Chapter 9: Let Mom Cultivate Too

  Soon, a police car that had been notified took away Xia Sanqi and four others.

  Under Liu Dawei's personal selfishness, Jiang Le was only asked a few questions that didn't make sense, and then had nothing to do with the case.

  In an instant, the antique shop's courtyard returned to its former tranquility.

  Jiang Le sat silently on the stone bench, his face growing increasingly somber rather than joyful at the resolution of the matter.

  This time's matter seems ordinary at first glance, but hidden within the ordinary is danger. Not only towards oneself, but also towards one's mother.

  It's easy to talk, with a way of the law on one's side, subduing demons and monsters is a bit difficult, but dealing with ordinary people is easy. The only problem is that it's not good for the police, and I don't understand how I ended up being targeted by them, this is a big trouble. My current self can't withstand bullets.

  But his mother's danger is even more important to Jiang Le.

  I used to think that making money would allow my mother to live a less laborious life and let me take good care of her.

  But now it seems that after having money, mother is being targeted by others.

  One day, Yu Fu sold tens of thousands, attracting absolutely not just Xia San Qi and his gang.

  Now it's about finding myself, what if some people set their sights on my mother in the future?

  No way, this absolutely cannot happen.

  A cold glint flashed in Jiang Le's eyes.

  In his life, Mother Jiang Hua was the only one who dared to move, and whoever did would be dead.

  "What? Are you scared?" Mao Xiaofang suddenly appeared on the stone bench in front of Jiang Le, with Ling Tong Yin Yin in his arms. In Yin Yin's arms was a You Ming Magic Worm chirping away.

  Jiang Le raised his head and looked at Mao Xiaofang, sighing: "I'm not worried about myself, but my mother is uneasy. Master, what should I do?"

  Mao Xiaofang gently patted Yin Yin, each palm imbuing a warm and gentle pure Yang energy that balanced the Yin energy within her body, making Yin Yin close her eyes in comfort and smile widely.

  A dark and eerie insect crawled onto Yin's chest, right next to the spot where Mao Xiaofang had just struck, watching as the warm and gentle pure yang energy flowed out of its mouth.

  Yin attribute spirit objects fear pure yang power, but also need pure yang power.

  Yin alone cannot give birth, yang alone cannot grow. Only when yin and yang blend together can one cultivate the true way.

  Looking at the eager expression of Youming Magic Insect, although still not understanding things, but very spiritual Yinyin actually sent a part of the pure Yang power to the body of Youming Magic Insect.

  The Youming Demon Insect was overjoyed and absorbed it eagerly, with a look of intoxication in its green eyes.

  Yin Yin suddenly became happier and directly divided half of the pure Yang energy photographed by Mao Xiaofang to You Ming Magic Bug. The two little guys got along harmoniously.

  "It has been said since ancient times that those who cultivate the Tao are people without emotions or desires. This statement is a bit exaggerated, but it's not entirely unfounded."

  Instead of answering Jiang Le's question directly, Mao Xiaofang let out a sigh and said.

  Jiang Le stared at his master in shock.

  Mao Xiaofang continued: "Cultivators, fighting with the earth and contending with heaven, cultivate to transcend life, break free from reincarnation, whether it's ascetic practice or subduing demons and evil spirits, or accumulating virtues and doing good deeds, all for one goal - becoming an immortal."

  "Cultivation is difficult, it can be said that as long as one dedicates themselves wholeheartedly, they will no longer have the energy to care about other things. Even when cultivation reaches a high and profound level, one closed-door meditation session can last for months or years. When reunited with loved ones, either their faces are aged or they are separated by life and death. That's why some people say that cultivators cut off emotions and desires."

  Jiang Le somewhat understood, looking at Mao Xiaofang seriously: "Master, I understand what you mean. The path of immortality is vast and cannot be too entangled with the mundane world. But I don't care how previous cultivators did it. I just can't do it that way. My mother gave birth to me, raised me, and endured hardships for me. Since I was young, my dream has been to make her the happiest mom when I grow up. In the past, I couldn't achieve this, so I could only dream about it. Now that I have the ability, I will never give up on this dream."

  "Love is all about obsession; if you can't let go, it becomes a demon in your heart."

  "Even if it becomes an obsession, I must fulfill my dream, this is the only dream of my life as a disciple. No one can stop me, not even all the gods in heaven." Jiang Le said resolutely. After finishing speaking, Jiang Le looked at Mao Xiaofang and said: "Master, do you have any way? If so, tell your disciple."

