Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 586 - Teletubby Junior Sister
Chapter 586: Chapter 586: Teletubby Junior Sister Chapter 586 -586: Teletubby Junior Sister The activation of the Ancestral Tablet took place in the front courtyard of the villa.
After clearing up for seven or eight days, the weather had turned gloomy again. The north wind had been biting cold the previous two days, today, although the wind had ceased, the sky had become even more overcast.
Feng Jun had not intended to film the scene, but Tang Wenji insisted time and time again that it must be recorded.
“Master Feng, for you, this may just be a trivial matter, but for our humble Maoshan, I am witnessing a momentous historical event… Right, Senior Brother Ma?”
This is exactly what I wanted to say! Daoist Ma nodded repeatedly, “Exactly, it cannot be overstated… It should indeed be recorded for posterity.”
Are you worried that I’m performing magic tricks? Could Feng Jun possibly fail to guess that?
After all, he was the one retrieving items from the Storage Magical Artifact, and how many items were inside and how many were withdrawn was an opaque process.
Since it wasn’t transparent, naturally there should be additional oversight. Not to mention, Huaxia’s cultivators, whether they have real abilities or not, those deception techniques are basically a given.
However, at the same time, the request also has its merits. The Storage Magical Artifact left by our ancestor hundreds of years ago is going to be unlocked today. If it were any other place, it would be commonplace to bath and burn incense for ten days and a half month, let alone setting up a few more cameras.
On Feng Jun’s side, four video cameras with tripods were set up—one of them came from Yang Yuxin.
Yes, Director Yang also participated in this grand event. It wasn’t appropriate for everyone to crowd around while Feng Jun and the others were discussing in the house. But once they stepped out into the courtyard, it wasn’t possible to send other people away to a distance of over a mile.
The camera Yang Yuxin brought could capture high-definition footage even from a mile away. It was a little thoughtful plan of Xiao Hui’s, who wanted to film the bamboo forest, the vast mist, and even yachts up the river.
Zhuang Haoyun had brought a camera too, but since it had been left on the bus, he could only stand in the distance and watch them film.
Feng Jun had four cameras placed at different angles, while Daoist Ma could only stand not far away with a mobile phone in hand, filming.
Tang Wenji also took out a mobile phone, and got a selfie stick from her motorcycle, “Wait a moment, I’m going to start a live stream.”
“What?” Wang Haifeng exclaimed, “You… live streaming?”
“Remember the rules,” Tang Wenji took the initiative to remind him this time. It has to be said, a good-looking man really does have an advantage in front of women. Coach Wang was not a fresh-faced youth, but he had a distinctly masculine appeal.
Coach Wang was speechless, because the previous conversation between Feng Jun and Tang Wenji had been between cultivators, with much emphasis on decorum—such aura is not blustered out, it is truly there.
So he glanced at Feng Jun and called out, “Master, the Little Celestial Master wants to live stream.”
Feng Jun was also quite surprised upon hearing this and looked at Tang Wenji, puzzled, “Do you think… it’s appropriate to live stream?”
“My ‘Maoshan Ritual Live Room’ has three hundred thousand followers,” Tang Wenji glanced at him, proudly proclaiming, “Today, revealing the Storage Magical Artifact, how can I not start a live stream?”
Does she have a dual personality? Feng Jun looked at her suspiciously, “Aren’t you afraid of leaking secrets?”
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“Even fine wine fears the depths of the alley,” Tang Wenji replied nonchalantly, “Compared to leaking secrets, I am more concerned about the inheritance of the Daoist tradition.”
“Girl, you really are as courageous as a man,” Feng Jun gave a thumbs up, “Well, I have a request, do not film the surrounding environment… You might not fear exposure, but I really mind the trouble.”
He had no intention of insisting the other party agree with his viewpoint. In his eyes, everyone’s choices have their own logic, and it’s not necessary for others to interfere—you can’t think that you are the only one who is right in this world.
Moreover, Maoshan’s reputation wasn’t too prominent at the moment, so seeking exposure wasn’t necessarily wrong—after all, it’s the era of the attention economy, isn’t it?
However, upon hearing this, Tang Wenji’s eyes lit up, and many of her questions found their answer in his words: it turns out, this man really just dislikes trouble, not that he is not powerful enough!
Feng Jun was wearing a Teletubby head cover, clapped his hands, and spoke in a deep voice, “Before we begin filming, let’s lay down three rules… Today, there are a few friends who are seeing this for the first time…”
The ones witnessing the retrieval of items from the Storage Magical Artifact for the first time were Gao Qiang, Zhuang Haoyun, Tang Wenji, Daoist Ma, Yang Yuxin, and Gu Jiahui—six people in total. Li Shishi had been reassigned elsewhere, and Di Aixin was not even called to the small courtyard.
Among these six people, the first four were familiar with the concept of Storage Magical Artifacts, so they wouldn’t be too surprised or need to hide anything. Yang Yuxin and her daughter were completely commoners by comparison and, by rights, should not be exposed to these things.
Yet these two had also guessed some of the situation within Luohua Manor. Director Yang was tireless in repaying Feng Jun and this time, she even offered to help him manage the Chaoyang affairs.
And she was aware of the issues Feng Jun had with Maoshan.
If Feng Jun continued to hide these matters, it wasn’t impossible, but always being so secretive and elusive could inevitably seem a bit standoffish—he was willing to help Maoshan, an acquaintance, and what about these old relations?
