Chapter 817 - 390: Too Easy to Make Money! Jingming Dongyang Seal

Chapter 817: Chapter 390: Too Easy to Make Money! Jingming Dongyang Seal

The next day, at the Yujing International Convention and Exhibition Center.

Sui Chunsheng said that this [Daoist Cultural Treasure and Curios Exhibition] is organized by the Jiangnan Daoist Alliance, with assistance from Maoshan. The venue is in a private exhibition hall within, not open to the public. Those qualified to enter are Daoist sect members, and even so, tickets are hard to come by.

At eight in the morning, Zhang Fan was already waiting at the entrance of the exhibition center.

"You’re really early."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from beside him. Fang Changle, dressed casually, swaggered over.

"I wasn’t waiting for you, I went in long ago." Zhang Fan said flatly.

Last night, Fang Changle learned that Zhang Fan had returned to Yujing City, contacted him, mentioned this exhibition, and invited him to experience it together.

"Where did you get your ticket?" Fang Changle couldn’t help but ask.

Originally, he had especially prepared one for Zhang Fan, although tickets were hard to obtain. However, being a Maoshan Inheritor, securing three to five tickets wouldn’t be a problem.

"Got it from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance," Zhang Fan said casually.

"Tsk tsk, it seems you’re holding half an iron rice bowl, enjoying the benefits of the government." Fang Changle teased.

He knew that Zhang Fan had always had a good relationship with the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.

"Don’t talk nonsense, it’s purely a friendship gift ticket."

"Let’s go. This exhibition is a rare opportunity; many treasures are borrowed," Fang Changle chuckled.

Wu Qingnang had just taken office and organized this event, under the banner of Daoist cultural exchange, which counts as an achievement for the new official. However, because of the time constraints, many treasures were still on the way, and the exhibition only lasted for seven days.

Beyond that, no one would come. At that time, the only event the world would pay attention to was Transcendent Zhenren’s disciple ceremony.

By then, even the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance would organize a team to go to Zhenwu Mountain to congratulate and attend.

Walking into the inner hall, at a secluded exhibition corner, there were two staff members in Daoist Robes checking tickets at the entrance.

Zhang Fan glanced over and seemed to have seen them at the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, both at the Spirit Department realm. Such cultivation would be considered expert in the secular world.

"Quite a setup," Zhang Fan couldn’t help but say.

"This time, those coming to see the exhibition are all reputable figures. Your Chairman Wu is very keen," Fang Changle whispered.

On the day of the exhibition opening and ribbon-cutting, even the Deputy Sect Leader of Maoshan came, showing the high standard.

Entering the exhibition hall, the first thing visible were two large lines of calligraphy:

"Heart as free as white clouds, mind like water flowing east and west."

The name signed off was Taoist Zhuqing.

"Zhuqing... Chen Zhuqing..." Zhang Fan slightly squinted his eyes.

That was the Maoshan Sect Leader.

Seeing the signature, his gaze was involuntarily drawn back to those two lines of calligraphy. The brush strokes danced like dragons and snakes, yet restrained, without sharpness, only a hidden immense force surging through the characters, as vast as mountains and rivers, gently existing, immense and unified.

Seeing the calligraphy feels as meeting the person, from these words themselves, one can sense how unfathomable that Maoshan Sect Leader is.

"Extraordinary atmosphere," Zhang Fan couldn’t help but say.

He couldn’t discern the profound mysteries of the calligraphy, but the looming artistic conception made him feel increasingly insignificant.

"This was a piece my teacher wrote many years ago, considered as an addition to the exhibition highlights," Fang Changle smiled and said.

"This isn’t simply a highlight," Zhang Fan shook his head.

In the entire exhibition hall, the value of this calligraphy would undoubtedly count as one of the top.

A Maoshan Sect Leader’s handwritten piece, aside from its profound artistic conception, ordinary people could take it home as a protection against evil, adding fortune to their household.

Regarding that Maoshan Sect Leader, Zhang Fan also heard some of it.

The Sect Leaders of the ten great Daoist mountains each have their characteristics. The Lao Mountain Sect Leader, Li Chengge, is the youngest and least experienced.

Besides him, the elders of the other eight great Daoist mountains are of similar seniority, yet their youthful experiences vastly differ.

Just like the Zhongnan Mountain Sect Leader [Zhou Kong Zen], who was conventional, not remarkable in his youth, but took stable, solid steps, methodically reaching his position today, akin to the student with the most consistent performance in the class.

Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader [Mo Rancun], who strayed in his youth, but once back on the right path, left fellow disciples far behind, like those students who don’t study well routinely, yet once focused, quickly sprint ahead of others.

Maoshan Sect Leader [Chen Zhuqing], was not called by this name in his youth. Maoshan’s predecessors renamed him [Zhuqing], refining the impure to the clear, aligning with the Pure Yang Dao, showing their great expectations.

He was the type of class’s top student, consistently outstanding from a young age.

As for Chu Chaoran, he was an odd character, interacting little within his class, instead associating warmly with outsiders. Furthermore, he was that eccentric type who played wildly and studied well.

He participated in truancy fights and topped exam rankings.

Such students often give teachers the greatest headaches.

Walking inside the exhibition hall, the first exhibit made Zhang Fan’s expression change, his steps halted abruptly.

Inside a transparent glass cabinet, there was a wooden sword with faint minor cracks, seemingly ordinary, with an introduction on the plaque beside it.

The Third Year of Yuan Zhizheng (1343), Double Ninth Night.

Within Zhenwu Mountain, a woodcutter saw Purple Qi from the East, and eight figures sat around Banner Peak, among whom a white-robed figure’s sword accidentally fell, transforming into a golden light, directly piercing into Nanxuan Palace’s cliff.