Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Her entire body was being repeatedly and intensely cleansed, becoming soft, blissful, and even the lingering afterglow of exhaustion made it difficult for her to calm down.

The last time I saw my little brother so excited seemed to be when he almost made Zuo Qiuchi smoke.

Chu Mingkong concealed his shame and forced a smile:

"...Yes, I just wanted to make up for what I missed before."

That's what he said, but if he really wanted to recall it, the lingering sense of wonder in the secluded path was almost entirely a feeling brought about by his master's wife, Bingdan. The only thing he could feel from Yunhan seemed to be her graceful figure and delicate skin.

On a deeper level, my feelings were almost entirely dominated by my master's wife's ice pill!

Chu Mingkong really felt that his master's wife had a very deep plan. With her leaving, Chu Mingkong and Xiao Yunhan, the siblings, would definitely be inseparable to an uncontrollable degree. However, she made some moves during such a crucial cultivation stage, and Yunhan was completely unaware of anything amiss.

Chu Mingkong absolutely dared not tell Yun Han this news, otherwise he felt that it would really lead to a break between their sects...

He couldn't be sure whether this subtle minotaur effect only worked on Yun Han, or whether it applied to everyone who cultivated with her.

If it's the latter, then that's troublesome!

To conceal his guilt, Chu Mingkong pondered for a moment and then took out the Bodhisattva inheritance given to him by the Asura King.

"What is this?" Xiao Yunhan asked when Chu Mingkong suddenly took out this item. "A new dual cultivation technique?"

"Yunhan, why do you assume it's related to cultivation as soon as you see me take out a technique? This is a technique for controlling the Wuxiangtian, given to me by the Asura King," Chu Mingkong explained helplessly.

"The Bodhisattva's legacy is a bit dangerous, isn't it? There might be traps and schemes hidden within it to convert you." Xiao Yunhan frowned, very worried about this.

Liu Rushi didn't practice any Buddhist techniques; she just copied and recited Buddhist stories and speeches by monks like Bodhisattvas that circulated outside the temple. Yet, she still brought such a disaster upon herself. Wouldn't it be extremely dangerous for her to practice the techniques of Bodhisattvas now?

"Don't worry, the Asura King also practices this technique. If there were any real danger, she would have tried it already."

“That’s true…” Xiao Yunhan agreed. “What if you are really influenced by Buddhism one day?”

"Then I'll estimate—"

Chu Mingkong looked up at the sky, contemplating his future:

"I want the Buddhist community to build me a magnificent and grand Mingwang Hall that surpasses even the imperial palace, and to house three thousand beautiful nuns who practice with their hair intact."

Every morning, they would kowtow towards the sun, bending their backs and raising their buttocks. I would use their plump, white buttocks as a wooden fish, clapping this beautiful wooden fish every day to accumulate merit.

Bai Niang: "......"

Xiao Yunhan: "..."

After hearing his words, Xiao Yunhan felt more and more that the full moon below the woman's waist resembled a wooden fish.

Now imagine Mingkong sitting in the Buddha hall, with a woman in front of him offering her fair and delicate wooden fish for him to strike while chanting sutras.

This also brings to mind the image of three thousand nuns offering their snow-white wooden fish in the main hall...

I feel that even if my younger brother is converted, he will be a great scourge if he goes to Buddhism.

Chapter 420 Business Plan

Chu Mingkong dared not remain alone any longer, not because he was afraid of having wild thoughts when he was alone, but because he was afraid that his sister Yunhan would not be able to resist the urge to cultivate diligently, and thus allow her to experience the wonderful pleasures of being a master's wife again...

Then I felt endless shame and guilt. What a sin!

Therefore, Chu Mingkong no longer stays on this carriage.

The carriage was unmanned, but there was no need to worry about it getting lost. This fine horse was the same beautiful mare that had been brought from the capital to Xiling and was now continuing to accompany him.

After being nourished by many fine herbs and medicines, this mare has now been transformed and can be considered a spirit beast.

Of course, combat ability can be ignored for now; anyway, he's fast, has supernatural abilities, and understands human speech.

Letting the beautiful mare lead the carriage at breakneck speed, Chu Mingkong flew into the Immortal Treasure Pavilion.

He originally intended to go directly to his master's place, but seeing that Qingse was still in her room handling business, he felt it was necessary to go in and give her some more instructions.

In the room, Qingse was working at her desk, which was covered with several thick notebooks. Although these notebooks had developed a "group chat" function, Qingse had so many clients that she had to divide them into so many notebooks.

She would write on a piece of paper to report the status to her clients, sometimes copying the current progress chart of the semi-finished product onto the paper so that her clients would be kept informed.

"Qingse, it's so late, are you still busy?"

After responding to a customer, Qingse closed the notepad, feeling tired but happy, her face radiating a sense of accomplishment.

"There's no other way. We've just expanded into a new business, and it's rare to receive such popularity and welcome. We can't just keep reselling those jade toys for the rest of our lives, can we?"

Chu Mingkong was hard to comment on; how to put it...

Qingse was naturally unwilling to sell such private items at the prestigious Xianzhen Pavilion, but if she had sold Niu Niu for a period of time with pain and reluctance, she would accept it very naturally and even feel that this was normal business!

This is probably what Lu Shuren meant by compromise and reconciliation.

