Lin Mumus arm was examined by the universitys hospital doctor and he said that it shouldnt be moved for a week. The Daoist priest merely rubbed some medicine and massaged it for a while and she could already take the next days exam without any problems.

Master, youre awesome! Lin Mumu didnt forget to kiss up him and exaggeratedly gave Professor Lin a few words of praised.

I must have been blind to accept you, this disappointing disciple. You wont learn fortune telling, wont learn acupuncture and moxibustion, still, you persuaded me to expand great efforts for 10 years to teach you a few tricks to defend yourself, yet you cant even resist to a little attack? And even get yourself bruises?

Just what did I teach you before? En? Im such a well-known Daoist priest, but having my disciples bullied to this extent, I would be too ashamed to go out in the future!

Professor Lin angrily lectured his disciple. He wasnt mad about Lin Mumu causing trouble, rather, what angered him was she let herself be injured by someone.

Lin Tianlang was making tea by the side, and said helplessly: Master, junior sister is still young.

Young, young, young, 18 years old is still young? By the time you were 18 you could already fight alone against a bunch of gangsters! (TN: Hes ranting, hence the repeat of young, just think about an angry parents lecture.)

Then, should we also let junior sister go give it a try?

Try, what try? Asking a girl to do something so barbarous and uncivilized, cant the both of us still protect a single little girl?

Tsk, the mouth says one thing while the heart mean another.

The old fellow was really biased to protect this little disciple. When I, Lin Tianlang, was merely ten years old, you already let me witness bloody fights. Why didnt I see you distressed at the time?

Both the palm and the back of the hand are made of flesh, yet you cant bear to let the tender side become as rough as the other. (TN: idiom meaning both are his disciples and of equal importance, usually this idiom is used by parents to talk about their children, meaning they cant favor one over the other.)

Masters words are reasonable. Lin Tianlang and Lin Mumu were simply of complete opposite characters, but they both absolutely didnt talk back to the old guy.

Lin Tianlang was a good child, but the Daoist priest still couldnt help being biased towards Lin Mumu.

You know my words are reasonable, yet you still let your junior sister be bullied?

Lin Tianlang was indeed really good at cultivation, and didnt get angry in the least. If it had been Lin Mumu, afraid she would have made a huge ruckus with the unreasonable old guy.

Professor Lin angrily ranted and lectured for a while, then he sat down and drank a cup of tea, and instantly changed his behavior to turn back into that quiet, refined, and wise immortal Daoist pries. He calmly said:

Lin Mumu, at the moment, do you blame master for not giving you any money?

Not at all, ah, my husband is wealthy. Many thanks to masters good insight, helping me pick up a golden thigh to hold on. At the San Qing temple, Lin Mumu was long used to the old guys quick changing temperaments, turning from a ranting old guy to a refined immortal in minutes.

Fortunately, Professor Lin was very skilled at controlling his emotions and could stabilize the tea cup that he almost dropped from his hands.

He looks at Lin Mumu seriously and proceeded with the subject as if he didnt hear whatever outrageous thing she said: Properly take your exam tomorrow and get a good result. If you do, youll be able to apply for a scholarship, there will be at least enough money for the tuition fee.

Your senior brother will also help you look for part-time jobs while studying, let him guide you properly later, alright? Professor Lin appeared to be calmly drinking his tea with an unconcerned expression, but in fact, his ears were completely alert and eagerly waiting for Lin Mumus reaction.

Lin Tianlang immediately said: Its not anything too demanding, our religious studies building has planted a few valuable flowers and plants, the master is afraid the schools personnel is unlikely to carefully tend to them.

I heard that junior sister used to raise flowers at the temple. Letting you taking care of the plants and raising the flowers could be considered as your part-time job, and will let you earn 600 yuan per month as allowance.

What a stingy Daoist priest, using a little girl for free labor, and merely giving out 600 yuan?

The old fellow is unlikely to be fond of raising flowers, but hes more likely to like collecting expensive and rare plants. Besides Lin Mumu, it is estimated that no one could possibly support him.

With Lin Mumus social status, forget about 600, she could get 6000 whenever she asked for it.

However, Professor Lin was her master, and she had no close relatives besides him, so it didnt matter if Lin Mumu supported his hobby or raising expensive flowers, the old guy especially hated losing face.