Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 38 Things Change

After Chen Beimo left, Yun Ni opened the paper ball, tested the poison with a silver needle, and swallowed the pill in one gulp. In just half a cup of tea, a warm and cool life-giving energy rose from her dantian, which not only penetrated her body and cleared away the yang poison of Renshui, but also a warmth surged to her wound, making her feel numb and itchy.

Yun Ni sat in meditation for more than half an hour before she woke up. She felt refreshed and energetic. Not only were all her injuries gone, with only shallow scabs left on the wounds, but her internal strength had also improved by three points.

She was shocked that just one pill could be so mysterious. Could it be the Xuanqi Lingdan used by practitioners?
Yun Ni opened the paper ball and saw the poem on it. She read softly:
"Why bother buying a thousand-dollar medicine? A smile will bring you back to the true self."

Outside the building, women were crying with joy as they packed up their clothes and belongings, said goodbye to each other and talked about their future. The sounds of laughter and crying gradually spread throughout the Zuiyue Building.

The ball of paper in Yun Ni's palm turned into powder. She slowly opened the closed door of the attic. The sun was shining brightly outside, and the golden light shone into the dark attic. As soon as she came out, Aunt Hua came forward crying, "Saint, look at this, what should we do?
How do I explain this to the left and right eunuchs and the leader?"

Yun Ni chuckled, raised her hand and gently patted Aunt Hua's shoulder, saying with a smile: "Everyone, just find your own way to live. Life is short, why bother about so many things?

What prince, what leader, what left-hand man? I am no longer a saint, whoever wants to manage Zuiyue Tower can do so."

As she spoke, she turned around, packed her few luggage, and prepared to leave the building.

Just then, she met three or five women who were also about to go out. They were so scared that they all knelt down. Yun Ni smiled and patted the bag on her back, saying, "I am no longer a saint. Everyone should go their separate ways and find their own way."

Several women were stunned, staring in amazement at the once fearsome and aloof saint who actually took the lead in defecting?

Aunt Hua also packed up her belongings in a hurry, because she knew Yun Ni was not joking when she said she would escape. After disbanding Zuiyue Tower, the leader and his envoys would definitely not let them off. The Saint Girl had extraordinary martial arts skills, so it was very likely that she would be able to escape, but it was not certain for these people.

Just as she was packing up her jewellery, the tightly closed door was forcefully thrown open and several security guards rushed in with grim smiles on their faces.

Aunt Hua was shocked and shouted, "Are you guys really that brave?"

"Hehe, without the Saintess, Zuiyue Tower is also disbanded, and you are no longer useful as the nanny. Everyone knows that you are the one who makes the most money in this building, and we brothers want to help you share some of the burden!"

Several guards relied on their strong bodies to rob Aunt Hua of her property and beat her so hard that she broke two teeth. She collapsed on the ground and watched them leave.

By evening, the young men who came here to have fun found that Zuiyue Tower, the city's largest place for fun, was deserted!
……

The girls who left Zuiyue Tower came to Tingyu Pavilion late at night. They were all beautiful and charming, and standing in the backyard was a scene of spring.

Shen Baoniang stood in front of them and said with a smile, "Girls, I am really happy that you can all come out of the building.

Have you all decided where to go?"

"Mother Shen, I plan to go to my cousin."

"Mother Shen, I want to go back to my hometown."

"Mother Shen, I have no relatives or friends. If you don't mind, I would like to stay with you."

"Me too, me too!"

"Mother Shen, I... still want to fight for it, go to other buildings to become a top girl, and find a wealthy businessman to marry."

……

They all have their own demands and it's hard to satisfy everyone.

Shen Baoniang did not reject them, but said: "If you are willing to follow me, you can follow me to run the teahouse business in the future, and we will no longer do those old things.

You can leave if you want, but the indenture is still in my nephew's hands, so you have to come back in five years to get it back."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone understood that there is no free lunch in the world. They were all smart people and naturally knew how to say and how to listen.

"Then Madam Shen, may I ask what we should do to repay you and Master Chen's kindness?" a woman in green asked.

"I don't ask for anything else." Shen Bao Niang sighed, "I just hope that you can each find a good home. If you have any ancient books and antiques related to the ancient Zhou Dynasty, please send them to Tingyu Pavilion. I will reward you handsomely."

"Yes, thank you, Mother Shen! We will keep it in mind." The women left one by one, and only eight women were willing to stay.

At this time, Chen Beimo came down from the attic. Shen Baoniang smiled and said, "Girls, please tell us your names."

"My name is Yun Mo."

"My name is Qingyu."

"My name is Hongmei."

"I am the Golden Branch."

