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Chapter 64 Mirror Demon and Medusa (Thanks to Grand Lord Mo Jing for being the Alliance Leader)
The "Mirror Demon" was brought up.

Her name alone reveals her allure.

Especially with Medusa as a shining example.

However, when the "Mirror Demon" entered the hall, its completely different demeanor from what everyone had expected surprised everyone.

Is it beautiful? Yes, it is!

Is it alluring? It seems...so alluring.

But...it's just...but...it's just...

She was dressed in a plain-colored outfit, and she shone as if she were covered by a thin layer of moonlight.

Her figure was light and serene, as if she were not standing on the ground, but floating in a pure halo of light.

As soon as she entered the hall, she immediately ripped off the blue cloth headscarf.

The handsome young man next to her didn't even have time to stop her; she was already standing there calmly and quietly.

Like a secluded orchid in a deep valley, it does not compete with others, yet possesses its own fragrance.

After the green cloth was pulled off, her hair was revealed; it was only about an inch long!
What young girl would shave her beautiful head of hair?
She is clearly a Buddhist nun.

As for the fact that she doesn't have a scar on her head, that's normal too.

Because burning incense scars was not originally a Buddhist practice.

In Yang Can's world, this system originated in the Yuan Dynasty.

There is clearly no such rule in this world.

Extremely beautiful women are rare, and women who are so beautiful and possess such an ethereal quality are even rarer.

Having a refined air is usually a good thing, but she... is just too otherworldly.

It is so pure and flawless that one cannot bear to desecrate it.

Although she wasn't wearing a monk's robe, her dignified and solemn aura was far too ethereal and aloof.

She stood there silently, seemingly able to calmly accept whatever fate had in store for her.

But her extraordinary, otherworldly tranquility prevented anyone from having the slightest thought of disrespecting her.

All I wanted to do was... clasp my hands together in prayer for her.

Yang Can, Leopard Head, and Little Green Plum all looked at Manager Qian in unison.

Are you crazy?

Yang Can suddenly remembered Brother Crow from the movie "Young and Dangerous" who stood on the statue of Guan Yu.

This human trafficker really has no scruples; he even dares to kidnap and sell monks.

Who would dare to take this?!
Shopkeeper Qian was also feeling bitter; he hadn't discovered the girl's identity when he received the goods.

Back then, his superiors also wrapped the girl's head with a blue cloth, not like this.

Now she's being treated like a "living Buddha," isn't that just asking for trouble?

In Longshang and even the Western Regions, the worship of Buddhism is prevalent.

Even the most unruly and unrestrained young masters of wealthy families wouldn't dare accept this woman.

Because they themselves may not respect gods or Buddhas, but they can't resist the faith of their elders in the family.

If we take them back, that would be terrible.

But Manager Qian insisted on not losing money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make sense of it.

So this "money-losing" item has been stuck in my hands ever since.

Manager Qian also knew that even though this nouveau riche was not very knowledgeable, he was still wary of such things.

So, with a beaming smile, he said, "This woman's name is Mirror Demon..."

The girl in plain clothes clasped her hands together and calmly said, "My Buddhist name is Jingyao."

Shopkeeper Qian's voice faltered, and his smile became forced.

"She is skilled in perfumery, tea ceremony, and flower arrangement. The manor lord's fortified village is so grand that it needs such a maid."

Yang Can looked at Manager Qian with disdain. "Do you think I'm stupid?" "Oh, really?"

Does Yang seem like someone who's not very bright?
He looked again at that... mirror demon.

Her solemnity did not come from outward majesty, but from an ultimate "emptiness".

Like the fine porcelain from the official kilns of the Song Dynasty, the glaze is rich and lustrous, yet it pursues the tranquility and loftiness of the "sky blue glaze".

It also resembles a jade Buddha. Although the carving is simple, the warm and smooth material alone expresses endless peace and compassion to the fullest extent.

