Chapter 665: Moving Clouds and Distributing Rain

The Sect Master of the Wendao Sect, Daoist Buyu, was a writer and educator. He authored works such as "The Transformation of the Dragon and Phoenix," "Two Thousand Years of Changing Environment in the Prisons of the Great Xia Dynasty," "The Magnitude of Freedom," and "The Legend of the Wendao Sect." He took four disciples: Yun Zhi, the strongest in the world; Ye Zijin, the enemy of the Buddhist Kingdom; Gan Tian, the Heavenly Demon Maiden; and Lu Yang, the young sect master of the Heavenly Court Sect. His educational achievements are immortal and will be remembered by history.

Due to an indecent matter, he had a dispute with the Ancient Ancestor of the Phoenix. The Ancient Ancestor of the Phoenix attacked fiercely, and Daoist Buyu was no match for her. He passed away at the age of over two thousand years, bringing immense satisfaction and universal celebration to all.

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The flow of time resumed.

Daoist Buyu and Patriarch Jin were beaten until they were on the verge of death, then tossed onto the roof by Jiang Lianyi so they wouldn't trip up passersby.

Daoist Buyu was filled mostly with bewilderment, wondering who on earth had leaked the matter of "The Transformation of the Dragon and Phoenix."

The eldest, the second, the third, Little Zhi...

The scope was too wide, and they all had motives, making it hard to guess.

Patriarch Jin felt utterly wronged. The little ancestor was acting as a mistress, so why beat him? Just because he looked easy to bully?

Judging from the fragmented words of the Phoenix Ancestor just now, could it be that the Wendao Sect was established by the Ancient Heavenly Court?

This would explain why the Phoenix Ancestor was a guest elder of the Wendao Sect.

However, looking at the expression of Big Brother Buyu, he didn't seem to know about this. Could it be a secret that even the Sect Master was unaware of?

This was a deep secret. How terrifying the Wendao Sect was; it appeared to be one of the five great immortal sects of the current era, but in reality, it was merely a disguise presented to the world.

Disguised for a hundred thousand years—the mere thought of it was chilling.

"This is not a matter of spirit stones. Please return, benefactor."

"How so?"

The handsome young man pleaded without giving up: "Master, just name a number. I can produce any amount of spirit stones."

"That way, I'll have an excuse to take her to a nearby inn under the pretext of changing clothes, making it convenient for future developments."

Lu Yang sat beside Shi Chan, waiting for business to fall into their lap.

Facing the master, the handsome young man dared not lie and said: "Tomorrow I have a date with a close sister of mine. I was thinking that if a heavy rain suddenly pours down at dusk, and neither of us has an umbrella, we will certainly get drenched."

Chunjiang City.

Jiang Lianyi glanced at Patriarch Jin, who was lost in wild thoughts, but didn't pay it much mind.

Seeing Shi Chan's firm attitude, the handsome young man had no choice but to leave in disappointment, looking for other experts who could summon clouds and rain.

A handsome young man approached Shi Chan, seeking help: "Master, do you know how to pray for rain?"

Should he advise the little ancestor to stop fighting alone and either seek refuge with the Qilin Immortal or just join the Heavenly Court Sect?

"Who doesn't know how to do that? Although summoning clouds and rain is a technique of the Dragon Clan, the principle is very simple. Even you can learn it."

Shi Chan joined his palms together and advised: "Please return, benefactor. This act is an evil deed. Please stop in time."

With the brand left by the prototype of the Dao Fruit, no matter what he knew, he could not speak of it, ensuring no secrets would be leaked.

"Fairy, do you know how to summon clouds and rain?"

Luck was good today; business arrived very quickly.

"Then could you help me make it rain heavily tomorrow evening? The price is negotiable." The handsome young man stared intently at Shi Chan, finally encountering a master who could cause rain.

"Amitabha, the poor monk naturally knows the rainmaking technique."

