Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1922 - 1924: Knowing What Not to Do

The treatment for guest elders? Feng Junbai glanced at Feng Zhizhang and replied irritably, "The courtyard has spiritual energy, that’s the condition, there’s no salary or benefits, and activities are restricted; you can’t leave the courtyard easily."

Feng Zhizhang had actually thought of this, and he was pondering, "What about the spirit fields?"

"Of course, there are spirit fields," Feng Jun expressed helplessly, "but several of your family’s tea plants have already been planted!"

Currently, among the 120 cultivators in the courtyard, Taibai Mountain has six disciples, four of whom are planting tea plants.

Upon hearing this, Qing Xiaozi couldn’t help but speak up, "Feng Zhizhang, aren’t you lacking in spiritual energy?"

Feng Zhizhang spread his hands, "Of course, I’m lacking... there are so many Taibai disciples, how can I, as the manager, compete with them?"

Yang Zhizhang from Chicheng Dongtian cupped his hands towards Feng Jun, "Mountain Master Feng, our sect has Elder Huiyan, highly adept in maintaining health... at a high stage in Mortal Transformation, who can help guard against troublemakers; might he be of use?"

"Guard against troublemakers..." Feng Jun was also exasperated upon hearing this, wondering who would dare target him.

Moreover, the number of Qi Refinement cultivators he had was nearing double digits—Zhang Family Sisters, Little Celestial Master, Feng Jing, Hua Hua, Lin Heihu, Chen Shengwang, Da Baier, Earth Spirit, not to mention Gazi, the Innate Martial Cultivator.

Even for the ninth layer of Mortal Transformation, he had three. How could this high-stage Mortal Transformation be so confident? "Isn’t he cultivating the Dao?"

Yang Zhizhang hesitated before responding, "Elder Huiyan was once a bitter cultivator, with profound Daoist skills, but rarely interacts with others."

"Bitter cultivation?" Feng Jun was a bit surprised, pondering before responding, "Surprisingly, there are still bitter cultivators in this age... let him cultivate in the courtyard for half a year; I admire his perseverance."

This doesn’t count as favoritism; in any Daoist sect, it’s normal to offer some resources to worthy fellow cultivators—like when Maoshan recently installed the Spirit Gathering Array, other sects went to share, and Maoshan couldn’t refuse entirely.

Bitter cultivators were not mainstream before; many became bitter cultivators out of necessity to avoid chaos or disaster, but now in the information age, even the Daoist elites in the Xiuzhen Courtyard swipe their phones for two hours a day; who would want to be a bitter cultivator?

Feng Jun wasn’t saying anything about guest elders, just offering half a year’s cultivation time.

Yang Zhizhang wanted to say more but dared not—after all, he’d already been given face.

Actually, aside from Qing Xiaozi, most cultivators applying for the guest elder position from other Daoist sects are rarely managers, yet their Dao skills are relatively profound, and there’s a common trait: they’re all older.

Only then did Feng Jun realize: these guest elders are all here to enjoy their twilight years in the Xiuzhen Courtyard.

But this was completely normal; spiritual energy naturally prolongs aging, especially beneficial to cultivators, and no matter which Daoist sect they’re in, there’s never enough spiritual energy, so it’s perfect to come to the Xiuzhen Courtyard to extend their lives and nurture Daoist seeds.

Though Elder Huiyan was a bit peculiar; nearing seventy, his vitality was still quite vigorous, yet this vigor carried a bit of decline, likely due to being injured in the ninth layer of Mortal Transformation, never fully recovering, making him seem barely at the eighth layer.

This person was tall and slender, with dark skin, not very presentable in appearance, and appeared silent; his attitude was fairly respectful when meeting Feng Jun, but still somewhat awkward.

Feng Jun didn’t pay much attention, checked with his mobile phone and knew there was no issue, so he didn’t bother further—having an Earth Attribute physique in the Age of Declining Dharma was quite an achievement.

Next, he focused most of his energy on the Blessing Courtyard; it may seem like it only accommodates a hundred families each time, opening ten times a month, but it can solve issues for a thousand families.

In fact, the clues he found in a month far exceeded a thousand families... with one group after another being brought to light, he could bless over two thousand families in a month.

Nonetheless, the searchers never seemed to lessen; if anything, there was a rising trend, with even local police in some areas suggesting: your child has been missing for too long, considering your hard search, I’d recommend a place for you to try.

Well, that’s fair enough; the current problem is, it’s not just Huaxia citizens coming, even foreigners are seeking him out.

It was Australians searching, a couple working in Huaxia, the man a university foreign teacher and the woman a wine distributor.

They’re not looking for a child, but the man’s brother—a little guy who disappeared at three years old; if alive now, he’d be thirty-three.

Now the man’s mother has cancer, crying daily, hoping to see her lost younger son before she dies.