Amitabha!
Take it away, take it away~~~
Before Qingmei could speak, Yang Can waved his hands repeatedly.

"Never mind, Manager Qian, don't get me into trouble."

Manager Qian hurriedly said, "Master, please do us a good deed and keep her to make incense and flowers for your household. That would be wonderful!"

"Manager Qian, why don't you have any compassion?"

"I'm a slave trader. If I'm doing good deeds, will this business continue?"

"Huh? That actually makes sense!"

Yang Can was joking with him when Qingmei rolled her eyes and gently tugged at Yang Can's sleeve.

"Master, why don't we take Abbess Jingyao in as our own and send her to the mountain gate later..."

If we stand idly by, and she ends up being bought by some unscrupulous person, I'm afraid…

Qingmei is also a Buddhist, and she was immediately captivated by the unparalleled charm of Little Master Jingyao. She wanted to do some good deeds.

Yang Can was indeed wary of Jingyao's identity, especially her elegant and refined demeanor, which made him unable to bring himself to harm her.

Even if you only treat her as someone to do odd jobs, you would feel that it is a desecration to her.

You asked her to wipe the table and sweep the floor?
Sin, sin.

Buy it, then send it back to the mountain gate?

It's not impossible; consider it doing good for the child in Xiao Su's womb.

However, we can't let Qingmei become arrogant because she's been spoiled; we have to teach her some manners.

Thinking of this, Yang Can glanced at Qingmei and said, "Okay, the expenses will be deducted from your wages?"

"Huh? Sir, please forgive me, why are you deducting my pay?"

"This was your suggestion, so you should be the one to do good deeds."

Besides, you're mine now, so your good deeds are my good deeds too.

Little Qingmei didn't pay attention to anything else, she only heard "You're mine." The girl felt a sweet warmth in her heart and said happily, "Okay then, deduct it from my monthly allowance."

Having successfully fooled him, Yang Can turned to Qian Yuan with a smile: "Manager Qian, did you hear that? Name your price."

Shopkeeper Qian gritted his teeth and said, "Thirty silks, and the mirror demon is yours!"

Yang Can shook his head: "Alright, let's not accumulate this good karma."

Shopkeeper Qian slapped his thigh hard and said angrily, "Twenty silks, just twenty silks, is that enough?"

She is skilled in flower arranging, incense making, playing the zither, and tea brewing—she is elegant in every way and absolutely presentable!

"To be honest, Master Yang, I spent thirty silk threads to acquire her!"

"That's it..."

Yang Can thought for a moment and said, "How about you spare two more of my maids? I'm not picky, just give me whatever you want."

Ordinary maids only received three to five pieces of silk, while those of lower quality might receive less than three pieces.

However, the shopkeeper was also very meticulous, mainly because he was there to make money, so he couldn't be unreasonable.

Manager Qian gritted his teeth and held up one finger: "One, and I'll spare you another maid, how about it?"

Yang Can nodded: "Alright, it's settled then."

Little Master Jingyao stood there, clearly unhappy about being sold out.

But I feel quite uncomfortable because I have to add something extra before they'll accept it.

I, a dignified man...

Once Yang Can finalized the deal, he immediately ordered people to move silk fabrics from the warehouse.

The people who went to move the goods used these slaves that had just been bought.

Manager Qian asked a handsome young man to go with him to inspect the goods, and then secretly gave instructions to another handsome young man.

“Go and bring Old Xin, the driver, along as an ‘add-on.’ Don’t let that black-hearted thief Yang Can find out that he’s a cripple.”

The handsome young man nodded in understanding and turned to leave.

Manager Qian was quite satisfied with this deal.

Selling off a third of their "inventory" at once is considered a big deal in Tianshui City.

Yang Can mainly used silk and other silk fabrics to pay for the goods.

In fact, porcelain can be used as money, but silk is lighter and easier to transport.

Among the treasures left by Zhang Yunyi, there are also some large artifacts made of precious metals.

