Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 40 Family Affairs

This surging blood mist was hanging upside down in the sky thousands of feet above the city. Even ordinary practitioners might not be able to see through the changes in the clouds thousands of feet above the sky.

Chen Beimo was also practicing ancient methods, and his precious body was more sensitive to the changes in the world, so he could see this amazing scene.

It turns out that Mr. Qi was just a scouting dog. He bought and sold properties everywhere just to build such an altar today. This ancient method and formation must have extremely strict requirements on the orientation and earth energy.

The Tingyu Pavilion in his home might have been stuck at a certain point, so Mr. Qi attached great importance to it and wanted to buy it. Later, he had no other choice but to settle for the second best and buy Aunt Zhao's house.

Mr. Qi is just a mortal, and killing him is just a piece of cake. And the people in the next yard are not that powerful either. But isn’t there any cultivator paying attention to such a big plan?
Judging from the momentum, he is at the same level as the boss of the Rain God who set up the Thunder, Fire and Feng Gua in the city that day.

Chen Beimo compared it secretly and realized that even with the help of the ancient formation, he could not achieve such a miracle at the moment. So he rolled over to the ground, pretending nothing had happened and went back to the attic to sit in meditation and regulate his breathing.

This was obviously a plot by some big shot, most likely a cultivator of the evil path. He had no intention of eliminating evil and defending the way.

Since the other party has not provoked him for the time being, Chen Beimo will not rush forward without knowing the enemy's strength.

Take your time. He is still young and has little experience in cultivation.

The sky gradually brightened, and the people in Tingyu Pavilion washed up and went about their business. Shen Baoniang was very busy these days, discussing matters with the girls every day, as well as taking care of various chores such as the various furnishings and arrangements required for the opening of the teahouse.

The girls temporarily lived in Linxia Garden, which was a garden in the southeast corner of Yushuiyuan.

Yushui Garden was built in an extremely elegant and unique style, with a total of six gardens, one studio, one residence and two courtyards.

Of course, Chen Beimo would definitely live in the main courtyard, called Yunshuiyuan, which is located in the quietest place in the south.

There is no way around it because all the houses in this row of Tingyu Pavilion face south and north. If the main house is built according to the old custom of north being more valuable, then there is a street just across the wall, which will be noisy and the feng shui will be bad as well.

Therefore, the main courtyard was moved to the south, right in the middle of the two east-west canals. There is also a pool in the courtyard, arranged according to the eight trigrams and set up in the open air. The water flow pattern will spontaneously flow along the narrow canal to form a Tai Chi pattern, and the fish eye is where the most water Qi gathers in the entire garden, and it is the most suitable place for cultivation.

Chen Beimo went downstairs and was not surprised to see Aunt Liu and Lao Wu packing their things. Moving must be prepared in advance. You can't just wait until the official moving day to move everything in one day. That would be too hasty.

The most important things for moving are clothes, bedding, and beds. These things will be moved on the selected auspicious day. As for other small things, there are not too many taboos.

While they were free, Chen Beimo called the two of them over and said, "Aunt Liu, Lao Wu, how do you want to live?"

Lao Wu smiled and bowed his head, saying, "Of course, we will live wherever you tell us to live, young master."

Aunt Liu also smiled and nodded, saying, "Old Wu is right. We will all follow the young master's arrangements."

"Then you should live in Dongmei Garden, Lao Wu. It is close to Tingyu Pavilion and the north gate of Yuyuan Garden.

Aunt Liu lives in Youlan Garden, which is bigger and quieter. "

"This... this young master's suggestion is naturally good."

Lao Wu hesitated, but still said: "It's just that I want to live in the same garden with Liu Pozi. After all, we are familiar with each other. In the future, the young master will definitely hire new maids and servants, so we can have someone to take care of us."

Aunt Liu, who was usually carefree, was silent at this time. She rolled her fingers in her coarse sleeves as if she was twisting them to pretend not to hear.

After hearing this, Chen Beimo couldn't help but glance at Lao Wu, clicked his tongue, and said, "Well, since you said so, there are two side rooms in Dongmei Garden, and you two can each have one."

"Hey! Okay~ Thank you, Master!"

The old man saluted with a smile on his face, causing Aunt Liu's cheeks to have a barely noticeable blush, but luckily her skin was quite dark so others could not see it.

At this time, Chengze came over and said, "Master, what about me? Which room do I live in?"

"As for you, you can live in Yulu Garden. It's close to my yard."

Chen Beimo thought about it and said with a smile: "Without Lao Wu and Aunt Liu to accompany you, don't be scared in the middle of the night when you live in a house by yourself."