This couple didn’t actually know about the Blessing Courtyard; they initially went to the Amsterdam Taoist Temple, as the man, teaching in Huaxia, was somewhat familiar with the temple, having made offerings and listened to sermons.

Since the two were living in Huaxia, Sofia had spoken with them.

This time, they wanted to inquire Sofia if she had any certainty in finding people, and Sofia told them, since you’re in Huaxia, go find a mystical place in Zhengyang.

The couple was cautious, first inquiring around the courtyard, finding it indeed magical, and decided to spend more to fulfill the mother’s wish.

On the day of the opening, the long queue directly intimidated them, the man thought for a moment, and attempted to walk directly into the courtyard—university professors aren’t completely devoid of manners, but generally, in Huaxia, there’s no need to queue.

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Just before they could reach the front, someone beside them shouted, and the guard maintaining order at the entrance noticed the situation, pointed at them, and waved them away.

The couple saw this, realizing they were dealing with someone unyielding, somewhat surprised but not shocked, so they obediently queued—though they were certainly a bit dejected.

However, the more dejecting part was yet to come. They braved the chilling wind for five hours and finally reached the entrance at one in the afternoon, only for the guard to point at them again and motion them back.

The man couldn’t hold back, since he taught at university, he stuttered in Chinese, "We queued!"

"What’s the use of queuing?" the guard scoffed, muttering insolently, then slowly spoke word by word, "Foreigners, stop!"

The man was anxious, "Why? Taoism... I like Taoism!"

The guard was dumbfounded, a foreigner saying, I like Taoism?

The woman hurriedly chimed in, "Amstan, Sofia."

The guard was even more puzzled. Although he wasn’t from Luohua, he liked gossiping about these mystical things and knew vaguely that Luohua had a branch in Australia, headed by someone named Sofia, who was rumored to be particularly beautiful.

People even joked about going to Australia, saying they must check out their own property.

So he asked in confusion, "Recommended by Sofia?"

"Yes, recommended," the man stuttered, "We’ve been to Amstan, Sofia... very familiar."

"Then wait a moment," the guard picked up the walkie-talkie, calling Master Lu—this was beyond his authority.

Gazi soon arrived. After understanding the situation, he consulted Feng Jun via Divine Sense, then seriously said, "I’m sorry, we really can’t accommodate here... it’s not about money."

It truly wasn’t about money, Gazi was very sure, with so many Huaxia citizens still queuing for the lottery, if he agreed to these two staying, Brother Jun wouldn’t let him go.

In fact, he considered other things—the man’s mother had cancer. Opening this door might increase cancer cases.

What he was unsure of was how Feng Jun planned to handle this. Now knowing the answer, he offered a suggestion.

"Actually, Sofia can do this as well. She only hopes you’ll work in Huaxia, closer to us, but she didn’t consider your brother might be quite far away, so I think it’s more suitable for you to go to her."

"Is this really the case?" the man, puzzled, called Sofia.

Sofia received the call, also a bit confused, until she figured out who was speaking, then happily said, "Alright, come back then, here on the first and fifteenth... you can try."

The man hesitated, asking if it was okay for his sister to go, as being in Huaxia wasn’t very convenient.

Sofia, however, earnestly warned, "This involves issues of sincerity and trust. If someone else comes, certain necessary conditions may not be activated... even if you come, you might fail to activate them."

After hanging up, the man was still incredulous, "This... requires activating conditions?"

Several followers standing by couldn’t hold back; one lady responded in quite fluent English, "Of course there are conditions; even here you need them. Why do you think you’d be an exception?"

The man finally couldn’t help but softly mutter in English, "God loves everyone."

The female follower heard this and retorted in English, "Burning Bruno... or the Crusades?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Sorry," the woman came over to mediate, "Sorry, my husband is under a lot of stress lately, he doesn’t mean it."

"No need to apologize to me," the female follower replied with a smile, "I just want to remind you, this mentality is wrong... if you want to find relatives, you need to change your mindset."

Later that day, Sofia came over to Luohua to find Feng Jun, asking him to confirm personally if he would grant her another request so she could advertise early.

Feng Jun confirmed the news, and he stated he didn’t want to compromise the resources of any Huaxia citizens to assist foreigners—Gazi didn’t even test those two Australians, because regardless of the result, the Xiuzhen Courtyard wouldn’t make exceptions.

Occasionally going to Australia wasn’t a big deal for Feng Jun, as Daoist Sects are about aiding and saving the world, as long as it doesn’t become a regular task, he doesn’t mind helping.

Even though it would be a bit tiring, it is better than letting foreigners into the Xiuzhen Courtyard. Huaxia has over a billion people, but foreign countries have countless more.

Meanwhile, he reminded Sofia, "I won’t necessarily help those two unless they pass your test."