Chapter 153 Iron Winged Cloud Eagle
Old Man Mo did not doubt Fang Xun's words. After all, it was impossible for a magical weapon to appear out of thin air. It was just possible that the disciples of Lijian Pavilion had poor eyesight and let the treasure get covered in dust and thrown into the corner of the warehouse.

Fang Xun seemed to remember something at this time, took off the Bixue Zhao Danqing from his waist and said, "By the way, Old Man Mo, there is another big deal, do you want to do it?"

As he spoke, he took out a few sticks of Tianshi sandalwood and placed them on the table. Old Man Mo also stopped, looked over, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

"What business? Tell me."

Fang Xun smiled and picked up a stick of Tianshi Sandalwood and handed it over, saying, "This is the unique secret of my Four Forms Hall, Tianshi Sandalwood."

"Oh, Tianshi Sandalwood, of course I have heard of it, it is very beneficial for the cultivation of internal energy. If you light one when you are in a state of meditation and practice, your practice will be twice as effective with half the effort.

This thing of yours is selling very well in Guangling Prefecture. Although it is not as good as those elixirs that can produce immediate results after taking them, it is better in that it has a long-term effect.

If the amount is sufficient, you can light a few every day to assist in your practice. Over time, the power gained will be no less than that gained by taking medicinal pills.

Two months ago, Tan Liuzhi also sent me some, but it’s a pity that the amount produced by your Four Shapes Hall is too small. It’s not enough for the disciples’ daily consumption, and even less for takeout. At most, we only sell a little over a hundred sticks a month.”

After Wei Lin's death, Liuzhitang was renamed Sixingtang. Fang Xun also gave the sandalwood formula he got from Madam Yedi to Duan Mingfu to run, thus making it a specialty.

It's just like what Old Man Mo said, internal consumption alone is not enough. If it weren't selling well, Fang Xun would not have squeezed out some for takeout.

The amount required by Fang Xun, the other two and Duan Mingfu was enough, and the four of them would light up the Heavenly Master's sandalwood every day when they practiced meditation.

But other disciples were not so extravagant. After getting a few, they were reluctant to use them on weekdays. They would only light one when they were about to break through the bottleneck.

This is still because the income of Sixingtang is not enough, although now its branches are spread across the counties of Guangling Prefecture, and its martial arts halls, pharmacies, escort companies, restaurants, and water transport shipping companies are all run successfully by Duan Mingfu.

But after three months of development, it has temporarily reached a bottleneck, mainly because there is a shortage of manpower. After all, there are only so many people in the original Six Finger Hall.

Afterwards, a new group of disciples were recruited, but it takes time for them to grow. It will take at least five years for a new generation of disciples to grow up.

Moreover, Sixingtang earns a lot but also spends a lot, and the cost of raw materials for Tianshi sandalwood is not very low.

In addition, Sixingtang also needs to save money to maintain business costs, train disciples for food, clothing and cultivation, and supply the resources needed for the daily cultivation of Fang Xun and the other four.

Every month, they can only maintain a balance between income and expenditure. Not only is the production of Tianshi sandalwood far from meeting the hot market demand, but the supply of resources for the daily practice of Fang Xun and the other three also feels a bit restricted.

In the martial arts hall, most of the heroes from the low-level martial arts world, except for a few who were blessed with great fortune and many adventures, were able to accumulate profound skills only when they were old.

And why are those disciples of the major sects on this world's Dragon and Phoenix List so young yet have such powerful skills that are not inferior to those in the martial arts hall?

Why is this?

In addition to his extraordinary talent, this world is full of heaven and earth vitality, and everyone eats well. Cultivation resources are supplied as if they were free, and the medicinal food in each meal can equal the income of an ordinary family for several years.

The same goes for Fang Xun and the other three. If they want to make rapid progress, a supply of cultivation resources is essential. They are treated the same as the thirty-six true disciples.

Now the four of them are already considered to be very 'thrifty', otherwise the daily training needs of just four people would be enough to bankrupt the Sixingtang.

Want to practice martial arts?
No money to practice NMB!

At this time, Old Man Mo also said thoughtfully: "Do you want to form a partnership with me and run this Tianshi Sandalwood business together?"

Fang Xun smiled and said: "This is just an appetizer. I intend to move the headquarters of the Four Shapes Hall in Guangling Prefecture to Jinling Prefecture. I would also like to trouble you to help find a good place as the new headquarters of the Four Shapes Hall.

Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. In addition to the Heavenly Master Sandalwood, I have many other good things. I didn't have enough strength before and couldn't take them out. Now you are my backup. With a master like you in charge, what business can't I do?"

The martial arts characters in the martial arts hall collect not only martial arts, but also too many items to assist in their cultivation, such as Tianshi Sandalwood.

