A life of financial freedom

This Taoist temple was established in the Ming Dynasty. It has gone through many hardships and finally ended in the new era.

A real estate company took a fancy to the location of the Taoist temple, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by clouds and mist, rippling blue waves, and beautiful scenery... ..., and transformed it into a resort. There are a lot of tourists, which is definitely profitable.

For the government, it is a good thing that someone develops it. Not only does it have income from selling land, but it also drives the local economy.

For the old Taoist who has lived for most of his life and suddenly lost his place to live, he did not argue with reason or act on his own. Instead, he nodded to accept the government's suggestions. After all, the government needs funds to develop the local economy, and it is good to make some contributions.

Therefore, the villagers at the foot of the mountain were invited to a vegetarian banquet to celebrate the move out of the Taoist temple.

After the little Taoist priest Jingsi finished speaking, Chu Fang nodded.

After the banquet, everyone cleaned up the kitchen waste. Chu Fang stood in front of the Taoist temple, stretched his waist and looked down. It was indeed a beautiful scenery. Surrounded by beautiful mountains, the water of Jiuqu River was clear and winding, with towering ancient trees and lush greenery.

Chu Fang admired the beautiful scenery.

"Damn!" The old Taoist spoke the quintessence of Chinese culture. "The place that the Japanese couldn't find back then was actually found by those capitalists, and they can even build a resort. Those capitalists are really smart. I really want to hang them on the street lights and light them up for me."

Chu Fang pursed his lips: "Master, capitalists can also be divided into good and bad..."

In terms of class, he is also a capitalist.

He doesn't want to be lit up.

"The great man once told us that capital is born with blood. If there is a 20% profit, the capitalists will be ready to move him; if there is a 200% profit, the capitalists will defy the law; if there is a 300% profit, then the capitalists will..." The old Taoist talked about Capital, and said slowly:

"That group of people have set their eyes on my Taoist temple. It will not benefit the local people, but will make it a mess."

Chu Fang asked: "Then why don't you resist?"

"Will it work?" The old Taoist rolled his eyes at him.

That's true.

Just at this time, several cars came from the bottom of the mountain and stopped in front of the Taoist temple. A group of people got off the car.

There were two people in the front, one of them was a middle-aged man, wearing an exquisite suit, well-cut and smooth, with a delicate pen slightly exposed in the pocket of the suit, and his hair was combed meticulously, showing a mature and steady temperament.

The other one was wearing a black leather jacket, well-dressed, in line with professional standards, with a faint smile on his face.

The old Taoist sighed, and as he went to meet him, he complained: "You're urging me to reincarnate, right? I have someone in the underworld. When I get there, I'll kill you."

"Master Qingfeng." The man in the leather jacket was a government official. He bowed and greeted, "Thank you for your strong support for our work..."

If Master Qingfeng didn't nod, this would be really difficult to handle.

Master Qingfeng flicked his whisk and said, "May you be blessed with infinite happiness."

I didn't want to talk.

The middle-aged man paced around, looking around the Taoist temple, the front gate, the back mountain, the garden, the temple... ..., nodded quietly, and while looking, he whispered to the staff behind him about the future plan: "Build a few villas here, hidden among the trees, and you should have that natural feeling when you open the window..."

The old Taoist pulled the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the revised plan, he couldn't hold it in anymore. After all, this was the place where he had lived for most of his life. He said angrily, "Be careful of the anger of the Three Pure Ones!"

"Master, you don't have to curse me." The middle-aged man didn't care and smiled, "I have had a bad life since I was a child, and I don't believe in ghosts and gods."

"Then you should believe it." The old Taoist replied.

"Why?"

The old Taoist said softly, "Although you often smile, your face is gloomy, as if shrouded in haze; your face is broad and your forehead is flat, which is a rough and barbaric appearance. This kind of face is licking blood on the edge of a knife and is prone to failure."

The middle-aged man touched his face and said, "Master, you are awesome. I won't argue with you any more. When are you leaving?"

"Wait a minute."

The old Taoist sighed with resentment in his heart, as if he had spit out his resentment, and finally let go of his obsession.

Let the wind go.

The old Taoist nodded to Chu Fang and said, "Let's go. I'll help you fulfill your wish."

Chu Fang followed the old Taoist into the temple, and the three pure ancestors, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Daode Tianzun came into view.

The three sat high in the hall, their faces were lifelike.

Looking at the three pure ancestors, the old Taoist said sarcastically; "You three brothers take the incense and do nothing. What's the point of worshipping you? Now it's good, the house has been demolished."

"Forget it, I'll find a quieter place to worship youThree, the house is a little small, just make do with it, and don't blame me..."

The little Taoist priest Jingsi lit incense, and wisps of white smoke filled the air. He randomly handed the incense to Chu Fang, who knelt on the mat. The old Taoist priest stopped complaining, and his face suddenly became serious, as if facing the upcoming big test, shaking off the dust, and muttering Taoist language.

It can be heard that he was fulfilling Chu Fang's vows, and profound words were uttered one by one, scattered around.

The voice seemed to have a strange magic, and the noise around suddenly quieted down, and everyone was quietly looking at the Three Pure Ones.

About ten minutes later, the vow was over, and the old Taoist priest nodded to Chu Fang, who kowtowed three times and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Seeing that the ceremony was over, the old Taoist priest's eyes dimmed a little.

"Little Chu, you can leave." The old Taoist priest said.

Chu Fang stood up: "I haven't paid the incense money for my vow yet. "

"Forget it, keep it and live a good life. Living a good life in reality is better than anything else. Don't be nostalgic for these outdated concepts. Living a good life in this life is enough."

"That won't work." Chu Fang stiffened his neck, "I think the Three Pure Ones are very spiritual."

He took out a paper bill from his pocket and handed it to the old Taoist priest: "This is my incense money."

The old Taoist priest took it and glanced at the paper bill unconsciously. The number on it immediately attracted his attention. After a long while, he stared at Chu Fang and said: "No, are you kidding?

"No, I have already prepared this." Chu Fang shrugged. "Don't refuse. Take it. I got much more from the Three Pure Ones than what you gave. I respect the Three Pure Ones. You can spend this money however you want. I remember you once said that you wanted to renovate the Taoist temple and make it into a scenic spot. It can benefit the local people and allow the Taoist temple to be passed down. I think this money should be enough."

The old Taoist looked at the check, looked at Chu Fang, and then looked up at the statue of the Three Pure Ones: "Damn it! You three brothers are finally doing something!"