"The poor monk must first ask, for what purpose does the benefactor require rain?"

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"The simplest way is for you to fill a storage ring with water, fly into the sky, throw the storage ring into a watering can, and activate the storage ring through the watering can. That counts as raining."

"If you feel one watering can isn't enough, you can arrange for a few more."

Lu Yang nodded: "It does sound quite simple."

It didn't even require spells, so there was definitely no way to learn it wrong. The only drawback was that it consumed too many storage rings and watering cans.

"All rainmaking techniques evolved on the basis of this principle. For instance, when the Nine-Layered Immortal attained immortality, sweet dew fell from the heavens, golden lotuses surged from the earth, the voice of the Great Dao echoed, and there were all sorts of messy phenomena. The commotion was incredibly loud, as if he was terrified others wouldn't know he was the first to achieve immortality."

"Later, he told us the truth. The so-called sweet dew falling from the heavens was actually him putting sweet dew into a watering can and pouring it vigorously over himself after achieving immortality."

"And the golden lotuses surging from the earth—he planted lotus seeds into the ground and used the 'Tree Planting Spell' to accelerate their growth. Cultivating those golden lotuses cost a lot of natural treasures just to successfully make the green lotuses mutate."

"As for the voice of the Great Dao, that was more troublesome. He privately collected the cries of various clans and mixed the sounds together, so that others couldn't tell what the voice of the Great Dao actually was, and would only feel that the sound was incredibly profound."

"To pull off so many phenomena, he almost emptied his savings. It was pure vanity causing him to suffer for the sake of appearances. Look at when this Immortal attained immortality; there were no phenomena at all, simple and clear."

Lu Yang: "..."

Nine-Layered Immortal, you heard it all. The one exposing your secrets is the Immortal Fairy. Valid debts have their debtors; please don't come after me, I am just an observer.

After a short while, a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar walked over, though his appearance seemed somewhat haggard.

"Master, can you exorcise ghosts?"

Shi Chan nodded, as this was the core expertise of the Buddhist sects: "Naturally I can. Is the benefactor's house haunted?"

"Perhaps, but I have never actually seen one."

"What happened?"

The scholar said with a frown: "Every night, when I am fast asleep, I always feel someone beside me. But when I open my eyes to look, there is nothing. This situation has been going on for a long time."

"I have also asked several masters to help. They either returned empty-handed or left behind protective amulets upon departure, none of which had any effect."

"I even tried reporting it to the authorities. Reporting it did work; as soon as the officers arrived, the ghost wouldn't appear. But once the officers left, I felt someone beside me again at night. The officers can't guard beside me every single night."

"Yesterday I was disturbed by the ghost and lacked energy, so I found a friend to buy a three-hundred-year-old lingzhi mushroom to replenish my body. The friend who sold the lingzhi recommended you to me, Master."

"May I ask who this friend who sold the lingzhi is..."

"Big Brother Zhong Ming. He said he just sought you out a few days ago to drive away evil spirits."

"So it is. That indeed happened."

Shi Chan stood up and packed his bags: "Since that is the case, then the poor monk and my two senior brothers will go over to take a look."

"That's wonderful." The scholar was overjoyed.

"I have yet to ask for the benefactor's name?"

"My name is Xu An."

"So it is Benefactor Xu."

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou saw that there was finally proper work to do, so they also packed their things and followed behind Shi Chan to see what the situation was.

On the way, Xu An briefly introduced his situation. He was a scholar with a wife. His parents had passed away early, leaving behind a massive fortune that allowed him to live without worries. His greatest wish was to diligently study the books of sages, rank first in the imperial examination, and bring honor to his ancestors.

Xu An led the three through several small alleys: "It's right here."

Xu An's mansion was not a bit smaller than Zhong Ming's mansion. Thinking about it, anyone who could afford a three-hundred-year-old lingzhi mushroom that had survived a lightning tribulation must certainly possess abundant wealth.