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This place is a bit scary; it's like an empty haunted house.

"Your Majesty, will we be living here from now on?"

Five red pandas clung to Zhuang Xing's legs, looking up at the roof.

This place is too big for them; the open space always makes people feel unsafe.

What pandas like best are still those narrow little holes, just big enough for them, like the little room like yesterday, and being wrapped in a blanket like yesterday, they feel very safe.

"We can modify it gradually in the future," Zhuang Xing said, patting the panda's head to comfort it.

Pandas always choose the hole they like to crawl into, and if they don't like it, they'll go to another one.

But people are different; people can transform a house they don't like into one they like.

Humans can create conditions for survival in all kinds of difficult environments.

Zhuang Xing followed the master craftsman around the whole room. There were three large rooms in total, each about a hundred square meters.

In addition, there are two small rooms. The small rooms are only smaller than the large rooms; in fact, they are larger than the dormitories where Zhuang Xing and Da Chun live.

To put it simply, this house is one floor with no cellar, very few windows, and several drafty spots in the walls. Every room is empty; everything has been moved out long ago.

Zhuang Xing felt that this place was very suitable as a house.

Just like the slogans often written by elementary school homeroom teachers: -- There is a lot of room for improvement.

"I'll take this room." Zhuang Xing decided to buy the place.

Chapter 153 Yes, Your Majesty, I understand.

Zhuang Xing wrote his name on the land deed, pressed his fingerprint, and bought the house.

The land on the mountain wasn't valuable; what was valuable was the stone used for the house. Although the house was old, it was made of high-quality bluestone and fired tiles. So, after some back and forth, the owner was given a compromise price, neither expensive nor cheap.

Zhuang Xing sold a demon core weighing about three qian to Shan Shi in exchange for banknotes.

One qian is roughly five grams, two qian of demon kernels are quite rare, and three qian is considered a treasure.

Therefore, after using the money to buy the house, there was still some money left over.

Once the house deed is registered in the Xuanqing Temple's register, the house becomes Zhuang Xing's private property.

At just nine years old, he bought his first house outright, making him a true winner in life.

However, buying a house only means acquiring a bare shell; there's still a lot to manage.

He stood in front of his house and exhaled a puff of white breath.

"Let's get a place to sleep sorted out first."

Zhuang Xing patted his face, pushed open the creaking door, and placed his suitcase on the ground.

The pandas followed behind him, one dragging a broom, one dragging a dustpan, two carrying a bucket together, and the last one carrying several clean rags.

These are all bathroom fixtures that Zhuang Xing bought on the spot. He plans to clean out one of the large rooms first and spend the night in that room.

The plans are almost complete. The largest room at the far end will be used as the master bedroom, the middle one will be used as the living room, another room will be used as the kitchen and dining area, and the remaining two small rooms will be used as a study and a sleeping area for the pandas.

As for the bathing area, I'll find some time to renovate the bedroom so that I can go straight to bed after a hot shower. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Speaking of which, do you guys have names?" Zhuang Xing asked the little panda.

Apart from the eldest, the other four pandas all looked pretty much the same to him, and he had no idea who was who.

"What's your name?" the panda asked.

"You don't know what names are, so why do you call each other 'Second Brother' and 'Third Brother'?" Zhuang Xing asked.

"We heard people call us that, so we started calling them that too," the panda said. "Is that their name?"

“That’s not a name, it’s just a designation,” Zhuang Xing said.

The panda's small eyes were filled with confusion.

It seems they don't have names; after all, in the mountains, calling them "Big Brother," "Second Brother," and "Third Brother" is enough.

But since they've come to the human world, they should still be given names. Otherwise, Zhuang Xing can't just call them "Second Brother and Third Brother." If others hear this, they'll think he's the Red Panda's brother, and he's not a monster that can transform.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll be right back." Zhuang Xing had an idea in mind and ran out.

The pandas stood behind the door, watching the little Taoist priest walk away, unsure of what to do.

