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"If you donate the spirit stone, once the formation is completed and the seal is killed, we will build a large demon-suppressing monument..."
Mo Hua gestured with her hands to show the cake... No, how big is this monument, and then said to Mr. An:
"When the time comes, engrave your name first, engrave it bigger, and draw it in gold, so that you can see it at a glance!"
Creating a demon-squeezing monument is a tradition of demon hunting masters.
Once the powerful monster that is killed is a disaster, the demon hunters will cast the demon-suppressing monument and carve the names of the monks participating in the demon hunting on it to show the merits of the demon hunting.
However, no one had killed a big monster before, so naturally no one had erected a demon-suppressing monument to kill a big monster.
Mr. An asked calmly, "What if he can''t kill him?"
Mo Hua also honestly said: "You will lose money even when doing business, and there will be times when hunting monsters, let alone hunting such big monsters, the risk is also great."
"If you can''t kill it, it means you can''t kill it. You can only find another way out, and your spirit stone will naturally be donated in vain."
Mr. An frowned, "So, I donated my family property just for a false reputation that I may not necessarily get?"
"This is a real reputation, not a false reputation." Mo Hua corrected.
"How is it not false?"
Mo Hua explained: "Once the demon is killed and the demon-suppressing monument is completed, then this monument is the most important merit monument in the history of Tongxian City."
"Tongxian City is here, the demon-suppressing monument is here, your name is here, and the An family will always be remembered by the monks of Tongxian City."
"This honor is a once-in-a-lifetime honor. If you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to buy any more spirit stones in the future."
Mr. An was moved and frowned and began to think.
Seeing this, Mo Hua whispered, "Old man, let me say something ugly..."
Mr. An was slightly stunned and nodded, "Tell me."
Mo Hua blinked and whispered:
"The An family is still prosperous now. Everyone knows that you are the second largest family in Tongxian City. But in the future, your An family will decline and your family property will be gone, who will still remember who you are?"
"At that time, the An family will be like this world, all small families, and will no longer be mentioned by anyone, and no one will think of it. Even the children of your An family may not be proud of their family."
Mr. An looked calm, but his eyes fell down. He knew in his heart that Mo Hua was telling the truth.
This is also the fate of most small families in the cultivation world.
There will be prosperity and decline.
Small families have a weak foundation. Once they decline, their clan members will be scattered and they will never have a day of rise.
Not to mention that small families like them, even large families may gradually fall into decline and eventually disappear into the long river of the world of cultivation.
Mo Hua saw that Mr. An was moved and his eyes were slightly brighter, and he took the opportunity to say:
"But if your name is engraved on the largest demon-suppressing monument in Tongxian City, it will be different. All the monks in Tongxian City will remember your name and remember the history of the An family, even if the An family is gone after hundreds of years..."
Mr. An''s heart trembled and his eyes looked at the ink painting with resentment.
What does it mean that the family is gone?
Mo Hua smiled embarrassedly and changed to a euphemism, "Even if the Anjia family declines in a few hundred years and is not so vast, the people of Tongxian City will remember your good deeds..."
"At this time, the spirit stone is empty, and this reputation is real."
Ink painting is eloquent and tempted by the way.
Mr. An gradually frowned, and he thought in his heart. He couldn''t make up his mind for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said slowly:
"Let me think about it."
Ink painting originally wanted to seek the advice of Mr. An, and he didn''t want to force him. In fact, he had other ways to raise the spirit stones.
But the current situation of the An family is indeed a bit in a dilemma.
Donating or not is not good.
That''s why he spoke and asked Mr. An to donate some spirit stones to change his reputation for the descendants of the An family.
But the final choice is up to Mr. An.
"Then think about it slowly, I''ll say goodbye first."
Mo Hua bowed politely, then took a small step and walked out of the home.
Mr. An was stunned when he looked at Mo Hua''s back.
After a while, the screen moved slightly, and An Yonglu, the head of the An family behind, walked out, walked up to Mr. An, respectfully poured a cup of tea for Mr. An, and asked carefully:
"Dad, how are you?"
Mr. An thought of the ink painting that had just spoken calmly, and when he saw his son''s humble appearance, he was so angry that he didn''t even get angry.
"You said you are a head of a family after all, and such a big thing can''t be put on the table!"
"A child in his teenage years old can find me openly and negotiate with me with reason and evidence."
"You, the head of the family, can''t help at all. If you can''t say a word, you will know that you are hiding behind and eavesdropping!"
"If the An family is really handed over to you, it will be finished sooner or later!"
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An Yonglu was scolded so much that he felt aggrieved:
I want to come forward, aren’t you worried?
But he didn''t dare to say anything.
Mr. An cursed, his anger faded, and sighed and said:
“Donate.”
An Yonglu said: "Don''t listen to the child who fooled Mo Hua..."
Mr. An sighed: "Mo Hua has selfish intentions, but what he said is the truth. When the disaster comes, the family background of our An family cannot be maintained... It is better to use it to exchange for a good reputation."
