The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 139, Poverty is late
"Someone jumped off the cliff!"

Screams came and went, and the scene was chaotic, especially the women. The screams resounded through the mountain. Feng Qiuxue's pupils shrank, and she immediately came to the edge of the cliff to watch, but surprisingly, she didn't have any worries, as if she subconsciously believed For Li Yu, jumping off a cliff is not a life-threatening event.

The scene next to it was much more lively, with all kinds of emotions coming and going.

Brother Qingye didn't expect that he would commit suicide by jumping off a cliff!
Nima, if you can't argue with others, don't commit suicide by jumping off a cliff!Bad luck!
"Is the psychological endurance so poor?" Yiqing was also a little panicked, he didn't know that this matter could cause a personal death.

"Hurry up and notify the people down the mountain to save lives."

"What else can I save? This person must be so cold that he jumped off a cliff in a fit of embarrassment. Alas, young people really don't have the ability to bear it."

Qing Ye's head is hurting now, the impact of this disturbance will definitely be bad, what to do, he is in charge of maintaining order, and he can't get rid of it.

Just when he was a little at a loss, the little junior brother beside him said.

"Look, brother."

"What are you looking at, looking at a mass of rotten meat?"

Qing Ye subconsciously turned her head and saw between the cliffs.

Then he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"How. How is it possible?"

Qing Ye suddenly sat down on the ground.

Others also gathered around and saw this unforgettable scene.

In the fluttering snow, the white-robed Taoist, based on the snow in the air, stepped on the snow and fell like an immortal in the snow
Qing Ye whispered.

"Indeed, the ways are different, so we don't conspire with each other."

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, fellow Taoists, don't come here unharmed."

"Heavenly Rescue Immeasurable Suffering."

"Friend Qinghui."

"Amitabha."

"Well, it seems that something strange has been mixed in, forget it, the details."

Qinghui was organizing the Taoists who came and went. The Yaowang Temple, which was originally quite large, was also surrounded by Taoists, making it a bit crowded.

There seems to be an unspoken rule here. Taoists who are invited have specially prepared golden futons by the lake, while wild Taoists who do not have an invitation letter have white futons beside them to sit and listen to the sermon.

"Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Qinghui." The old Taoist with white beard and hair looked at Qinghui with a faint smile and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, you still look radiant."

"Fellow Daoist Wuchen, why are you free to come this year?" Qinghui looked at the old Taoist and said with a smile. The people invited may not come in person every year, because objective reasons such as old age and physical problems will make people Disciples come.

"I feel that my health has improved a lot this year. If I can come here in person, I will follow along."

The old Taoist Wuchen said with emotion: "I am old, and I don't know how many times I can come again, but no matter how many times I come, I can feel the beautiful scenery of the white clouds and the strong Taoist atmosphere in the Yaowang Temple. ,so good"

Fresh and ethereal, and there are bursts of bells ringing.

"I heard that a new fellow daoist will be invited this time?" The old Taoist Wuchen turned to look at Qinghui, and asked curiously, "I'm really curious, who is this fellow daoist?"

Qing Hui paused, thinking, not knowing what to say.

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest next to him interrupted and said.

"Actually, the viewer of the Yaowang Temple thinks this little Taoist priest is a bit interesting. Being able to stand out in such a short period of time must have something to gain, so I invite you to take a look, but I think there is also a feeling of praise and disown .”

Qinghui smiled slightly, watching the discussions among fellow Taoists around.

This is a small society, no matter how virtuous and respected the people in front of you, you can't get out of the [people] circle.
"Where there are people, there will be society, and there will be rivers and lakes."

In fact, he didn't know whether his senior brother meant to flatter him, but it didn't matter if it was true or not.

"So I want to meet that fellow daoist too, and I don't know where he is now, or has he arrived yet." Wu Chen seemed curious, looking around for him.

"If you won't be late, it will be too embarrassing for Yaowangmiao." The middle-aged Taoist next to him muttered, looking at the time on his phone, it will start in 5 minutes.

The people present all came in advance and had never heard of being late.

It would be really funny if he was really late. If it was like this for the first time, who would dare to invite him next time.

At this time, an old Taoist priest who looked about 50 years old walked out slowly.

"The master of pure emptiness."

"Clean Xu Daoist."

"Psycho Layman."

With a white crown and feather clothes, holding a black-bottomed dust whisk, his eyes are calm as if he doesn't pay attention to anything, and he can see clearly inside, which contains true peace.

"It's really an honor for me to be an experienced Taoist." Qingxu looked around and said with a smile: "Everyone is here, then, we can start to sit down and discuss the Tao, what is the Tao, what is the Tao, and the world. The way of the world is still the way of the world.”

Just when Qingxu started to speak, Qinghui said.

"Brother, there is still one person on the list who hasn't come."

Is anyone not here?

There was an uproar among the people present, the invitation to the Yaowang Temple was actually late, this is too embarrassing.

Qingxu frowned: "Is there a fellow Taoist who hasn't arrived yet?"

"Well, it's Yu Qing Guan's Fellow Daoist Rain." Qing Hui seemed hesitant to speak.

As soon as this remark came out, it was okay to invite people in the circle, but people outside the circle began to become impetuous, shouting that Huangkou children are ignorant, and this quota is not as good as giving them or something.

Qingxu's expression fluctuated a bit, whether the invitation was late or missed, it did not give myself, the leader of Dongbaidaomen, any face.
When your invitation letter is blank?

"Maybe something happened on the road. After all, it's snowing heavily and there might be a traffic jam." Qinghui said.

"Not necessarily! I saw that Master Yu went up to the top of the mountain to participate in the gathering of those wealthy pilgrims!"

Hearing this voice, the people around didn't know whether to cry or laugh. This is too social, and they all felt that they went up to the top of the mountain to meet the rich and curry favor with the rich.

Little do they know that this is picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon. If you successfully participate in the discussion at the foot of the mountain, do you still need to curry favor with those people? Those people will send money by themselves.

"Sure enough, you're still young"

Just when everyone was feeling emotional, bursts of voices came from the sky.

"Feel sorry."

The voice was clear and long, and when they looked up, they all had dull expressions, and they didn't know what expressions to use to look at them.

Li Yu, who was dressed in a pure white Taoist robe, descended from the sky, facing the falling snow, and landed steadily on the surface of the lake that had not yet frozen.

Li Yu smiled lightly, leaned slightly on the lake, and said.

"Poverty is late"

(End of this chapter)