Chapter 15: Compensation

The sect opened its outer doors, recruited disciples, and imparted knowledge and skills of cultivation. When a disciple joins the sect and practices and studies, he needs to pay a stipend.

Different levels of sects pay different amounts of repairs. The higher the level of the sect, the more expensive the repairs are.

Tongxian Sect is only a first-class sect in the world of monasticism, but in Tongxian City, which only has first-class sects, it is the largest sect. Annual cultivation requires one hundred spirit stones, which does not include other miscellaneous charges.

One hundred spiritual stones is not too expensive, but it is by no means cheap. It is almost the same as a year's worth of ordinary Qi training and casual cultivation, provided there are no injuries or other areas that require a large amount of spiritual stones.

Once there is illness or disaster, or if you encounter difficulties that need to be solved by flower spirit stones, it is possible that you will not be able to harvest anything for a year.

I am very happy during the New Year, but once the New Year is over, the burden of monastic life seems to be weighed down again.

Mo Shan put a storage bag on the table and said a little guiltily: "I asked a few brothers to borrow some spiritual stones, plus the ones I saved before, there are more than eighty in total..."

Liu Ruhua comforted him: "I will also go to the shopkeeper of the restaurant tomorrow and ask him to advance some spiritual stones..."

Just as Mo Shan was about to say something, he found Mo Hua lying at the crack of the door and eavesdropping.

"Hua'er!"

Mo Hua was discovered, so he had to smile and ran to sit next to his mother.

Liu Ruhua pinched Mo Hua's ears affectionately and scolded: "You know how to eavesdrop at a young age!"

"Dad, Mom, are we still short of spiritual stones at home?"

Mo Shan said: "There are some missing, but yesterday your Uncle Ji said he would lend them to me, and also told me to study hard in the sect."

"Uncle Ji?"

"Yes, your Uncle Ji said you were smart and always praised you." Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's head and said.

"But Uncle Ji's family doesn't have enough spiritual stones, either," Mo Hua said.

Mo Shan sighed softly, "I'll pay him back earlier after the New Year. Who can have a surplus of spiritual stones these days?"

"I do!" Mo Hua chuckled.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua were stunned for a moment.

Mo Hua ran back to the house with his calves, then hugged him back, holding a storage bag in his hand.

Mo Hua opened the storage bag, and the fifty spiritual stones inside were intertwined with each other and reflected in various colors, which was really beautiful. But as expected, the scene where his parents were moved to tears and praised him for being sensible did not appear.

Mo Shan looked solemn, and Liu Ruhua also frowned lightly.

Mo Hua said anxiously: "What's wrong?"

Mo Shan tried his best to ask in a calm tone: "Hua'er, who gave you these spiritual stones?"

"It's not given by others, I earned it myself!"

Mo Shan was stunned for a moment, "Earn it... by yourself?"

Liu Ruhua frowned slightly and gently held Mo Hua in her arms, "Then tell me, how do you make money?"

"I drew the formation for Youyuanzhai, but it's the simplest one. Once I draw one, I can earn one spirit stone."

Mo Shan and Liu Ruping looked at each other, thinking that their son spent most of the time in the house before and after New Year's Eve, and didn't play much. He only came back after a while when he went out. It turned out that he was drawing formations to earn spiritual stones.

The two of them looked at the spirit stones in the bag again. One spirit stone corresponded to one formation. There were nearly fifty in the bag, which meant that they had to draw at least fifty pairs...

Liu Ruhua couldn't help but hug Mo Hua tighter.

Mo Shan hesitated to speak several times, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he just stretched out his hand and gently touched Mo Hua's head.

"This spirit stone is your hard-earned money. Keep it for yourself and keep it for practice or buy some delicious food. Dad will find a way to solve the problem of cultivating the Tongxian Sect."

Mo Hua knew that his father was reluctant to use these spirit stones. He rolled his eyes and said, "Then my parents will keep these spirit stones for me first. I can't use so many as a child, and they are easy to be stolen.

Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua looked at each other in silence, unable to think of words to refuse.

Finally, Liu Ruhua said, "Okay, mom and dad will help you keep it first."

"Yeah!" Mo Hua nodded fiercely.

"Okay, it's getting late. You will be entering school tomorrow. You should go to bed early."

"Well, good night, dad and mom!"

Mo Hua stood up and prepared to go back to the house. After thinking about it, he turned back and said, "Mom and dad, you can use it as you need it. Don't save it for me."

Mo Shan and his wife couldn't laugh or cry.

Watching Mo Hua return to the house and close the door, Mo Shan sighed and said with a wry smile: "As a father, I am not as good as a child."

Liu Ruhua consoled him: "Whatever you say, Hua'er knows how to be considerate of his parents, which is a good thing. We should be happy that he can earn spiritual stones by his own abilities. It's just..."