"Master, I'm not afraid now." Chengze touched his head and smiled, "Not to mention living in a garden, I'm not afraid even if I go up the mountain alone."

Chen Beimo thought about it and said, "There are six gardens at home, which are too many. Each garden has some flowers and plants planted in it, and people need to take care of them.

In addition, there is Zitengju where my aunt lives on the left, Qinyunzhai where my senior brother lives on the right, as well as some pavilions and terraces, and the ancestral hall, all of which need someone to clean.

If I ask you to clean a few people, I'm afraid it will take ten days or half a month to get a turn. Lao Wu, you have also been a shopkeeper, how many people do you think we need to recruit?"

Lao Wu used to be the shopkeeper of a big restaurant, so he naturally knew the ins and outs of manpower dispatch. He pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "It depends on how the young master wants to live.

If you often entertain guests at home, or enjoy singing and dancing, and other such things, then you will naturally need people everywhere.

If you want to live in peace and quiet and cultivate yourself, then it is much better."

Chen Beimo nodded and said, "Of course I want to have some peace and quiet, so I can practice my martial arts with peace of mind."

“That would require about twelve.

There are eight maids and four servants needed here.

We also need to select two maids who can cook, after all, feeding ten or twenty people is the most important thing.

The other six were responsible for cleaning and serving. After the purchase, they would carefully arrange what piece of the garden they would be assigned, what matters they would be responsible for, and what errands they would have.

Two of the four servants are needed to be gatekeepers, one of whom must guard the front door day and night, and the two take turns.

Besides, the young master probably needs a carriage or something like that, right? He also needs a servant to tame, feed, and take care of the horse on a daily basis.

The remaining one can follow the young master at any time and can be summoned immediately if there is any errand.

I wonder if the young master still needs a maid in the inner room?"

The old man asked in a low voice with a smile.

After all, Chen Beimo is almost seventeen or eighteen years old, and ordinary people in other families have already married and had children.

"That's not urgent." Chen Beimo couldn't say that he never needed it, so he just said, "Old Wu, you are good at planning. Then the matter of buying maids and servants is left to you. Tomorrow when you have chosen the candidates, ask Ya Xing to send them over first, and I will take a look at them."

Lao Wu said excitedly: "Yes! Thank you very much for your kindness, young master."

He naturally understood what this meant. Such a large house naturally requires a housekeeper. The young master's words were clearly meant to let him take the position.

After all, choosing and buying servants is a time to establish one's authority, and when those servants see who buys them, they naturally feel a little fear in their hearts.

Chen Beimo waved his hand, letting them go about their business, then he put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in his own garden. Pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, bluestone roads, vermilion eaves, animals standing, eaves bells ringing in the wind, in a small pavilion, he stopped to look at a pond of lotus flowers, and said with emotion: "I have obtained all the wealth and honor in the world."

To temper one's mind in this worldly affairs is not about life and death, nor is it about a series of choices. Rather, it is about strolling among wealth and money, being disturbed by it all the time, day and night, without being moved.

With such a large house and compound, and a person who possesses extraordinary magical powers, his magic energy is invincible among ordinary people.

If he had stopped for just one step, he would have gained countless fame, countless wealth, countless fine wine and beautiful women, and countless glory.

Chen Beimo is a normal person. He likes money, wealth, gold and silver treasures, and beautiful women.

But he knew what he wanted. To cultivate immortality, practice cultivation, and cultivate the Way, did he have to give up all emotions and love? To be pure and free from desire?
In his opinion, that was avoidance.

Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart. Only the immortals who have truly walked out of the world are the real immortals.

He is still young now, and perhaps in a few decades his cultivation progress will be slow, and he will suffer day after day, making no progress. Will he be able to resist the desires of this worldly world again?
Or is he like the elegant knight in the picture book, wandering around the world with wine in his hands, with a slender waist in his hands?
Chen Beimo shook his head. He didn’t dare to say that he would not be tempted by external things, but he would try his best to persevere.

During the past six months of living alone, there have been many things I have not done well.

But he is just a teenager, and most of his memories of his past life have gradually disappeared. Chen Beimo is just a teenager in this life, and he is very tolerant of himself.

He allowed himself to make mistakes, to be threatened, to be forced, to begged, to receive mercy and kindness, and he experienced it all.

He is not a perfect man, nor a saint, but just an ordinary boy who has obtained immortal magic and embarked on the path to immortality.

Everything I encounter is the past, shaping my heart of Tao and maintaining my spirit.