In particular, secret medicines like the Gold-type Shaolin Dahuan Pill can not only heal injuries, but also greatly improve one's skills. Fang Xun also obtained several secret recipes for pills with similar effects.

This kind of treasure is usually only collected by big sects in the martial arts world. Even if a small sect gets the formula, it will not be able to maintain its own strength.

But with Old Man Mo backing him up, Fang Xun would have no worries when he released the item for sale.

Not only that, cooperation with Mr. Mo can also safeguard the development of Sixingtang in Jinling Prefecture.

Jinling is the capital of Jiangzhou. Unlike Guangling Prefecture, a person who has reached the Kaiqiao realm is already a remarkable figure.

He will definitely go to Jinling with Yu Jiaolong in the future, and Sixingtang will have more development opportunities.

It just so happened that the incident of the Black Water Abyss had caused a lot of uproar, and countless people in Jinling Prefecture had their property confiscated and their families exterminated, leaving a large number of properties waiting for others to take over. Fang Xun made a fortune from it.

With Old Man Mo's protection, he can also bite off a piece of fat meat.

"Haha, you have a good plan, but I have done this business. No matter what goods you have in the future, just come to me. You don't have to worry about the seller. I guarantee that I can sell it at a good price and I will only take 20% commission.

I also helped you with the relocation of the Sixingtang headquarters.

As for Tianshi Sandalwood, if you are willing to share the formula with me and run the business together, we can split the profits 50-50, how about that? "

"Okay, it's a deal. Thank you for your care, senior."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xun immediately thanked him. Old Man Mo's conditions were very considerate of him. If it were any other master, the commission would be at least 40%.

At this time, he picked up the 'Green Blood Shining in the Painting' and said, "I have one more small matter to trouble you, Senior. This sword is made of poor quality materials and I am not very comfortable using it.

Senior, please collect the fragments of the Feixue Sword and integrate them into this Bixue Zhaodanqing. "

"Leave this to me, it's a small matter. It will be done in ten days at most. Pack up and get ready. Come to the top of the mountain to find me in two hours. We will set off for Jinling Prefecture. You can start treating Bai Boy after we arrive at the prefecture."

After taking a look, Old Man Mo took the dagger, said something else, and walked out the door.

Fang Xun was stunned for a moment, but still nodded: "Okay, I'll find you at the top of the mountain in two hours."

After saying this, Old Man Mo disappeared in the room.

Fang Xun glanced at Bai Wufeng who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the bed again. Instead of waking him up, he returned to his room and focused his mind on the martial arts hall.

The scene changed before his eyes, and Fang Xun saw a skinny old monk in a gray and white monk robe standing in front of him.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and he looked loose and slack. He held a broom in his hand and although the ground was clean, he still moved it left and right.

It seems that he is not sweeping the floor, but sweeping away the dust in his heart.

The man looked frail, but Fang Xun did not look down on him at all.

The sweeping monk in front of him looked ordinary. Although his strength was not as good as his own, his spiritual realm was extremely profound.

"I have met the master, but his Dharma name is unknown."

The old man raised his head, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes: "I don't dare to be a master. I can't remember what my original name was. Donor Fang, you can just call me the Sweeping Monk."

Fang Xun asked again: "Why are you sweeping the floor, Master?" "Amitabha, your body is a bodhi tree, your mind is like a bright mirror, always wipe it and don't let it collect dust"

The sweeping monk chanted a Buddhist name and said with a sigh.

"I cannot do what the Sixth Patriarch said, 'Originally there is nothing', so I can only learn from Master Shenxiu's 'constantly wipe away'"

Shenxiu and Huineng were both eminent monks in Fang Xun's previous life. In his opinion, there was no difference between their verses; they were just ways of doing things in two different stages.

If Huineng's verse is likened to a sudden enlightenment that leads to the destination, then Shenxiu's verse is the method of action that is applicable to most ordinary people in the world and leads to the destination.

The Sweeping Monk sighed and looked at Fang Xun.

"Donor Fang is truly a great benefactor. His knowledge of Taoism, Buddhism, and magic has all reached perfection. I am far inferior to him.

But since you have already mastered all 72 of my Shaolin unique skills, you should know that Buddhism seeks to save people and the world, while martial arts seek to kill. The two are diametrically opposed and conflicting.

Only when one's Buddhist teachings are higher and one's compassion is stronger, can one practice more martial arts skills."

Fang Xun smiled and shook his head when he heard this, saying: "Master is biased. Even if I practice Buddhism, I will only save myself first. If I can't even save myself, how can I save others?
My body is the body of Buddha, and everything else in the world that is harmful to me is evil and heretical!"

He is not like Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who only knew how to practice the 72 Shaolin Kung Fu skills without thinking about whether Kung Fu is suitable for them.

