At the beginning of the month, Hua Yan's house was packed with people and carriages when she opened the altar to preach.
Curious ninjas, ordinary people who had received kindness, famous people from the Fire Country who came to find out the truth, and some people from other countries who were interested, all gathered together. It was very lively.
In the morning, the Buddhist Temple, in the afternoon, the Shinto Temple, and in the evening, they enjoyed the scenery under the moon and drank good tea together.
Something like faith couldn't be grounded, but it had to be deeply rooted in people's hearts. It had to be free from worldly affairs and give people a sense of transcendence.
People had to look up to it, but it couldn't be too far away.
Hua Yan built a bamboo forest, which was connected to the outside world by a cobblestone path. If one wanted to pass through the front yard, they had to pass through the bamboo forest.
The winding path led to a secluded place. Walking through the green shadows, the noise of the outside world was forgotten. By the time they reached the front yard, the restless people had calmed down.
Walking to the front yard, they could meet a handsome man with tea-green hair. If they were tired from the carriage, they could take a nap at Tea Ball … oh no, Young Master Ying Maru's tea.
Walking through the bamboo forest, the front yard with green trees and flowers, and the stone well with clear spring water, they could see the quiet room and the square where the sermon was held.
Although it was called a square, the decorations were very elegant. Trees surrounded it, and there were rows of bamboo chairs in the middle. Sunset flowers were wrapped around them, and there were tea stands on both sides.
A handsome man with black and white hair was kneeling in front of the small table in the sermon. His long hair reached the ground, and the corners of his eyes were covered with coquettish purple-red eyeshadow. But his beauty was holy and dignified, and people didn't dare to look down on him.
Not far from the sermon was a pond. Pink lotuses were blooming in the clear lake water. Even on a hot summer day, it brought a touch of elegant and pleasant coolness.
How could such a scene and such a monk not make people admire and look forward to it?
Susumaru Tsuneji's eyes were lightly closed, and he looked like a god. Even if he waited for a long time, he didn't feel irritated or impatient. His expression was as calm as the calm water.
"Namo Mystic Dharmic Lotus Sutra."
Juzumaru's preaching went smoothly. Then, it was Jiang Xue, Hua Yan, and Yamafu Guohiro's preaching. Although he was talking about the basics, and the people who came might not be able to understand, faith had to be polished step by step.
After the preaching, it was lunch time. Hua Yan self-produced a large vegetable field, which was enough to make vegetarian dishes. It was not expensive and looked cool.
It was similar to the preaching of Shinto, except that the square had been replaced with the more solemn and imposing Daguang Hall. The content of the preaching was also easier to understand than the Buddhist ideology.
At this time, Hua Yan, who was wearing the body of Theta Sagittarii, was waving her fan in a flirtatious manner while scheming with a group of nobles and daimyos who had nothing to do.
The aristocrat expressed, "Aiya, Family Head, your preaching is very interesting, but I feel that what these people say is very reasonable. It's not easy to choose the direction of faith. What should I do?"
Hua Yan smiled and said that the preaching was just to dig out the strength in people's hearts and to find a channel for them to vent their emotions. There was no need to deliberately imitate.
The aristocrat expressed, "The courtyard built by the Family Head is really beautiful. Do you have any intention of taking in disciples? Look for more people so that the aristocratic children can also share the enviable elegance of the Family Head."
Hua Yan continued to smile and said that she did have this intention, but it was better to have no disciples than to have one. Moreover, it was impossible to not have sincere hearts. That would be disrespectful to the Gods and Buddhas.
The daimyos expressed that their children were still very talented and worthy of meeting. Hua Yan smiled and pulled out a group of daggers and waved her hand, "These are my first batch of disciples."
The group of aristocratic daimyos looked at the Five Tigers Retreat and smiled timidly as they overturned the big tigers in the forest. They closed their mouths one after another.
It seemed that they still had to think about what to do with the nails.
However, it seemed that the Family Head had a special skill to cultivate children. Maybe she could let the children of the family stay for a few days …
No, no, no!!! Why did we accept this setting so easily?! What happened to stabilizing the other party first and then slowly planning?!