  "It seems I can no longer persuade you, so be it. To fulfill your wishes, you must walk out of your own path of cultivation. You cannot let go of your emotions, yet you yearn for the Tao, so just follow your heart and grasp a balance for yourself. Otherwise, once you take a wrong step, you will never recover."

  Jiang Le was taken aback for a moment, then thought for a while, and his eyes gradually brightened up.

  "The master is right, I should follow my own path of cultivation. My fate is in my hands, not in the heavens. Even the heavens can't stop me, let alone petty heart demons? Disciple understands now, thank you for pointing this out, Master."

  Mao Xiaofang exclaimed: "Your cleverness is the best I've ever seen, but understanding and doing are two different things. The most difficult thing is to put it into practice. Master wanted to arrange a stable path for you, but unfortunately, human calculations are not as good as heavenly calculations."

  Ginger felt grateful and looked at Mao Xiaofang, saying: "The kindness of the master, the disciple will never forget, but the kindness of his mother, the disciple himself has no confidence in becoming a Buddha, so he won't repay it in this life, and there won't be an opportunity to repay it in the next life."

  Mao Xiaofang shook her head and said, "Then how are you going to solve it?"

  Jiang Le's face was calm and composed, after thinking it through, his mind became even more open-minded.

  The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, Jiang Le said: "I'm going to let mother cultivate too."

  Mao Xiaofang was taken aback and frowned, saying: "I've checked your mother's qualifications, they're very poor."

  "This world has fewer people cultivating Taoism, so there are more resources available. I'm not afraid of having poor qualifications; I will do my best."

  Mao Xiaofang is really getting a headache now.

  Comforted this disciple, but unexpectedly made the burden heavier.

  You need materials for your cultivation, building a sect requires materials, and now you also want to let your old mother cultivate. Three things at once, the pressure is huge!

  Jiang Le, however, was relieved and felt that the whole world had become beautiful again. She completely ignored Mao Xiao Fang's gloomy expression, took Yin Yin from his arms, and happily kissed her.

  Yin Yin struggled with a very unhappy expression, her face showing that she was about to cry. You can't give me pure yang energy, so why are you hugging me? Put me back quickly.

  Even the ghostly insects were staring at Jiang Le.

  Disturb me while I'm cultivating, this is an irreconcilable hatred. Don't bribe me, and I won't forgive you.

  But at this time, Mao Xiaofang started to get annoyed and directly turned back into the pure Yang Bagua. The two little guys stared blankly with wide eyes, their faces speechless.

  On the second day early in the morning, Jiang Hua heard from her neighbor that someone had tried to break into their store the night before and was fortunately discovered, so she should be careful.

  When he arrived at the store, he found that the door lock was indeed broken. At first glance, it was clear that it wasn't a normal damage. Scared, Jiang Hua rushed into the backyard and saw his son exercising, seemingly unharmed. Only then did he put his mind at ease.

  But Jiang Hua also worried and sighed: "When there's no money, we can't get by, now that we have money, we're still not at peace, this life is really frustrating."

  Jiang Le, who had stopped his cultivation, smiled upon hearing this: "What's so strange about that? There are still more good people in this world."

  Jiang Hua shook his head and said, "It's easy to say, but I think it's just this jade symbol business that's stirred things up. When they see us making money, they start getting ideas. Wealth can blind people's hearts, even good people can't resist the temptation of gold."

  Jiang Le was taken aback and couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect his mother to have such insight, especially since she hadn't been very sociable in the past.

  However, my mother used to work as a grassroots worker and had contact with all sorts of people, so it's not surprising that she would have such thoughts.

  Jiang Le's eyes sparkled, and he smiled: "Mom, I have a cultivation method passed down from an old Daoist master that can help me take down multiple opponents with one punch. It also has the effect of nourishing my skin and making me look more handsome. Why don't you practice it too? It'll be good for self-defense."

  Jiang Hua accepted the jade symbol, but he didn't accept this idea of practicing. He heard the words and disbelievingly said: "Is it really that magical?"

  "It doesn't cost anything, so might as well practice, right? Even if I'm not that great at it, when I encounter danger in the future, I'll be able to run a bit faster. Besides, it's good for anti-aging and beauty, Mom, you have crow's feet."

  "Go, at my age, I can still look as radiant as a young girl." Jiang Hua glared at her son with a hint of annoyance, then hesitated for a moment before saying: "You bring me a copy, just to take a look."