When Fang Xun practiced a martial art, he would forget about the techniques and the routes of the qi circulation, and only take the essence and digest it to make it his own.

Upon hearing Fang Xun's unorthodox words, the Sweeping Monk sighed even more deeply. The other party was on a different path from his own, and it couldn't be easily changed by words.

"Amitabha, I am obsessed with appearances. The paths are different, but none of them are superior or inferior."

Fang Xun also nodded and said, "That's right. There is no high or low in Taoism. What makes people strong and weak is people. Although you and I have different Taoisms, we can still exchange martial arts. Isn't that wonderful?"

"I really wish to ask you, but I dare not ask you."

As they talked, the two of them sat down on the ground and talked about their respective feelings.

Time passed bit by bit, and just when there were still two quarters of an hour left before the time agreed with Old Man Mo, Fang Xun left the martial arts hall.

Then he asked Dongfang Que and Yan Ming to pack their luggage.

Not long after, Yan Ming carried Bai Wufeng, whose limbs were shattered, on his back, and followed Fang Xun out the door with Dongfang Que.

They headed towards the top of the mountain in silence, and during this time Fang Xun also informed Jade Dragon.

Yu Jiaolong will not return to Jinling Mansion for the time being. Apart from the fact that Su Xingcan and other members of the Black Water Abyss need to be interrogated on the spot, he has other things to do and will not return to Jinling Mansion until about half a month later.

Originally, Fang Xun was going to wait until after the sword-fighting conference and then act together with Yu Jiaolong.

However, he is now a patient and needs to recuperate for a period of time, so he can only rush to Jinling Prefecture to recuperate.

Yu Jiaolong only gave him a signed letter, asking him to go to Jinling Prefecture to recuperate and also go to the Six Gates to handle the employment procedures.

Fang Xun was also happy to slack off like this. When the three of them and the disabled man reached the top of the mountain, they saw that everyone else had left, leaving only Old Man Mo.

After seeing him, Fang Xun asked in confusion: "You said you were going to set off soon, but why did you come to the top of the mountain first?"

Old Man Mo smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know in a moment."

Then no matter how Fang Xun asked, he just said wait a moment, and Fang Xun didn't ask any more questions.

The group found a shed to sit down and chat to pass the time.

Before I knew it, another quarter of an hour had passed.

-

A long eagle cry came from afar.

"Hmm? That sound?"

Fang Xun was suddenly surprised and looked up, only to see a small black dot in the sky gradually getting bigger.

-

The second eagle cry was heard, coming from far away and getting closer, as if it was right in front of them, bringing with it a gust of wind that swept through, making the group of people's clothes flutter and their hair fly.

At this time, Fang Xun and the other two looked up at the sky and saw a pair of huge eagle wings flying across the sky.

Then, a giant eagle with a wingspan of six feet was seen landing steadily on a stone space on the top of the mountain.

Fang Xun was also startled. The eagle landed on the ground, looking proudly, and combing its wings. Even with its wings folded, it looked huge, and each black feather had a hint of metallic luster.

"Iron-winged Cloud Eagle, I didn't expect that you, old man, actually have such a big bird."

In this world, although rare and exotic birds and animals like the Iron-winged Cloud Peng are scarce, there are still some. However, only wealthy families can afford to raise them.

This eagle's strength is modest, but its flying speed is extremely fast. It is very convenient to raise one to use as a means of transportation when traveling. It is much faster than riding a horse.

And Old Man Mo said with a proud look on his face.

"Haha, young man Bai can't walk yet. If you really want to carry him on your back, who knows when we can reach the city. My eagle can travel 800 miles in an hour and reach Jinling City before the sun sets."

He tiptoed onto the eagle's back and touched the bird's head. The giant eagle let its owner pet it like a docile puppy.

When Fang Xun and the other two saw this, they followed suit and jumped onto the eagle's back. The big bird's back was wide enough to accommodate ten people standing there without feeling crowded.

-

Suddenly, it seemed as if a stranger had jumped on it. A hint of hostility flashed in the Iron-winged Cloud Eagle's eyes, and a cry came out of its mouth.

But Old Man Mo just patted it and it quieted down.

"Stand still!"

After the reminder, there was another long eagle cry, and the eagle flapped its wings like an arrow shot from a bow, soaring into the air in an instant, creating a huge air wave on the spot.

A strong airflow blew in their faces. Fang Xun and the other two were a little uncomfortable at first, but they soon stabilized their bodies.

In just a few breaths, it flew high into the sky. The Mojian Peak below became smaller and smaller in people's eyes. Soon, the Iron-winged Cloud Eagle turned into a black dot and disappeared into the sky.

(End of this chapter)