"That's true. It would be even better if you could avoid using my name in sales in the future." Chu Mingkong raised his eyebrows.

Qingse unexpectedly fell silent, looking at him with a subtle expression.

It seems to be saying silently:

That won't work!

"This isn't currently included in our business plan, but there might be opportunities in the future. Your Highness's reputation is quite effective..."

The woman in the high-slit cheongsam spoke, her ten fingers interlacing somewhat shyly.

Chu Mingkong could only sigh inwardly, without intending to stop her. This was mainly because Qingse had indeed helped him deal with his financial crisis for quite some time and had also instilled his favorite stockings and clothing aesthetics into the cultivation world.

They made invaluable contributions, and we certainly shouldn't abandon them after they've served their purpose.

Qingse, however, misunderstood Chu Mingkong's silence, thinking he genuinely intended to "conceal his reputation," and could only nervously explain the urgency of the current issue:

"Your Highness, these days, those senior members of the Immortal Treasure Pavilion are all envious of our exclusive business and are trying to imitate us by launching their own..."

They're using promising young male cultivators and adorable, puppy-like cultivators as selling points, hoping to grab a share of the market. But if Your Highness suddenly toned down your reputation, things will be quite difficult!

Chu Mingkong listened with astonishment. Had these businessmen already discovered the concept of cultivator idols and started making a business out of it?

"Alright, you can do whatever you want with your business in Tianji and Xinyue. You can still sell your products when you get to the Sword Dynasty, just don't put my name on them anymore, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Qingse felt deeply disappointed, but upon reflection, she could barely accept it.

Chu Mingkong hadn't made a name for himself in the Sword Dynasty, so making a name for himself here would definitely not be as effective as it was here.

Besides, he really should be given a little bit of face-saving space in front of his daughter.

“Okay, but once we get to the Sword Dynasty, we’ll be busy buying land and all that. There’ll be some pressure getting the business back up and running. We can’t plan that far ahead for now.”

Chu Mingkong felt a little relieved. He took off his storage ring, which contained the "junk" he had accumulated over the past few days, and finally gave the instructions:

"Also... Jin Yu is a very curious girl. Is it alright if she doesn't find out about your abalone business?"

"Don't worry!"

Qingse nodded confidently, recalling the various ingenious business ideas Chu Mingkong had once brought her.

Although the current business of selling abalone is purely a woman's private hobby, who knows what other innovative ideas he might have?

"Your Highness, do you have any suggestions regarding this current bespoke service...?"

Faced with Qingse's expectant gaze, Chu Mingkong said for the moment, "Let me think about it."

He definitely has the idea, but he just doesn't know if it's appropriate.

Each of these women's private packages has its own merits. Qingse directly launched a diamond-encrusted service, and then held a beauty pageant among her female clients.

Anonymous voting is conducted only among senior clients, on a voluntary basis, and in a confidential manner, to incentivize clients who are not yet involved in the business to join.

However, it's still a bit too abstract.

"You should find someone to see if there are any medicinal herbs specifically for maintaining that area, like perfumes or ointments for that purpose."

Qingse immediately gave him a terrifying look, thinking, "He really has so many strange ideas!"

They can come up with all sorts of services for maintenance...

Chu Mingkong felt so embarrassed by being stared at for the first time. He cleared his throat and left.

When Chu Mingkong went to rest in his master's precious room, he didn't need to knock. As soon as he walked in, he kicked off his shoes and pounced on Zuo Qiuchi's sleeping bed like a playful monkey.

The commotion shook the bed, but Zuo Qiuchi remained unmoved, suddenly calling out, "Dreamer"—

Don't give up on your dreams, keep sleeping!

"Why are you sleeping even more soundly than before? Are you afraid you won't have any sleep after returning to the Sword Dynasty?" Chu Mingkong hugged his master's precious, graceful body tightly.

Zuo Qiuchi squinted one eye and recalled:

"That's true to some extent. Many regions in the Sword Dynasty are quite strict, with rules like 'working at sunrise and resting at sunset.' When the sun is shining brightly, it's almost time to be forced to work and cultivate."

"Okay, stop bothering me. The thought of going back is making me so anxious I can't sleep."

Chu Mingkong chuckled as he cupped his master's precious face in his hands and tucked her messy, sleeping hair behind her ear.

It's believable that he's just half asleep; he doesn't look like someone who's anxious and can't sleep well at all.

"Master, why don't you curl up and lie down to sleep? I won't disturb you."

"?"

Zuo Qiuchi squinted one eye, and when her eyelashes fluttered, she had a sleepy, languid charm.

Curling up, then lying face down to sleep...?

The beautiful master imagined it for a moment, wouldn't this mean exposing his exposed buttocks in front of him?

High-risk action!

Just thinking about this made Zuo Qiuchi's heart ache, and unpleasant memories flooded back.

"roll!"

Chapter 421 If I do not enter the endless sea of ​​suffering, who will save the endless sentient beings?

Heaven help me, Chu Mingkong really didn't have any thoughts about that this time.

"This time I really won't do anything foolish. I just want to use your precious snow-white bottom as a wooden fish to help me comprehend the inheritance of the Bodhisattva of Boundless Intent."

Chu Mingkong explained his thoughts in detail. After listening, Zuo Qiuchi sat up blankly, touched his forehead, and then touched his own.