"If you donate the spirit stone, once the formation is completed and the Fengfeng is killed, we will build a large demon-suppressing monument..."

Mo Hua gestured with her hands to show the cake... No, how big is this monument, and then said to Mr. An:

"When the time comes, engrave your name first, engrave it bigger, and draw it in gold, so that you can see it at a glance!"

Establishing a demon-squeezing monument is a tradition of demon hunting masters.

Once the powerful monster that is killed is a disaster, the demon hunters will cast the demon-suppressing monument and carve the names of the monks participating in the demon hunting on it to show the merits of the demon hunting.

However, no one had killed a great demon before, so naturally no one had erected a demon-suppressing monument to kill a great demon.

Mr. An asked calmly: "What if he can't kill him?"

Mo Hua also honestly said: "If you still lose money when doing business, you will also lose money, and there will be times when hunting monsters, let alone hunting such big monsters, the risk is also great."

"If you can't kill it, you can't kill it. You can only find another way out, and your spirit stone will naturally be donated in vain."

Mr. An frowned, "So, I donated my family property just for a false reputation that I may not necessarily get?"

"This is a real reputation, not a false reputation." Mo Hua corrected.

"How is it not false?"

Mo Hua explained: "Once the monster is killed and the demon-suppressing monument is completed, then this monument is the most important merit monument in the history of Tongxian City."

"Tongxian City is here, the demon-suppressing monument is here, your name is here, and the An family will always be remembered by the monks of Tongxian City."

"This honor is a once-in-a-lifetime honor. If you miss this opportunity, you will never be able to buy any more spirit stones in the future."

Mr. An was moved and frowned and began to think.

Seeing this, Mo Hua whispered: "Old man, I'll say something ugly..."

Mr. An was slightly stunned and nodded, "Tell me."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"The An family is still prosperous now. Everyone knows that you are the second largest family in Tongxian City. But in the future, your An family will decline and your family property will be gone, who will still remember who you are?"

"At that time, the An family will be like all small families in this world, and they will no longer be mentioned by anyone, nor will they remember them. Even the children of your An family may not be proud of their family."

Mr. An looked calm, but his eyes fell down. He knew in his heart that Mo Hua was telling the truth.

This is also the fate of most small families in the cultivation world.

There will be prosperity and decline.

The small family has a weak foundation. Once they decline, their clan members will be scattered and they will never have a day of rise.

Not to mention small families like them, even large families may gradually fall into decline and eventually disappear into the long river of the world of cultivation history.

When Mo Hua saw Mr. An move, his eyes lit up slightly, he took the opportunity to say:

"But if your name is engraved on the largest demon-suppressing monument in Tongxian City, it will be different. All the monks in Tongxian City will remember your name and remember the history of the An family. Even if the An family is gone after hundreds of years..."

Old Master An trembled in his heart and looked at Mo Hua with resentment.

What does it mean to have a family gone...

Mo Hua smiled embarrassedly and changed to a tactful statement, "Even if the Anjia family declines in a few hundred years and is not so vast, the people of Tongxian City will remember your good deeds..."

"At this time, the spirit stone is empty, and this reputation is real."

Ink painting is very erotic and tempted by the way.

Mr. An gradually frowned, thinking in his heart, and was unable to make up his mind for a long time. Finally, he sighed and said slowly:

"Let me think about it."

Mo Hua originally asked Mr. An for advice, and did not want to force him. In fact, he had other ways to raise the spirit stones.

However, the current situation of the An family is indeed a little in a dilemma.

Donating or not is not good.

That's why he spoke and asked Mr. An to donate some spirit stones to change his reputation for the descendants of the An family.

But the final choice is up to Mr. An.

"Then think about it slowly, I'll say goodbye first."

Mo Hua bowed politely, then took a small step and walked out of the house.

Old Master An was stunned when he looked at Mo Hua's back.

