Asking About Longevity Chapter 353

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“If you donate spiritual stones, once the formation is completed and Feng Xi is suppressed, we will build a large demon-suppressing monument…”

Mo Hua gestured with his hands to show how big the cake...no, how big the monument was, and then said to Mr. An:

“When the time comes, engrave your name in the first place, engrave it larger, and paint it in gold so that people can see it at a glance!”

Erecting a monument to suppress monsters is a tradition for monster hunters.

Once a powerful monster that is causing trouble is suppressed, the monster hunters will cast a monster-suppressing stele and engrave the names of the monks who participated in the monster hunting on it to demonstrate their achievements in monster hunting.

It's just that no one has killed the big demon before, so naturally no one has set up a monument to suppress the big demon.

Mr. An asked calmly: "What if I can't kill him?"

Mo Hua also said frankly: "You will lose money when doing business, and you will make mistakes when hunting monsters, not to mention hunting such a big monster, the risk is also extremely high."

“If you can't kill it, then you can't kill it. You have to find another way out, and your spiritual stone will naturally be 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 one.” Mo Hua corrected.

 “How to not be vain?”

Mo Hua explained: "Once the big demon is killed and the demon-suppressing monument is completed, then this monument will be the most important monument in the history of Tongxian City."

“Tongxian City is here, the Demon Suppression Monument is there, your name is there, and Anjia will always be remembered by the monks in Tongxian City.”

“This honor is a once-in-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, no matter how many spiritual stones you spend in the future, you won't be able to buy it again.”

Mr. An was touched and could not help frowning and thinking.

Seeing this, Mo Hua whispered again: "Old man, let me say something ugly..."

Mr. An was slightly startled, nodded and said, "Just tell me."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"The An family is still prosperous now, and everyone knows that you are the second largest family in Tongxian City. But if in the future, your An family declines and all your property is gone, who will remember who you are?"

“At that time, the An family will be like all small families in this world, disappearing from the public, no one will mention it, and no one will remember it. Even your children of the An family may not be proud of the family anymore.”

Mr. An looked calm, but his eyes dropped. 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.

 What goes up must come down.

 Small families have a weak foundation. Once they decline and the clan members are scattered, it will be difficult for them to rise again.

 Let alone a small family like theirs, even a large aristocratic family may gradually decline once it falls, and eventually disappear in the long river of cultivation history.

Mo Hua saw Mr. An's move, his eyes brightened slightly, and he took the opportunity to say again:

"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 the history of the An family, even hundreds of years later. Anjia is gone…”

Mr. An's heart trembled, and he looked at the ink painting with resentment.

 What does it mean that Anjia is gone...

Mo Hua smiled sheepishly and said it euphemistically, "Even if the An family declines in a few hundred years and is no longer so wealthy, the people of Tongxian City will still remember your kindness..."

"At this time, the spiritual stone is illusory, and the reputation is real."

 Ink paintings are articulate and follow the guidance.

Mr. An gradually frowned, thinking in his mind, and couldn't make up his mind for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh and said slowly:

 “Let me think about it.”

Mo Hua originally asked Mr. An for his opinion and did not want to force him. In fact, he had other ways to raise spiritual stones.

 It's just that Anjia's current situation is indeed a bit of a dilemma.

 It is not a good idea to donate or not to donate.

 That's why he asked Mr. An to donate some spiritual stones to give the An family a good reputation for future generations.

 But the final choice is still up to Mr. An.

“Then think about it slowly, I'll take my leave first.”

Mo Hua bowed politely, and then walked out of An's house with small steps.

Mr. An looked at the back of the ink painting in a daze.

After a while, the screen moved slightly, and An Yonglu, the head of the An family from behind, came out, walked softly to Mr. An, respectfully poured a cup of tea for Mr. An, and asked cautiously:

 “Dad, how's it going?”

Mr. An became angry when he thought of the ink painting that had just spoken calmly and when he saw his son's groveling look.

"You said that you are the head of the family after all, and such a big thing cannot be brought to the table!"

“A teenage boy in Mo Hua can find me openly and negotiate with me in a reasonable and well-founded manner.”

“You, the head of the house, can't help at all, and you can't say a word, yet you just know how to hide behind and eavesdrop!”

 “If the An family is really left in your hands, it will be over sooner or later!”

An Yonglu was scolded so badly that he felt aggrieved:

I would like to come forward, but you are worried...

 But he did not dare to speak back.

Mr. An cursed a lot, his anger subsided, he sighed and said:

 “Donate.”

An Yonglu said: "Don't listen to that kid from Mo Hua..."

Mr. An sighed: "Mo Hua has selfish motives, but he is also telling the truth. When a disaster comes, our family's fortune cannot be maintained... It's better to exchange it for a good reputation."

An Yonglu was unconvinced, "How could you not be able to hold on?"

