On Eagle's Beak Cliff, Xu Qing looked at the old crow who was only focused on discussing hall affairs and suddenly said with a smile:
"Old Master Guaya has been gone for many years, surely he misses his descendants... Bai Junzi, come quickly to meet your ancestor."
Perched on Guan Dazhuang's shoulder, the white crow that had not dared to interrupt its ancestor's report finally flew down to the ground.
Bai Junzi landed and transformed into the appearance of a scholar with a pale face. Looking at its ancestor, it swallowed its many words into a single sob.
"Ancestor..."
The old black crow looked at its descendant, who had now surpassed the tribulations of lightning and far exceeded him in cultivation. His heart was filled with contentment.
"Good, good! Good child, your ancestor did not dote on you in vain."
The white crow, born with three legs, was a mutant rare species. According to Taoist beliefs, it had awakened an ancient bloodline, but as to which divine bird's bloodline, Xu Qing had no idea.
Even the Temple Master Jingxu, who had read all kinds of Taoist scriptures, dared not confirm.
But one thing was certain: Old Master Guaya was quite a romantic traveler in his younger days. Perhaps Bai Junzi was the descendant of some rare-blooded spiritual bird.
"I am now old, and the path of cultivation is beyond reach. Fortunately, with you supporting the hall, on the day I do depart, I can rest easy with the ancestors..."
The old black crow was getting sentimental when the next moment, it saw the Sect Leader drop a massive amount of incense money from the Dharma Realm right on its head.
When had Old Master Guaya ever seen so much incense money at once? Before being knocked unconscious by the virtue of incense, it vaguely heard the Sect Leader say that this was twenty years of incense wages saved at the Cat Immortal Hall, a reward for bringing back exotic seeds from overseas.
Moreover, when the grand plans succeeded in the future, there would be a continuous flow of incense dividends distributed to it.
"Bai Junzi, take your ancestor back to rest. When he wakes up, tell him to cultivate well and cross the lightning tribulation for me within six months!"
Just as Xu Qing was turning to leave, Bai Junzi could faintly hear the Sect Leader muttering—
"Just did twenty years for the Immortal Hall, how could he be thinking of retirement? He should at least work for a few more hundred years..."
Outside the Funeral Shop, Sun Mingli was no longer there, but the herald officer responsible for the procession waited by the door, saying that whenever Mr. Xu needed to go out, they would immediately prepare the procession to escort him.
Xu Qing ignored the herald officer; even if he truly needed to go out, he wouldn't ride in that grand eight-carrier sedan chair.
Inside the Funeral Shop, Xu Qing organized the Life Protection Scripture and Child Care Scripture, and also took out the exotic seeds brought by Old Master Guaya.
These items could not only elevate the incense status of the Cat Immortal Hall and Bao Sheng Temple but also completely cut off Zhu Huai'an's longing, saving him from obsessing over that twenty-year national fortune.
After organizing everything to meet Zhu Huai'an, Xu Qing turned his gaze to the ostrich eggs.
How should he deal with these?
Xu Qing picked up a bird egg the size of a large sea bowl and, using the Qi Observation Skill, he could clearly sense the faint vitality floating within the eggs.
However, due to not having hatched yet, the vitality remained hidden, dormant within the thick eggshells.
Xu Qing pondered for a moment, his peripheral gaze inadvertently fell on the Golden Simurgh trying to peck at coffee beans on the stove.
The foreign tea beans were indeed a greeting gift from the old black crow to the Golden Simurgh.
Xu Qing's mind stirred.
In recent years, Jin Sect rarely had pest problems. This chicken had been idle all the time, so...
The Golden Simurgh, having just swallowed a few coffee beans, smacked its lips and as it was about to savor them, it suddenly sensed a seemingly malicious gaze on its body.
It looked up vigilantly, glanced around, but did not find anything unusual.
But what was this vague ominous premonition in its heart?
"Golden Simurgh, the Sect Leader has an idle task for you, would you be willing to accept it?"
Idle task? What idle task?
The Golden Simurgh happily moved closer.
Yet in the next moment, it saw Xu Qing pushing the ostrich eggs in front of it and said:
"Our Immortal Hall happens to need two cranes for ceremonial duties. You hatch these eggs, and later, the wreaths will be carried on their necks, wouldn't that be grand?"
Hatch eggs, me?
The Golden Simurgh looked blankly. It had always been a crowing rooster, and now it was asked to hatch eggs?
What? A million incense for each egg hatched?
The Golden Simurgh suddenly thought that it might not be a bad idea to be a rooster that doesn't always crow.