"My name is Lan Yu."

"I am Chonghua."

"My name is Baoyue."

"My name is Zi Yan."

The eight women all bowed their heads and politely saluted, saying, "Greetings, sir."

Chen Beimo looked at them one by one and memorized the appearance and names of these women in just a moment.

"Okay, we're all family from now on." Chen Beimo said with a smile, "My aunt wants to open a teahouse. In the future, it will be up to you all to show your strengths and make the teahouse famous in Yunzhou City."

"Teahouse?" Qingyu, the playful girl, said happily, "My family has a craft passed down from generation to generation. This is a great use for me!"

Shen Baoniang smiled and said, "That's exactly the point.

From now on, teahouses will have their own rules, but they will be a hundred times easier, and you won’t have to do heavy work, nor will you have to be teased by those playboys. You can just do what you like.”

The eight women felt relieved after hearing this and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mother Shen."

"Don't call me like that anymore." Shen Baoniang said with a smile, "I will be the owner of the teahouse and also the boss.

I will calculate money and pay you a monthly salary every month, and your indenture will be returned after five years. If you are lucky enough to find a husband, you can spend the rest of your life together, raising children and living in harmony.

If you don't want to get married, just follow me. I'll provide you with food and shelter, and someone will take care of you when you get old. When you're old, you can still chat and reminisce about the past with a few friends. Wouldn't that be happy?"

"The shopkeeper is right!" The beautiful Hongmei smiled and said, "I don't plan to find a man in this life. Not only is he unfaithful and cold, but he is also greedy and lustful and is even more deadly.

Where can I get along with Sister Shen?"

Several women were talking and laughing. At this time, Chen Beimo on the side coughed and said, "The purpose of opening a teahouse is not just to earn money from customers. There is a more important mission."

All the women fell silent. Although the handsome young man in front of them looked indifferent, they were still somewhat afraid of him.

Chen Beimo said slowly: "Inside the teahouse, the people on duty every day need to write down all kinds of news in different categories, which are divided into five categories: martial arts, strange stories, ancient objects, temples and small letters, organize them into text, edit and enter them, and hide them in the dark room.

I think, with the talents of the eight girls, they should know which news is useful and which is useless, right? "

The eight women were shocked and responded yes one after another.

After Chen Beimo finished stating his request, he stood up and left. Places like teahouses and restaurants are the best places to collect information, and teahouses are the most suitable.

He knows so little about this world. The more he knows, the more he can have a global perspective. Besides, observing the changes in all directions and the various aspects of human life is not a way of practicing and refining the mind, right?
Chen Beimo returned to the attic and meditated quietly.

He solved all the current problems one by one, and his mind became much calmer. He just focused on practicing.

The mansion next to Tingyu Pavilion was built bit by bit with the sweat of hundreds of laborers. White walls and green tiles, flowing water under small bridges, rockery pavilions, eaves corridors and walkways appeared day by day.

The original residence of Mr. Fu Xiang was also demolished, and a large teahouse was gradually built on the west side of Xishui Street.

In the blink of an eye, it was September, and someone from the work team came to ask what was inscribed on the plaque of the mansion, whether it was "Chen Mansion" or something else.

Chen Beimo thought about it and changed the word "Chen Mansion" to "Yushuiyuan".

If it is written as Chen Mansion, then whose home is Tingyu Pavilion? It can only be his home. If Senior Brother returns home one day and sees the big words "Chen Mansion", he will be happy that Junior Brother has made progress, but he will also understand that this is Chen Mansion, and his surname is Li. How can he stay here when his master is gone?
Chen Beimo is a man who cares about old times, and this is one of the few times he can reminisce about the past.

In September, the autumn wind gradually rises, the sky is high and the air is crisp.

The two persimmon trees in the backyard are full of golden fruits. In the autumn of this year, persimmons will no longer fall from the trees inexplicably.

Chen Beimo stood in the attic, holding a small letter in his hand. It was a letter from his senior brother, and it looked like it was written before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ordinary people could not use the post stations to deliver letters. If they wanted to send a letter, they could only rely on caravans or friends, unless some big sects had disciples who sent secret sentries or carrier pigeons to deliver the message.

The letter said that he had practiced Kung Fu very hard and was highly regarded by the Dharma protectors. He also took some miraculous medicine to increase his internal strength and took medicinal baths to practice his Kung Fu. Now he is almost a second-rate master and is highly regarded by the Dharma protectors and elders in the hall. They all call him a martial arts genius!

His words were full of words like how majestic he was and how he was flattered by his fellow disciples, and told him not to worry, to take care of himself, and not to go up the mountain alone.