An Yonglu was not convinced, "How could he not be able to defend himself?"
Mr. An said coldly, "What should I use to guard?" An Yonglu wanted to say that he could guard it, but when he spoke, he was timid and did not dare to speak.
Seeing him like this, Old Master An looked a little tired and said slowly:
"I have been thinking about these days for a long time, but there is still no good idea."
“There are only two ways to put it in front of our An family: either walk or stay.”
"If we leave, we can move our family to other fairy cities, but other fairy cities have forces, so we may not be able to accommodate the family, let alone get a share of the pie from them."
"And our Anjia Restaurant has been open for a long time, and we always want to make money with peace. Among the descendants, there are no ruthless people who move to other places. They will definitely decline within three generations."
"If we move to the city with the scattered cultivator, then we settle down, just a piece of fat meat, and anyone will take a bite."
Speaking of this, Mr. An remembered the past again.
The caravan in the An family, escorted by their direct disciples, was swallowed up in Daheishan by evil cultivators secretly sent by the Qian family ancestor, and no one survived.
Now that I think about this, Mr. An is still scared.
On the way to move the city, I don’t know how many Daheishan I will pass and how many Heishan Villages I encounter.
They made their homes all the way, and they were afraid that their bones would be gnawed away.
"If you don''t leave, you can only stay and build a large formation."
"Since we stayed to build a large formation, we must work together. Even those poor casual cultivators donated their own spirit stones, how could our family be selfish and let others look down on it?"
Mr. An didn''t say anything else.
He actually has selfish intentions.
His lifespan is not long and his cultivation is unable to improve. His life is about to end. Although he is a head of a foundation-building stage and is prominent in front of others, he has not done much.
Mr. An was not very willing to be so satisfied. He didn''t expect to waste his time when he was old. He wanted to leave a name for himself and a good name for the An family.
With a certain heart, Mr. An was much more relaxed, "Donate."
An Yonglu was stunned and said, "Donate it all?"
When Mr. An heard this, he became angry again, "Are you a pig''s head? All donated. Are we all drunk with the northwest wind? Can you think about it before speaking?"
An Yonglu said weakly: "How much should you donate..."
Mr. An only felt a headache and said patiently, "It''s about 70% or 80%."
"Oh." An Yonglu tentatively said again: "Then I will count it and leave it to Zhou Zhangsi?"
Mr. An nodded, suddenly thought for a moment, shook his head again, "No, you can count it, draw it into a list, and hand it over to Mohua with your own hands."
An Yonglu was slightly stunned and a little unhappy, "This is too polite to him..."
Even if he can draw a large formation, he is just a teenage child.
An Yonglu wanted to say something else, but saw that Old Master An''s eyelids were pounding and his anger was suppressing his anger. He couldn''t help but want to hit him...
An Yonglu immediately closed his mouth tactfully.
Mr. An said helplessly:
"When you look for ink paintings, remember to bring Xiaofu with you. Apart from the necessary things, just say less and be more respectful."
An Yonglu had to lower his head and say yes, but it seemed that he was still a little unclear.
Mr. An took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then said earnestly:
"These spirit stones are used to change their reputation."
"If we successfully kill the big demon, our descendants of the family will all have a good reputation."
"If you can''t kill, the casual cultivator will also think about our good deeds, especially Elder Yu, who will make friends with him. Once the family encounters difficulties, the demon hunter will also help."
"But the most important thing is that this spiritual stone needs to be replaced with ink and painted a favor."
"This child Mo Hua is still about human feelings." Old Master An sighed with a relaxed tone and sighed:
"If the formation is really built, then Mohua will be the main formation master of the thirteen-year-old first-grade formation. No matter what reputation is, it is far less important than a favor of Mohua."
An Yonglu was stunned, "Is it really that important?"
Mr. An shook his head and murmured, "You don''t understand the weight of the three words ''main formation master''. Especially this main formation master is only thirteen years old, which is even more terrifying..."
An Yonglu felt a stern and nodded solemnly.
Since the old man said that, the main formation master must be more powerful.
But whether it is the first-grade formation master or the main formation master, he thinks it is actually quite different...
When Mr. An saw his expression, he knew that he didn''t understand at all, and couldn''t help but sigh deeply.
Two days later, An Yonglu counted the spirit stones and some formation materials, planned them into a list, and took An Xiaofu to personally hand them over to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua was overjoyed, "Thank you, Uncle An, please tell Mr. An, too, Mo Hua remembers this favor!"
An Yonglu nodded and consciously achieved the task. He also remembered Mr. An’s advice, and did not say any extra words. He just exchanged a few greetings and left.
On the contrary, An Xiaofu stayed.
He was not very careful. He didn''t care whether he donated the spirit stone or not. He just heard that something was wrong and he went to find Mo Hua, so he followed him happily, and then he had a legitimate meal before going back.
After all, in his heart, the food of the ink painter is the best.
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