Liu Ruhua lowered his head and looked at the spiritual stones in front of him, then looked up at her husband, wondering: "Can he really earn spiritual stones by drawing formations for others at such a young age? He can still earn so much... I'm afraid. Some people saw that he was young and thought..."

"I'll go take a look tomorrow."

Mo Shan said, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

The next day, Mo Hua got up on time. After practicing for a while, he and his mother, Liu Ruhua, went to the outer gate of Tongxian Sect to pay for the training and register for school.

Mo Shan went out early. According to Liu Ruhua, Mo Shan was going into the inner mountain with several demon hunters today, so he had to go there early to prepare.

When they arrived at the outer gate of Tongxian Gate, Liu Ruhua handed over to Shu Xiu and arranged for admission, but couldn't help but look at Mo Hua a few more times.

When you enter Tongxian Sect to practice, you won't be able to see your son on weekdays unless the sect is on holiday during the holidays.

Liu Ruhua told Mo Hua a few more words to practice well, have a good relationship with his classmates, eat well, drink well, dress well, and not bully others, and then went back reluctantly.

Mo Hua stood outside the mountain gate and waved until Liu Ruhua's figure disappeared at the intersection, then he turned around.

He did not enter the sect, but went to Youyuanzhai on North Street first, and asked the fat steward to get 20 sets of materials for the Minghuo formation, and agreed to hand them in half a month at the latest.

The sect has a ten-day break in the first, middle and last ten days of each month, each time for only one day. Mo Hua planned to sneak out during the ten-day break and make a deal with the fat steward.

For the 20 sets of materials, the fat steward only collected a deposit of 10 spirit stones. In view of the fact that he had cooperated happily with Mo Hua's...brother before, and the quality of the formations handed in was getting higher and higher, the fat steward was very satisfied, and for Mo Hua's sake, the deposit did not change.

After discussing with the fat steward, Mo Hua left Youyuanzhai with satisfaction.

After Mo Hua left, he did not notice that a burly man outside Youyuanzhai was silently watching him.

After Mo Hua left, the man walked into the gate of Youyuanzhai.

The doorbell rang, and the fat steward looked up and saw a man with simple clothes but handsome and upright, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes looking at him with a scrutinizing look, and his eyes were full of urgency.

The fat steward could tell at a glance that this man was a demon hunter, a demon hunter who had really seen blood! And his attitude was not good. The way he looked at him was like looking at a demon beast waiting to be slaughtered.

In terms of cultivation, the fat steward believed that he was not worse than this man, but it was hard to say if they really fought. After all, demon hunters licked blood on the tip of their knives all year round and had to fight with demon beasts desperately.

And he sat in front of the counter all year round, and he didn't know how long he hadn't touched a sword, and his means of fighting had long been rusty.

The fat steward weighed it, then straightened his attitude and asked carefully: "This Taoist friend, I wonder what formation you need?"

The burly man was Mo Shan. He spread out a crumpled piece of paper with a copied formation on it. There were a few mistakes in the copying, so there were traces of smearing.

"What kind of formation is this?"

The fat steward took a look and said, "It's an open fire formation."

"Do you accept this kind of formation?"

The man's tone made the fat steward very uncomfortable. On ordinary days, he would not care about him, but today he felt that he was a guest when he walked in, and he should be polite and considerate to the guest.

"Of course I accept it. This is a commonly used formation. Ordinary monks and their families will use it, so it consumes a lot of money."

Mo Shan said, "Did the child who just went out draw the formation for you?"

The fat steward said, "This kind of thing cannot be told to the outside world. Youyuanzhai wants to protect the privacy of customers. This is the principle of our business."

Mo Shan's eyes instantly stared at him like a knife. The fat steward, who felt like a thorn in his back, thought for a while and felt that monks should not be too rigid and principles can be followed flexibly.

"It's not that child, it's his brother."

Mo Shan frowned, "Brother?"

The fat steward said, "Yes, how old is this child, what kind of formation can he draw? He just runs errands for his brother, and the formations are all drawn by his brother."

"Did he say that?"

"Of course," the steward replied, "otherwise why would we do business with a child?"

After the steward finished speaking, he stared at Mo Shan vigilantly:

"As for the child's name and where he lives, I can't tell you."

Mo Shan rolled his eyes at the fat steward. The child's name and where he lives, I, as a father, don't know better than you, why do you need to tell me?

However, knowing that Mo Hua was not being used by others, Mo Shan's attitude also eased. He bowed to the fat steward and said, "Sorry for bothering you, goodbye."

The fat steward breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a little arrogance on his face.

Mo Shan turned and left. Only when Mo Shan's back disappeared behind the door did the fat steward take a deep breath and muttered in dissatisfaction, "You didn't even buy anything..."