Another thing is to burn more paper money and offer more wine to his master on his behalf, so that the old man will not curse him for being unfilial and other nostalgic words in the underworld.

Chen Beimo held the letter in his hand for a long time without saying anything. He only reported good news and not bad news. Even if he had some special meridians, without the hard training, it would be impossible for him to become a second-rate warrior in just half a year.

An ordinary person would have to practice hard for three to five years before he could be considered a third-rate expert.

It would take a second-rate master ten years to master the art in a big sect, but my senior brother only took half a year to get to the point, which shows how hard he worked.

Chen Beimo felt that he should do something, so he picked up a pen and paper and wrote a whole letter, saying that he had gone into the mountains to find a precious medicine for the prefect, received a great reward, brought his aunt back, built a new house, and accepted an apprentice, and everything was fine at home. He also received a magic from an immortal, and he must take this precious medicine.

He took out another pill of the elixir for salvation, wrapped it with true Qi, and rolled it into the letter. This bit of true Qi could ensure that the elixir would remain effective for a month.

As for the things in the gourd, they were warmed by his magical Qi every day, and he carried them with him, so they were naturally affected by his true Qi and maintained their medicinal effects.

After writing the letter, he hesitated about who should deliver it.

The Thunderbolt Hall was a medium-sized martial arts sect. He did not trust ordinary messenger merchants or disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall.

Chen Beimo thought about it and realized that if he made the round trip it would take more than a month, which would not only delay his cultivation, but also prevent him from being able to take care of any changes in the city.

That requires someone who has the ability to deliver the letter to the Thunderbolt Hall and is loyal.

Then the candidate must naturally be him!

Chen Beimo stood up and landed in the nearly completed waterside pavilion at night. He rang the golden bell and chanted a spell: "When the golden bell rings, ghosts, monsters, strange people and extraordinary people, obey my orders!
Taoist Qinghua, come quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden bell rang and passed into the void.

In a small bamboo house far away in the mountains, Taoist Qinghua, who was sleeping soundly, heard the crisp sound of golden bells. He was surprised, but heard a familiar voice.

"Master Qinghua, come quickly!"

The next moment, his mind went blank. He turned over, put on his clothes and held his sword. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to go to the place where the golden bell rang.

Although the old man is old, he still practices martial arts, walking through the forests and through the mountains step by step, without stopping.

Chen Beimo in the waterside pavilion frowned and said, "I forgot that he is an old man. It is a bit unethical to ask him to come here day and night.

It is estimated that we can only wait until two days later to arrive."

The retreat of Taoist Qinghua is not far from here, but it will take five or six days to get there if you are not familiar with the route. However, considering the speed of this top-notch master, two days is enough.

I was not strong enough in the beginning, but now it is different. It is much more convenient to hire someone to run errands.

He took the magic bell, put his hands behind his back and slowly walked back to the attic to meditate.

Under the moonlight, Taoist Qinghua, who was running fast in the forest, couldn't help cursing, what was wrong with him? Why was he going down the mountain like he was possessed by a demon?
It seemed as if there was a voice in the city below the mountain calling him. He wanted to go there, he had to go to the place where the bell rang.

So, deep in the mountains and old forests, under the bright moon, an octogenarian walked quickly through the mountains.

……

On the sixth day of September, the construction foreman was leading Chen Beimo to walk in the garden, taking him on an inspection tour as a way of inspecting the work.

The foreman was from Huaibei, and spoke with a Huaibei accent. He smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, look at this road. Every courtyard and every house is built with top-quality bluestone bricks. It's like walking on flat ground. You don't have to worry about slipping even on rainy days. Moreover, every brick seam is sealed with special clay. Even if it rains hard, the clay won't come out."

"There is also the rockery in Chuntao Garden, which is made of Xiuyan and is carved. It looks like jade, and with the stacked stones and water, and the water flowing down the rocks, it is estimated that moss will grow next year, and it will be even more beautiful by then!"

"And the pillars of this pavilion are made from whole old trees with branches and leaves removed, and painted red for thirty years without fading..."

As Chen Beimo listened to his introductions one by one, he couldn't help but sigh that the craftsmanship of the ancients was also extraordinary, and there was countless wisdom of the ancients in every place.

"Master Yu, how long will it take to complete the work?"

"Well, if you calculate carefully, it will take another ten days. If it's faster, it can be completed in seven or eight days." Master Yu calculated carefully before replying.

"Okay, let's finish it as soon as possible." Chen Beimo took a breath of the fresh air in the forest garden and said with a smile, "Half a month later will be an auspicious day, just in time for moving!"

(September 6th)
(End of this chapter)