My wife is a reborn big boss

The Taiqing Sect is located on Taiqing Mountain, eighty miles north of Dingzhou City.

Legend has it that when the founder of the Taiqing School of Taoism arrived here, he saw a crystal-clear stream at the foot of the mountain and exclaimed:

"This river water is so clear!"

So the river was named Taiqing River, and the mountain was named Taiqing Mountain.

Later, he built a Taoist temple on the mountain called Taiqing Temple. Taiqing Temple gradually developed and expanded, and thus it became known as the Taiqing School.

The village that was later built at the foot of the mountain was called Taiqing Village.

Taiqing Village has developed over hundreds of years and is now called Taiqing City.

One morning, five people arrived in Taiqing City.

These five people included a monk, a Taoist priest, a beautiful woman, and a poor man; they were none other than Wu Qiong and his companions.

"We've finally arrived," Jiese sighed.

It hasn't been an easy journey.

"Oh dear, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, please don't blame me, Master," Wu Qiong said with a forced smile.

"This was a decision made by everyone, why should I blame you?" Jie Se shook his head and said.

It turned out that after leaving Shiliu Village, they encountered a family who were planning to move to Dingzhou City.

The family was being robbed by bandits, so Jie Se and his companions intervened and killed the bandits. Afterwards, Wu Qiong saw that their carriage was damaged, so he gave them his own carriage, and the group walked towards the Taiqing Sect.

"Taoist, why don't we go to the Taiqing Sect? What are we doing in Taiqing City?" Jie Se complained.

"Sigh." Ye Qingxuan sighed, then laughed, "Even if we go back to the mountain, we won't see our master. He's probably staying at some brothel in the city right now."

"Little Xuanzi, talking badly about people behind their backs will get you struck by lightning." A clear voice rang out not far from them.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Taoist priest sitting on the side of the street.

His silver hair was styled into a bun, simply adorned with a jade hairpin.

His handsome face was quite dashing, and his purple Taoist robe was neat and tidy.

Even someone unaware of his true nature would see him and exclaim, "What a sage master!"

The premise is that you don't look at his sitting posture.

He was sitting with his legs crossed, one of his cloth shoes lying on the ground, scratching the sole of his foot with his left hand, and holding an old pipe in his right hand, taking a few puffs now and then.

Before him lay a chessboard, and beside it stood a banner with several large characters written on it:

"One tael of silver per game, double the winnings!"

Below the large characters is a line of tiny characters: "Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, calculating both wealth and marriage, as well as bone reading, name selection, and palmistry."

"Master," Ye Qingxuan said with a wry smile, "Why are you here? Normally, you wouldn't be here at this time..."

Are you still sleeping in the bed of that top-tier brothel?

"Because all my money went into opening the market," Master Ziyang chuckled, then asked, "Aren't you going to introduce these gentlemen?"

"Yes." Ye Qingxuan said respectfully, "This is Brother Wu Qiong, and these two are Brother Wu's...confidantes. As for this master, I don't need to introduce him. He came to our Taiqing Sect three years ago."

Master Ziyang smiled and nodded to the group. His gaze did not linger on the two women, but quickly returned to Ye Qingxuan.

Wu Qiong bowed slightly, smiling but saying nothing.

[This Master Ziyang doesn't seem to be particularly fond of women, so why does he frequently spend his nights in brothels? There seems to be a story behind this.]

"Little Xuanzi," Master Ziyang asked, "did you win the contest against the young monk Jiese?"

Ye Qingxuan said with a wry smile, "I am ashamed, I did not win."

Master Ziyang remained unperturbed and continued, "So, did you lose?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "This disciple has not lost to Senior Brother Jie Se either."

"Oh, I see." Master Ziyang sighed.

He looked up at the drifting clouds in the sky, took a deep drag on his pipe, slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke, and said leisurely, "Qingxuan, you've been on the mountain for twenty-two years now, haven't you?"

"Yes, I was abandoned by my parents at birth, but fortunately I was favored by the Dao Ancestor and taken back to the sect by my master," Ye Qingxuan said respectfully.

He didn't know what his master wanted to say.

"Yes, more than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. It's about time," Master Ziyang murmured.

"Master, what are you trying to say? This disciple doesn't understand." Ye Qingxuan asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Master Ziyang smiled slightly, "Qingxuan, you've been expelled from the sect."

"Huh?!" Ye Qingxuan looked up in surprise.

"What the hell! I used my savings of decades to open two betting pools, one for you to lose and one for you to win! But how come you can't win or lose? You wretched child! I don't have a disciple like you!" Master Ziyang roared in fury.

"..." Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

His mind went completely blank at that moment.

"..." Wu Qiong was dumbfounded. Even though Ye Qingxuan had told him that his master was unreliable, he never imagined that Master Ziyang could be this unreliable...

In Jiese's opinion, Master Ziyang should be quite reliable. When he came with Abbot Xuankong three years ago, Master Ziyang seemed quite serious.

He didn't know that it was because his master had also come, and Master Ziyang wanted to compete with Abbot Xuankong.

As for Su Mubai and Li Jianshi, they didn't care at all.

"Alright, that's enough. This old Daoist has been waiting for your return day and night, hoping you could bring me good news, but how have you treated me?" Master Ziyang waved his hand: "Qingxuan, I am very disappointed in you. Go do whatever you need to do."

"Master..." Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly, at a loss for words.

"Daoist Master, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should." Wu Qiong smiled slightly, gave Ye Qingxuan a reassuring look, and then sat down in front of the chessboard.

"Boy, if you want to persuade this old Daoist, then there's no need to say anything." Master Ziyang glanced at Ye Qingxuan and puffed on his cigarette. "This brat has left this old Daoist penniless. Such a wicked child who betrays his master and ancestors is absolutely not to be taken by this old Daoist."

"No, I do not wish to persuade you to retract your decision, but rather to play a game of chess with you." Wu Qiong placed a black piece on the center of the board: "If I am fortunate enough to win, please retract your decision; if I lose, I will offer you one hundred taels of silver with both hands."

Master Ziyang gave him a serious look and laughed, "Interesting, then this old Taoist will play a game with you."

After half an incense stick's time...

"How is this possible... I actually lost..." Wu Qiong murmured.

"Thank you for your patronage, one hundred taels, thank you." Master Ziyang opened his hand, and Little White Girl silently took out a one hundred tael silver note and placed it in his hand.

"I have been studying chess for decades." Master Ziyang looked at the silver note in his hand with a beaming smile, and even his way of addressing him changed: "Young friend, you are the worst player among all the people I have played chess with."

"Impossible... I studied Go for three years back in the day!" Wu Qiong gritted his teeth, rallied his spirits, and said, "Let's try again!"

Master Ziyang, puffing on his pipe, chuckled upon hearing this, "Young friend, if you wish to give money to this old Daoist, I will certainly not refuse. But do you have any money left?"

Wu Qiong's face was ashen; he was indeed out of money.

Seeing his downcast expression, the little white girl silently took out ten silver notes, each with a face value of one hundred taels, and quietly placed them next to the chessboard.

"Heh." Li Jianshi sneered, took out a stack of silver notes, each with a face value of one hundred taels, and roughly looked at them. There were at least thirty of them, which he also placed next to the chessboard.

"So these two aren't your female confidantes, young friend," sighed the old Daoist Ziyang, adding enviously, "You're their male confidante..."