The group of aristocrats looked sad and indignant as they ate the delicious vegetarian dishes, drank the mellow tea, enjoyed the breeze of the bamboo forest, and looked at the beauties in the room. The sky unknowingly turned dark.
In the evening, they originally thought that they should return home. Who would have thought that they were invited to the courtyard to watch the extremely elegant and legendary "Winding Water Flowing Goblet"? Their stomachs were emptied of ink, and they even saw the bookkeeper that the head of the family spoke of.
The peerless God, like the Moon God descending to the mortal world, smiled gently. He reached out and took the willow branch handed over by a beautiful woman, and gently swept it on the incense burner.
A fragrance like orchids and musk diffused in the courtyard, but in the blink of an eye, it faded and turned into a light and elegant cold fragrance. It was like water in the air, making people forget their worries and be captivated by it.
When they were politely sent out of the house, most of the people were still in a daze. They kept asking what the name of the cold fragrance was and how to prepare it.
Hua Yan smiled casually and said, "It was just a sudden inspiration. Why would I bother to name it?"
"I just remember that one cold winter, the moonlight was like frost, and there was snow falling from the sky. At that time, I warmed a pot of wine in the bamboo forest. I saw a little bit of snow falling between the bamboo leaves. When it landed on the tip of my nose, it seemed to be tainted with the fragrance of bamboo."
"I called it 'Bamboo Tip Snow.'"
After sending off the aristocrats and waving goodbye to the commoners and ninjas, Hua Yan held a fan and covered her mouth, saying, "Alright, let's go.
"Alright, in the future, if they want to buy incense, make them pay as much as you can. Every month, when we introduce a new type of incense, give it an elegant name and interesting news, and send the trial incense sachets to their residence. We'll go the high-end route."
"Although we're going through the missionary channel, information and money are indispensable. Boto, I'll have to trouble you with these."
The little boy wearing the Suda Kou military uniform pushed up his glasses. From his golden hair to his gorgeous military uniform, he exuded the word "shrewdness."
"Don't worry, my lord! I'll use the fastest solution to start a revolution in the business circle! "
The little boy's background was majestic and stormy. Hua Yan was deeply satisfied. This was the best helper to accompany her in conquering the sea of stars.
That's right. Hua Yan felt that she was good at making money. She wanted to be high class, so she decided to monopolize the world's fragrance, kimono, and tea business. =
The ninjas in this world looked awesome, but they were actually poor. The truly rich ones had to start from the daimyo.
In addition to fighting tactics, we can also use cultural and economic tactics!
"My lord." Once A Week flipped through the records of the nobles who visited today. "If the daimyo sends their children to stay temporarily, what should we do?"
"Teach them what you need to teach and treat them what you need to treat. If they can learn everything, then I lose." Hua Yan smiled brightly in the body of Theta Sagittarii. "If anyone wants to cause trouble here, blacklist those naughty brats who don't listen."
"Send them back to their parents. You must be gentle and friendly. Tell them that their children are too free and unrestrained. We have strict rules and etiquette, so it's not suitable for such naughty brats."
… Wasn't this indirectly scolding them for not having good etiquette? Those nobles who really cared about their reputation wouldn't even be able to raise their heads.
Once A Week got the main point and went back to arrange work in satisfaction.
"Nobles are masochistic people who hide their masochism. If they meet masochists, they'll do it. If they meet people who are stronger than them, they'll do it. People who have been comfortable for too long don't have the spirit of resistance like ninjas. So! We're going to do it! "
Hua Yan announced the conclusion of the battle in high spirits. As soon as her voice fell, the whole audience was silent. Only one voice responded enthusiastically to her call:
"Ah! Dog Cultivator Kinsama actually knows this so well? "
Hua Yan withered almost immediately. She stared at the handsome man in white with her dead fish eyes and stammered, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry …"
"Tortoiseshell, I know you're honest, loyal, and want to be valued by the Lord. You're also more straightforward about your feelings, but I still hope you can understand the correct posture of being 'valued'."