After a while, the screen moved slightly, An Yonglu, the head of the An family behind, walked out, walked gently to Mr. An, respectfully poured a cup of tea for Mr. An, and asked carefully:

"Dad, how are you doing?"

Mr. An thought of the Mo Hua who had just spoken calmly, and when he saw his son's humble appearance, he didn't get angry.

"You said you are a head of a family after all, and such a big thing can't be put on the table!"

"A child in his teenage years old can find me openly and negotiate with me with reasonable and evidence."

"You, the head of the family, can't help at all. If you can't say a word, you will know that you are hiding behind and eavesdropping!"

"The An family is really handed over to you, and it will be finished sooner or later!"

...

An Yonglu was scolded so much that he felt aggrieved:

I want to come forward, aren't you worried...

But he didn't dare to say anything.

Mr. An cursed, his anger faded, and sighed and said:

"Donate."

An Yonglu said: "Don't listen to the child who fooled Mo Hua..."

Mr. An sighed: "Mo Hua has selfish intentions, but what he said is the truth. When the disaster comes, the family background of our An family cannot be maintained... It is better to use it to exchange for a good reputation."

An Yonglu was not convinced, "How could he not be able to keep it?"

Mr. An said coldly: "What should I use to guard?"

An Yonglu wanted to say that he could keep it, but when he spoke, he was timid and did not dare to speak.

Seeing him like this, Old Master An looked a little tired and said slowly:

"I have been thinking about these days for a long time, but there is still no good idea."

"There are only two ways to put it in front of our An family: either walk or stay."

"If we leave, we can move our family to other fairy cities, but other fairy cities have forces, so we may not be able to accommodate An's family, let alone get a piece of the pie from them."

"And our Anjia Restaurant Building has been open for a long time, and we always want to make money with peace and harmony. Among the descendants, there are no ruthless people who move to other places. They will definitely decline within three generations."

"If we move to the city with the scattered cultivator, then we settle down, just a piece of fat meat, and anyone will take a bite."

Speaking of this, Mr. An remembered the past again.

The caravan in the An family, escorted by their direct disciples, was swallowed up in Daheishan by evil cultivators secretly sent by the Qian family ancestor, and no one survived.

Thinking about this matter now, Mr. An was still scared.

On the way to move the city, I don’t know how many Daheishan Mountains you will pass or how many Heishan Villages you will encounter.

They made their way through the family, and they were afraid that their bones would be gnawed away.

"If you don't leave, you can only stay and build a large formation."

"Since we stayed to build a large formation, we must work together. Even those poor casual cultivators donated their own spirit stones, how could our family be selfish and let others look down on it?"

Mr. An didn't say anything else.

He actually has selfish thoughts.

His lifespan is not long and his cultivation is unable to improve. His life is about to end. Although he is a head of a foundation-building period and is prominent in front of others, he has not done much.

Mr. An was not very willing to be so satisfied. He didn't expect to waste his time when he was old. He wanted to leave a name for himself and a good name for the An family.

With a certain heart, Mr. An was much more relaxed, "Donate."

An Yonglu was stunned and said, "Donate it all?"

When Mr. An heard this, he became angry again, "Are you a pig's head? All donated. Are we all drinking the northwest wind like this? Can you think about it before speaking?"

An Yonglu said weakly: "How much will you donate..."

Mr. An only felt a headache and said patiently: "It's about 70% or 80%."

"Oh." An Yonglu tentatively said again: "Then I will count it and give it to Zhou Zhangsi?"

Mr. An nodded, thought for a moment, shook his head again, "No, you can count it, make it into a list, and hand it over to Mohua with your own hands."

An Yonglu was slightly stunned, a little unhappy, "This is too polite to him..."

Even if he can draw a large array, he is only a teenager.

An Yonglu wanted to say something else, but saw that Old Master An's eyelids were pounding and his anger was suppressed. He couldn't help but want to hit him...
To be continued...