Mr. An said coldly: "What can I do to defend it?" An Yonglu wanted to say that he could defend it, but when the words came to his lips, he was too timid to speak.

Seeing him like this, Mr. An looked a little tired and said slowly:

“I've been thinking about it for a long time, but there's still no good solution.”

“There are only two roads before us to settle down: either go or stay.”

"If we leave, we can move our family to other fairy cities, but other fairy cities are occupied by powerful forces and may not be able to accommodate Anjia, let alone get a piece of their pie."

“And we have been living in the dining room for a long time, always thinking about being harmonious and making money. There are no ruthless people among our descendants. If we move to other places, we will surely decline within three generations.”

“If we follow the scattered cultivators and move to the city, then our home will be just a piece of fat meat that anyone can take a bite of.”

 Speaking of this, Mr. An thought of the past again.

The caravan escorted by his direct disciples that An family had in those days was swallowed up completely by the evil cultivators secretly sent by the ancestor of the Qian family in the Daheishan Mountains, and no one survived.

　　Now that I think about this incident, Mr. An is still frightened.

On the way to the city, I don't know how many Dahei Mountains I will pass and how many black villages I will encounter.

 They made their home and traveled all the way, fearing that their bones would be chewed away.

"If you don't want to leave, then you can only stay and build a large formation."

“Since we are staying to build a large formation, we must work together. Those poor casual cultivators have donated their spiritual stones. How can we Anjia be selfish and let others look down upon us?”

Mr. An still has something to say.

 He actually also has selfish motives.

His life is short, and he cannot improve his cultivation. This life is coming to an end. Although he is a family head in the foundation-building period and is prominent in front of others, he has not accomplished much.

Mr. An was not willing to give up. He didn't expect that he would be wasting his time in old age. He wanted to leave a good name for himself and a good name for the An family.

With his mind set, Mr. An felt much more relaxed and said, "Donate."

An Yonglu was stunned and said: "Donate it all?"

When Mr. An heard this, he became angry again, "Are you a pig head? Donate it all. Are we, as a group of people, drinking from the northwest wind? Before you speak, can you think about it?"

An Yonglu said weakly: "How much will you donate..."

Mr. An only felt pain in his forehead, and said patiently: "About 70% to 80%."

"Oh." An Yonglu tried again: "Then I will count them and hand them over to Chief Zhou."

Mr. An nodded, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, you count them, make a list, and hand it over to Mo Hua yourself."

An Yonglu was slightly startled, a little unhappy, "This is too much praise for him..."

 Even if he can draw large formations, he is still just a teenager.

An Yonglu wanted to say something more, but he saw that Mr. An's eyelids were twitching and he was suppressing his anger. He couldn't help but want to hit him...

An Yonglu immediately shut his mouth knowingly.

Mr. An said helplessly:

“When you are looking for Mo Hua, remember to bring Xiao Fu with you. Except for necessary matters, you should say less and be more respectful.”

An Yonglu had no choice but to bow his head and say yes, but he still looked a little confused.

Mr. An took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then said seriously:

 “These spiritual stones are used to exchange for reputation.”

“If we successfully kill the big demon, our family will have a good name for future generations.”

“If we can't kill him, the casual cultivators will also think of us, especially Elder Yu. If we make friends with him, once Anjia encounters difficulties, the demon hunter will also help him.”

"But the most important thing is that this spiritual stone needs to be replaced with ink to draw a favor."

 “This kid, Mo Hua, still talks about human nature.” Mr. An breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion:

“If the formation is really built, then Mo Hua will be the 13-year-old main formation master of the first-grade formation. No matter what reputation he has, it will be far less important than Mo Hua's personal relationship.”

An Yonglu was startled, "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 since this main formation master is only thirteen years old, it is even more terrifying..."

An Yonglu was shocked and nodded solemnly.

 Since the old man said so, then the main formation master must be more powerful.

But whether it is a first-grade formation master or a main formation master, he feels that they are actually very different...

 When Mr. An saw his expression, he knew that he didn't understand at all, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Two days later, An Yonglu counted the spirit stones and some formation materials, drew up a list, and took An Xiaofu to the door in person to hand them over to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Uncle An. Please also tell Mr. An that Mo Hua will remember this favor!"

An Yonglu nodded, feeling that the task was accomplished. He also remembered Mr. An's instructions and did not say any more words. He only exchanged a few words and left.

 On the contrary, An Xiaofu stayed.

He didn't care at all. He didn't care whether he donated the spirit stone or not. He just heard that something was going on and he was looking for Mo Hua, so he followed him and had a legitimate meal before going back.

 After all, in his heart, Mo Painter's food is the most delicious.

　　Thank you Hoshino Love for the reward~

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I am currently writing slowly, with only two updates a day, about 5-6k words.

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