They dared not go out, nor dared to go inside; they simply listened to the sound of snow and gazed into the distance.

They were a little uneasy. A long, long time ago, for the pandas, their mother had told them to wait in the cave for a while, just like today.

Then Mom never came back.

When their mother left them, they were just like they are now, not knowing what to do.

A cold wind blew by, and the pandas felt a bit cold. They lay down on the ground and huddled together for warmth.

"Is the king not coming back?"

"Fifth brother, don't talk nonsense."

"What will we do if the king doesn't come back?"

"Go find the King!"

"But the king told us to wait here."

"If we don't see the king, should we go back to the mountains?"

"I don't want to go back to the mountains. It's not fun there."

"I'm hungry, I want to eat a pancake."

They were all looking out the door when they spoke.

As it spoke, its ears drooped, its tail drooped, and it looked listless.

They only ran out of the house when they saw the little Taoist priest.

Zhuang Xing was surrounded by the little pandas, who hugged his legs.

"What are you doing..."

"Your Majesty, what are you doing outside?"

"Has the king gone hunting?"

"Did Your Majesty hunt for cakes?"

“We don’t need to hunt in the temple.” Zhuang Xing patted the panda’s head. “And the cakes are baked; there are no wild cakes outside.”

"What did the king go out to do?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Zhuang Xing showed the bamboo strips and cloth rope in his hand.

He had the pandas line up, then used his true qi to drill holes in the bamboo strips, and handcrafted five bamboo necklaces, which he then hung around the pandas' necks one by one.

The pandas, unaware of what was happening, picked up the bamboo strips with their little paws and took a couple of bites.

"Stop biting, come here quickly, I'll name you." Zhuang Xing called out.

"name!"

Hearing this, the panda squeezed in.

"Line up in order, eldest brother first, then second, third, fourth, fifth, don't get it wrong!"

The pandas quickly changed positions and lined up in a row.

Zhuang Xing bent down, holding a small carving knife, pondering how to name them.

The five red pandas are giving Zhuang Xing a bit of a headache.

He stared at the first panda in front of him, stroked his chin, and thought for a long time.

"I will call you Shoumu, so that your eyes may see clearly."

He carved the words "guard the eyes" onto a bamboo strip.

Then he told the second brother to stand over. The second brother knew the mist magic, but he was a bit timid. He was frightened by Zhuang Xing yesterday and his magic was ruined.

So he carved "Shouyong" on the bamboo strip, hoping it would become braver in the future.

Then came the third and fourth brothers. They could transform, but they could only transform into tigers. They had to be together to transform, with one at the head and the other at the tail, just like a lion dance.

After thinking for a moment, he carved the words "guard the sound" and "guard the form" on the bamboo strips of the two pandas respectively.

The fifth one could mimic sounds and was the gluttonousest little fellow, so Zhuang Xing carved the words "Guard the Mouth" on its bamboo slip.

Zhuang Xing explained the meaning of their names to them, and they buried their heads in their eyes, looking at the bamboo strips on their necks.

"Look, I have a name now!"

"I have a name now!"

"I haven't told you my name yet. My name is Zhuang Xing," Zhuang Xing said. "You can call me by my name directly. You don't have to call me 'King.' 'King' is the same as what you've called me before, but it's just a substitute."

“Yes, Your Majesty, I understand!” Red Panda replied.

They were overjoyed to have names, looking at the bamboo strips around each other's necks, exchanging glances, and circling around the doorway.

With names now in place, from this day forward, they have transformed from wild pandas into domesticated pandas.

Later, when they went outside and saw the bamboo strips around their necks, the people in the temple knew that they were being cared for by someone.

If trouble is caused, Zhuang Xing will know which panda caused it, find the offending panda, and give it a good spanking.

Chapter 154 Is this what work is all about?

"Alright, stop playing around, it's time to get to work."

Zhuang Xing picked up a broom and a dustpan and led the panda inside.

"Get to work!"

"Eat a pancake!"

Hearing his call, the pandas quickly followed.