for being too talkative:

“Even if the Taoist Priest agrees, I would never agree!”

I’d better run away quickly.

Seeing Magistrate Lin and Master Guo singing in harmony, the first thought that arose in Xiang Jiannan’s mind was to escape.

That fake mustache, even I, Xiang Jiannan, think it’s fake. Whenever a Taoist Priest is needed for guidance in this dynasty, it’s never a good thing.

I’ve only just seen the beginnings of becoming strong, and I don’t want to get involved in so many disputes.

After two days of thinking, Xiang Jiannan’s research on that Bagua was relentless. He finally concluded that it could help him become stronger. As for how it would make him stronger, it was probably the same as that night with the Pig Demon.

Separating a drop of water from the water line, and then allowing himself to gain insights afterward.

As for when the Bagua would appear again, and when the water droplet would flow out, he currently knew nothing.

His initial judgment was that it was needed in a critical moment, but the question was whether this judgment was reliable. What if it didn’t work at that time? Based on the current situation, further observation was needed.

In these two days, he also discovered something. That is, since the Pig Demon incident, he could actually understand the scriptures in the temple. Every time he read them, he would feel extremely hot, as if he was being baptized by fire from head to toe.

This feeling also varied in intensity. After reading the same scripture multiple times, the heat would gradually decrease.

“Disciple, come here.”

Always paying attention to his disciple’s movements, when he noticed that Xiang Jiannan wanted to slip away, Gao Yu’an was not in a hurry to reply. After turning around and stopping his disciple’s inappropriate thoughts, he then smiled at Lin Zhen and Master Guo:

“Let’s talk about things inside the temple. This Old Taoist happens to have nothing to do these days.”

That’s what a Taoist Priest should say!

Reluctantly returning to his master’s side, Xiang Jiannan felt that this Old Taoist was going to rope him into something again. The incense at Ping’an Temple had been so prosperous these past few days. Saying that you have nothing to do, doesn’t your conscience hurt?

There are only two of you, and one is being bossed around.

While everyone in Ping’an Town was full of joy, about three hundred miles to the northwest.

After swallowing a bright red pill, a somewhat haggard old man instructed his subordinates:

“Old Pig is dead, tell them to be more restrained over there!”