To not mention that relations between people are built up over time.
Not to mention, the Maoshan Little Celestial Master even planned to broadcast live. Once that got out, Yang Yuxin and the others would also become aware, and that would make it even less interesting.
However, setting some ground rules was still necessary.
Firstly, he demanded that Luohua Manor’s setting not be filmed, nor leaked. And if they filmed anyone, it could only be him—after all, he was wearing a Teletubbies headgear, so he wasn’t worried about being recognized.
Second, after the filming was completed, he had to inspect it. If the footage didn’t pass scrutiny, he would confiscate the equipment as well.
The third rule was that they must never disclose the video’s origin to the outside world, or else—”consider yourselves warned.”
Actually, after careful consideration, all six filming spots were pretty secure; there probably wouldn’t be any major issues.
Three were within the manor itself, purely for verification purposes while filming. There was no need to worry about those, and the footage that Yang Yuxin took would likely not be leaked. She was a woman who clearly understood the stakes.
There should be no issues with the two spots arranged by Maoshan either. Daoist Ma made it very clear, “I just want to film to show Tang Tianshi, and to record the fact that I participated in such a major event.”
The most likely problem could actually come from Tang Wenji—who unexpectedly wanted to live stream.
Xu Lei felt that something wasn’t quite right and even went out of his way to mention it to Feng Jun, “This Maoshan, really going all out to attract followers.”
“It’s not easy surviving,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, aware of what Fatty Xu was worried about, so he spoke to reassure him, “This Tang Wenji might seem frivolous in her actions, but actually, she’s very reliable.”
After everyone picked their angles, they exited the scene, leaving only the Teletubbies standing there. On the table in front of him, lay the ancestral tablet.
“My dear babies, the live broadcast is about to begin,” Tang Wenji, holding a microphone, directly faced the camera and said with a smile, “Today, ‘Maoshan’s Little Sister’ invites everyone to witness a piece of history and open a door from four hundred years ago…”
“Here is one of Maoshan’s hidden Daoist sites. What kind of site? Oh, I can’t tell you that; it’s our Maoshan’s core secret. Well… let me leak another little secret. Not far from here is an even more secretive Daoist site of our Maoshan.”
“As for what kind of site that is? Sorry, I can’t tell that just yet… What, raising ghosts? We in Maoshan are the authentic heirs of the Supreme Clarity sect; how could we engage in such things? There are also directives from above, after the founding of the country, spirits are forbidden to gain sentience, let alone raising ghosts, right, everyone?”
Bluffing, pure and simple bluffing! Xu Lei watched from not far away and shook his head: no wonder Master Feng was at ease. With such matters, even plainly stated, people might not necessarily believe, let alone with the mix of half-truths and half-fictions that Tang Wenji added.
Still, how to put it? Tang Wenji herself was a girl with delicate features, a bit of the girl-next-door vibe. Zhang Caixin felt she was just average-looking, but in fact, she could score seventy-five—a beauty on the same level as Li ShiShi.
Confident enough to live stream and having gathered three hundred thousand followers, she couldn’t possibly look too bad.
A beautiful girl explaining Daoist techniques could be believable to some, but most people were just there to see the buzz, weren’t they?
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Teletubbies began to take things out from the ancestral tablet.
Feng Jun had prepared two large round tables, each two meters in diameter. However, as he retrieved item after item, the two large tables became insufficient. Eventually, he had to put things on the ground.
These items truly broadened everyone’s horizons. Among them were many books—a cubic meter’s worth at least—as well as real weapons such as swords, spears, clubs, axes, maces, hooks, and forks.
“Huh, keeping these things in the Storage Magical Artifact, what’s the meaning of this?” Tang Wenji exclaimed, her eyes rolling, “Does it mean that our Maoshan ancestors also rebelled?”
Then, the items became even more strange. There were several large jars over a meter tall. The Teletubbies looked inside one of them, “This is… rice?”
Feng Jun confirmed that it was rice, and very ordinary rice at that, not Spirit Rice—this Maoshan reviver’s food safety consciousness was truly strong.
Besides rice, there were large quantities of gold and silver treasures, antique calligraphy and paintings in the ancestral tablet…
Then came the Natural Treasures, each sealed in a Jade Box. The seal on the first Jade Box read “Eight Hundred-Year-Old Mountain Ginseng.”
Tang Wenji’s voice began to tremble, “Oh my, this is eight hundred-year-old Mountain Ginseng from four hundred years ago… that’s twelve hundred years old by now.”
“Carefully calculating, the age of this Aged Ginseng should be a bit older than that of the Song Dynasty’s founding emperor, Zhao Kuangyin.”
Of course, having been kept in the Storage Magical Artifact all the while, it was isolated from time, so it still had the efficacy of eight hundred years.
When Feng Jun took out a huge wooden Eight Trigrams Plate, Tang Wenji could no longer hold back. She turned and charged over, shouting loudly, “The Spirit Gathering Array, this is the legendary Gathering Spirit Array Plate!”
The Teletubbies scratched their head, looking quite puzzled.
“No, we must pause the broadcast for now,” Tang Wenji turned around and rushed back to the mobile phone, reaching out to turn it off, “Babies, I’m truly sorry, I need to take a break, I just had a hallucination…”