He ran Feng'an Village for decades, and as a local tyrant, the wealth he amassed was still astonishing.

After personally torturing and killing his own brothers and nephews, Zhang Yunyi seemed to have finally understood life.

He casually took only some small, portable items, leaving everything else to Yang Can.

Li Damu knew the market value of these items, calculated their value on the spot, and the two parties proceeded with the handover.

Qian Yuan was in the human trafficking business, traveling to various places, and naturally also engaged in other trades.

He has his own channels to convert these assets into cash, and the exchange rate might even be higher than Li Damu's.

After the handover was completed, Qian Yuan smiled and said, "Master Yang is a magnanimous man. I often visit Tianshui City. If there is any business in the future, Master Yang only needs to send someone to deliver a message."

After saying that, Manager Qian casually pointed to a person standing by the roadside.

"This man is the 'add-on' that I brought along. Is the master satisfied with him?"

These are all given away as "add-ons". Yang Canyuan also said that he is not picky, so what is there to check?
Furthermore, Yang Can glanced at the man and saw that he was in his early forties. Although his beard was messy, his body, which was wearing a linen vest, revealed a pair of strong arms. That was enough; he could do heavy work.

Yang Can nodded and readily agreed.

Qian Yuan breathed a sigh of relief; this old Xin was indeed not bad.

That's just how business is; once someone pays for something, they don't want anything with defects.

Those who can afford servants are respectable people. What would it look like if guests saw a lame servant in your home?
Today I sold all the troublesome goods to this rich country bumpkin in one go. It was really satisfying!
Manager Qian, with his two "living perfume bottles," boarded his luxurious carriage and rode off in a swagger.

Back in the main hall of the manor, Yang Can sat down again and felt that he finally had the air of a manor lord.

With the servants in the inner and outer quarters, plus the guards organized for him by Leopard Head, the Yang family now has an additional seventy or eighty people.

The huge manor finally came alive.

Yang Can entrusted Qingmei and Leopard Head with the task of settling these newly purchased servants and assigning them their respective responsibilities.

Medusa with blue eyes and Abbess Jingyao with a buzz cut are clearly high-class servants, and how to settle them is a problem.

The Yang family doesn't even have a music troupe anymore, so the so-called dancers are just empty talk.

Looking at the red-haired wildcat that was staring at him warily, ready to pounce at any moment and bare its claws, Yang Can couldn't immediately reveal his idea of ​​opening up a trade route.

Although everyone in the village is trustworthy now, Yang Can doesn't want to let them know his plans and intentions in advance.

Let this little wildcat continue to misunderstand.

Yang Can thought for a moment and then sent her to the inner quarters, asking her to make his bed and take care of his daily needs.

Right now, his business plan is just a concept in his mind. He can't just support her for nothing, can he?

This is called making the best use of resources.

What troubled Yang Can the most was the Mirror Demon.

Medusa was sent away, and Yang Can then looked at the Mirror Demon.

The mirror demon was also looking at him, its eyes clear as a cold pool after the rain, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds, yet without a ripple.

It gives people the feeling that they have achieved great spiritual cultivation and have profound Taoist practice.

"Little nun..."

Yang Can glanced at her buzz cut: "Where does the young master cultivate in seclusion?"

The Mirror Demon smiled faintly, her extremely pale cherry-pink lips curving into a barely perceptible arc.

This has nothing to do with joy or sorrow; it is simply a tranquility that comes after complete enlightenment.

“My place of practice was robbed, my fellow disciples were murdered, and my nunnery was burned to the ground. I… can never go back.”

Yang Can was dumbfounded. What did this mean? Why couldn't it be delivered?

No way, my Yang family doesn't support idlers, and I'm not going to keep a monk as a servant.

Yang Can said, "In that case, let me search around and find a suitable nunnery to send the young monk there to stay."

With the young apprentice's talent, I believe he'll be able to settle down there soon.

(End of this chapter)