Chen Beimo walked slowly for a long time, and only returned to the attic at noon. The feelings in his heart disappeared one after another, and he became the Chen Beimo in Tingyu Pavilion again.

At noon, Shen Baoniang returned to the building and said with a smile while eating, "I heard from the merchants that there are actors from the capital, who are said to be performing the latest Peking opera, and their singing is very interesting.

Moer, why don't you go and take a look? Come back and tell me about it?"

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "If you want to watch it, then wait until we move into the house and invite someone to come to the mansion. You can order whatever play you want to watch!"

"That's not necessary." Shen Bao Niang waved her hands and said, "I just remembered the community performances in the village when I was a child, and there were also operas. It looks familiar. Why do we need to be so extravagant?"

Chen Beimo nodded and said, "When Senior Brother comes back, I'll go visit Master's ancestral land someday. I'll have to continue this relationship."

"Alas, this matter cannot be rushed."

Shen Bao Niang sighed, "What happened back then was very complicated. Let's wait a little longer, until you have all achieved great success before we talk about it!"

Chen Beimo did not mention this matter again, but said: "Chengze is a quick learner. In the past few months, he can do some rough work of making umbrellas."

Hearing this, Shen Baoniang frowned and said, "Your cultivation is more important now. Although the umbrella shop must continue to operate, making umbrellas is a delicate and time-consuming job. Don't delay your important matter."

Although Shen Bao Niang didn't know what kind of martial arts he was practicing, she still reminded him, worried that he would be delayed by the ancestral rules.

Chen Beimo naturally knew it and responded immediately.

On the Double Ninth Festival, people start worshipping heaven and earth and the god of harvest on the altar in Xindongcheng. As this season is the autumn harvest, people will worship the gods for good weather and pray for a good harvest.

In the afternoon, in the yard, Chen Beimo climbed up the tree and picked golden persimmons. Aunt Liu said that she could make persimmon cakes, which were fragrant and sweet, and it was her specialty.

Chen Beimo picked all the fruits from the two persimmon trees at dusk.

In previous years, some of the fruits from the persimmon trees would be given to neighbors, after all, there were too many persimmons on two trees to eat.

This thing needs to be mixed with other fruits, then wrapped in cloth and covered for ten days to get rid of the astringent taste, and it will taste as sweet as candy in your mouth.

After picking three full baskets, there were still a few unripe fruits left, so Chen Beimo stopped picking them.

Under the tree, Chengze, holding an arm full of golden fruits, asked, "Master, are you not going to pick those?"

Chen Beimo looked at the persimmon tree under the dim sunset glow and sighed, "Leave some food for the birds coming from the north."

Chengze nodded and said, "Master, you are such a kind person. Even the birds are afraid that they will starve."

At this time, Aunt Liu opened the back door and walked in, saying with an unhappy look on her face, "What bad luck."

"What's wrong?" Chen Beimo asked with a smile.

"Master, you don't know that in the back alley, the Su family's shop has many newly made paper figurines.

I just came back from buying noodles. When I walked into the alley and looked up, wow! A row of paper figures stared at me with their eyes wide open. I was so scared that I almost fell down. "

The Su family's shop sells paper money for funerals and other items. It is popular in Yunzhou to burn paper figurines when a person is buried. The meaning is to send a few servants to the deceased. If one is poor during life, he must enjoy a blessing after death.

When the master passed away, my family bought three or five paper-made figurines and cranes and burned them together with the deceased.

"After all, it's their business, they do this." After hearing this, Lao Wu hurriedly said something to calm Aunt Liu's gossip.

"Even if it's for a living, this alley is full of people. If he put up a row of paper figures that look just like real people, it would be hilarious in the middle of the night!"

Aunt Liu still felt frightened and choked, and kept mumbling to herself.

Chengze was very curious, so he opened the back door and stuck his head out to take a look, and immediately let out a loud cry.

"Wow!"

Then the child was frightened and ran back to hide behind Chen Beimo, saying: "They can move! They can move!"

Lao Wu quickly covered his mouth and said, "Go away! Go away! Children are not allowed to talk nonsense."

Chen Beimo patted Chengze on the shoulder to reassure him, walked out of the courtyard and looked towards the alley.

In the dim alley, against an old mossy wall, there was a row of neatly arranged paper-made boys and girls. Each of them was dressed in brightly colored clothes. Especially the pair of dark eyes on their heads seemed real, with identical smiling faces, standing in the narrow and dim alley facing the wind.

"Whoo~"

The deeper the alley, the stronger the wind, blowing the wind chimes hanging in the houses. The tinkling sound of the bells sounded in the alley like the laughter of these paper dolls.

(End of this chapter)