The following days saw the Luo family select an auspicious date and begin preparations for A'li's enthronement ceremony.
Meanwhile, Ji Mo remained secluded in his room, refining the ninth-grade spirit pills for A'li.
The little girl was a picky eater, so he had to make more this time, as he would soon be leaving.
Ji Mo understood why the Luo family elders had viewed him as a thorn in their side. After all, who could tolerate their family head being completely obedient to an outsider?
A'li was already beginning to learn how to manage the Luo family. It was time for her to take charge and stand on her own.
After refining enough pills, Ji Mo also transcribed several scriptures and summoned Hui Neng.
"Monk, I have high hopes for you!"
Ji Mo patted Hui Neng's shoulder, speaking with earnestness.
"Mr. Ji, please don't hesitate to give any instructions. This old monk will go through fire and water for you."
Sensing the trust in Ji Mo's eyes, Hui Neng felt an immense honor.
Ji Mo picked up the four scriptures on the table and thrust them all into Hui Neng's hands.
The four scriptures were the "Heart Sutra," the "Diamond Sutra," the "Shurangama Sutra," and the "Lotus Sutra," all supreme classics of Buddhism.
"Mr. Ji, are these all bestowed upon this old monk?"
Hui Neng's heart was pounding in his chest. He knew very well the caliber of things Ji Mo gave away; they were never ordinary.
Indeed, upon casually flipping open a page, a vast Buddhist aura immediately washed over him, accompanied by chanting Sanskrit, and the profound principles of Buddhism unfolded in his mind.
Buddhist light emanated from him, and a radiant halo appeared above his head, making him appear solemn and dignified, as if a Buddha had descended.
These were peerless scriptures, truly peerless!
Even a single page of them, if circulated, would be enough to cause factions to fight tooth and nail for them, desperately trying to claim them as their own.
And now, he possessed four thick volumes!
Hui Neng was so overwhelmed with happiness that he felt he might faint. He knew that by diligently working for Mr. Ji, he would receive generous rewards.
"Monk, study these scriptures diligently, understand them thoroughly, and recite them often to A'li. The little girl is still young and needs to maintain purity of heart. She must not be tainted by the mundane world."
Ji Mo's paternal instincts surged; everything was for A'li's sake.
He did not want A'li to deviate from the right path or go astray as she grew up.
"Mr. Ji, please rest assured. With these scriptures, A'li's Dao heart will surely remain untainted, and she will always retain her innocent childlike heart."
Hui Neng patted his chest and guaranteed.
Ji Mo gave further instructions on several details to pay attention to, specifically reminding Hui Neng to maintain good relations with Tian Ma and Tian Peng. Finally, leaving behind a large batch of pills, he quietly departed the Luo family.
"Having accomplished the task, I leave with a hidden name. Mr. Ji's cultivation is truly unfathomable!"
Hui Neng was filled with emotion, envying Luo Li for receiving such affection from Ji Mo, who had arranged everything so meticulously for her.
He also felt fortunate to have met Ji Mo. With these scriptures, he believed he would be able to break through to the Emperor realm before long, and even the Immortal realm was within reach.
However, Hui Neng was somewhat puzzled as to why Ji Mo emphasized maintaining good relations with Tian Ma and Tian Peng. Was there some hidden meaning?
He fell into deep contemplation.
...
Ji Mo began his journey home.
When he arrived, he rode Tian Peng, swift as the wind. Now, on his return, he could only trudge along on foot.
However, he thoroughly enjoyed it, treating it as a tour.
One day, Ji Mo passed through a city.
The city was filled with exotic charm, captivating him, and he spent time visiting various places within it.
After wandering for half a day, he was famished and intended to buy some snacks to fill his stomach. However, when he patted his pocket, a chill ran down his spine.
"What the heck!"
"Where's my money?"
Ji Mo opened his pocket and discovered a hole, as if cut by a sharp object.
It was clear his money had been stolen.
He felt as if struck by lightning. His travel funds were gone, and the journey home would be long. How would he get back without any money?
"You scoundrel thief, just you wait until I catch you, and I'll break all three of your legs."
Ji Mo gritted his teeth.
The world was going downhill. That bastard thief even preyed on poor people like himself. Truly inhuman.
He also blamed himself for not being vigilant enough while traveling.
Just then.
A hand heavily patted Ji Mo's shoulder.
Ji Mo turned his head and frowned.
"Young man, I see you have extraordinary talent and a unique bone structure. You are an unparalleled genius. Our meeting is fate. I am willing to form a good connection with you..."
An old man with the air of an immortal, his beard and hair white, appeared before Ji Mo.
He then skillfully took out a yellowed ancient book and said mysteriously, "This is from Sword Saint..."
Before the old man could finish, Ji Mo said expressionlessly, "Don't try to fool me with fakes!"
Hmph, how could he possibly believe such tricks? They were for fooling three-year-old children.
The old man chuckled awkwardly, somewhat surprised. He couldn't understand how the other party could declare his sword manual fake without even looking at it. This person seemed to have some depth.
He steeled himself, deciding that one must not be afraid to lose a pawn to catch a king. He brought out a genuine item and introduced it, "This is a calligraphy piece by Scholar Saint Wen Shao sheng. If you can comprehend the vast righteousness contained within, you will benefit endlessly throughout your life!"
"That's it?"
Ji Mo glanced at it and found it wasn't as aesthetically pleasing as his own handwriting, showing disdain. If this could be called the work of a scholar saint, then he himself would be a calligraphy god.
It was definitely a counterfeit.
"I have other good things."
Seeing Ji Mo turn to leave, the old man prepared to show more items.
He was somewhat perplexed that this person didn't even care for the calligraphy of Scholar Saint Wen Shao sheng. His standards were truly high.
"Don't embarrass yourself with trash. Do you have anything valuable to make money?"
Ji Mo asked.
"Don't say that, old man. I happen to have a peerless treasure. With this, you will possess inexhaustible wealth!" the old man whispered.
"Inexhaustible wealth? Are you joking?"
Ji Mo scoffed, thinking this swindler dared to say anything.
"Young man, today I shall broaden your horizons."
The old man looked around, ensuring no one was paying attention. With a flip of his hand, an object appeared between his fingers.
Ji Mo's eyes widened. What peerless treasure was this? It was clearly a small piece of rusted razor blade.
Seeing the disdain in Ji Mo's eyes, the old man said, "Open your dog eyes and look clearly. With this blade in hand, I rule the world."
As he spoke, a cold glint flashed. With a swift movement of his hand, a hole instantly appeared in Ji Mo's pocket.
"With this divine artifact, cutting open pockets and stealing people's money is effortless."
The old man said smugly, very pleased with his exquisite skill.
Ji Mo looked at the two almost identical cuts in his pocket, and his face instantly turned as dark as water.
"What do you want?"
The old man sensed that Ji Mo's expression was very wrong. Then, seeing the two slits in his pocket, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"You bastard, it was you, you old geezer, who cut my pocket and stole my money."
Ji Mo's face contorted, and he reached out to grab the old man.
"Oh no, I've been discovered. But daring to attack me means you're asking for trouble."
The old man decided to drop the pretense. Since his swindling had failed, he could only resort to brute force. He had to take what the other person had.