"You dog cultivator Kinsama, I'm a two-pronged ape. I have a lot of opinions about your understanding of 'the Lord's value and love'."
… Hua Yan was really curious about what secrets the old master of Tortoiseshell was hiding.
Hua Yan handed over the work of negotiating with the nobles to Tortoiseshell Sadamune and Once A Week. Ichihara was definitely reliable as the glory of Mitaguchi Yoshimitsu. As for Tortoiseshell … Hua Yan felt that as long as he wasn't around the master, he was also very reliable.
"Tortoiseshell Kun." Hua Yan relied on Theta Sagittarii's height to press on Tortoiseshell's shoulder. Her eyes were very serious: "This difficult task will be handed over to you and Ichihara Kun!"
Tortoiseshell, who was entrusted with this important task by the Lord, excitedly followed Once A Week. The two handsome men in black and white uniforms, Hua Yan believed that they would definitely be able to crush the nobles' bearing and strength.
The external work had been arranged, and the internal work had to be supported.
Hua Yan felt that there was still a long way to go to teach Sarana Uchiha to be able to control the people of the five countries.
"I can't wait until Sarana is seventy or eighty years old to reach the peak of life. This is not in line with my life pursuit."
Hua Yan was such a narcissistic rose. If she wanted to do something, she wanted to do the best. She wanted to cultivate the strongest, the most elegant, the youngest, and the most beautiful people in the world!
Hua Yan fiddled with it for a long time, and finally copied the idea of the Sharingan, creating a field for Sarana Uchiha to adjust the flow of time.
"If you stay in there for seventy-two hours, only one hour will pass outside. You will have more time to learn and grow."
Hua Yan put her arms behind her back and said enigmatically: "But you have to remember, cultivation is very hard. Your teacher can rest, but you may not have time to play and have fun. Your childhood is destined to be very boring."
Ever since Sharana opened her eyes, she had become more mature. "I'm not afraid of hardships, and I'm not afraid of hardships. Please help me, uncle! "
"In order to ensure your health, we will specify a schedule for you to study, rest, entertainment, and diet. You can follow the schedule." Hua Yan nodded with satisfaction. She liked Sarana's willpower the most.
The stubbornness of the Uchiha Clan was not without its benefits.
Hua Yan intended to teach Sarana Uchiha to be a real aristocrat. She didn't want to give her a false identity, but an elegant and noble aristocrat from the bones.
Nurturing a noble was not something that could be done with words. This was something that had to be done from a young age, and the temperament had to be changed. Elegance had to be carved into the bones.
The world only knew that aristocrats had a noble temperament and good education, but they didn't know that temperament was not only "high" but also "expensive"! It was all about relying on gold and silver!
Hua Yan began to teach Shalana, but she did not intend to raise her into a delicate noble who did not do any chores. What she wanted was a queen with a natural temperament.
For Sarana, military strategy was the most important, and etiquette and other skills were secondary. Hua Yan wanted her to learn, not because she really wanted her to be versatile, but because she wanted to improve her thinking.
Elegant skills could cultivate the mind, and the result was not important. What was important was that the child could grow in the process of learning.
Hua Yan's Honmaru started to work. Preaching, diplomacy, business, and raising children. For a while, it was busy, and no one was idle.
Sarana was a very smart and hardworking child. With plenty of time and a healthy plan, her growth could be said to be amazing.
And the knife demon who taught her also liked such a smart student who didn't complain, so it was inevitable that he would be more attentive when teaching her. She was like a sponge, desperately absorbing knowledge and strength.
But as her horizons widened, Shalana couldn't help but feel confused about her future.
The Sharingan had brought her too many negative emotions. Between blood and feelings, Sarana seemed to have a subtle paranoia and unwillingness.
Hua Yan touched her chin and felt that she should find time to talk to Sarana. People in the world could have obsessions, but they couldn't be too paranoid. Otherwise, it would be easy to "love the beauty and not love the country".
If the people in the world didn't love the war historical drama, but ran to play the Korean tragedy drama, who would she cry to?
Sure enough, it was time to talk about life and feed Sarana her father's poisonous Amway.
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