Emperor star descends to earth

The hot search of Ziweiguan Luotian Dajiao was publicized by several parties, and it exploded for several days.

However, what surprised netizens the most was that the official media actually reposted it.

[Is the official media's promotion of feudal superstition activities a bit of a departure from the core values ​​of socialism? 】

[Keyboard man, don't be rude, this is called promoting traditional culture! 】

[Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, the Luotian Dajiao is a grand Taoist event, and the Humane Master worked so hard to set up a stage to worship and pray for world peace. You call it a superstition?Your grandpa Tianshi came out and accepted you! 】

For a while, popular science was popularized, and many people came to the host city to watch closely.

I didn't know until I arrived in Yucheng that the entire Ziweiguan area was not allowed to enter, and I cried and shouted on the Internet begging for a live broadcast.

[@铜城 Taoist Association President, is the president in Ziweiwei!Show us a picture? 】

[President of Tongcheng Taoist Association: ... Well, Pindao has been addicted to alchemy recently and has no time to go out. Let me ask my friends. 】

Yang Miao didn't have time to go out, this time participating in the Luo Tian Dajiao had a lot to do with it, the list was drawn up by Minister Wu himself, and all those who came were Taoist priests with high morals, high prestige, or advanced cultivation, such as him, a Taoist priest of the Waidan sect who only knew how to make alchemy Only for the official video of squatting at home.

The Taoist priests' protest and crusade posts almost flooded the forum of the Taoist House.

[One thing to say, what do you mean by not allowing us to participate in the church conference? ! 】

[I came here from Malaysia and was blocked outside the mountain. Do you not welcome foreign Taoist priests? 】

[Can someone explain to Pindao, is the theory of descending from the gods definitive? 】

[Seeking live broadcast!Even if it's not live broadcasting to the outside world, at least live broadcasting to fellow daoists! 】

"I really can't broadcast live!" Daoist Xu said to Feng Qing for the third time, "A participatory session has been arranged for the immortal officials. If they want to be seen by the public, Minister Wu will be so mad."

"Master, you really don't know how to be flexible. The Dajiao will be held for a full nine days, and I can't broadcast it for nine consecutive days. If I don't broadcast this episode, it will be fine." After running up to Feng Qing holding the mobile phone, he persevered, "Let's talk , Letting netizens watch the live broadcast is also helpful for preaching!"

Daoist Xu was very annoyed, "You can talk to Minister Wu yourself."

"Just go." Feng Qing pouted.

He didn't dare to go to Minister Wu by himself. It's a good thing not to be scolded, so he had to bring along someone who could speak well.

It was just dawn, and in a few hours the Luo Tian Dajiao would start, and there were Taoist priests busy arranging the scene.

The snow never stopped, and there was a thin layer of white on the red carpet. Feng Qing bypassed a few juniors who were sweeping, and ran down the mountain with the wind on the soles of his feet.

The closer the celebration was, the more fellow Taoists came to Ziweiguan, but the small guest house has not arranged for others to live in it. So far, it has only lived in people from Time to Time and a few staff members of Minister Wu.

Feng Qing heard a noise in Ziwei's room, guessing that they had already gotten up, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

Feng Qingxin said that the store manager's voice seemed very tired, and he didn't think about it, and shouted: "Store manager, I am Feng Qing! I need your help, let me in."

The people in the room whispered something, but Feng Qing didn't hear clearly, the door opened after a while, and Chang Sheng stood at the door with a blank expression.

"What's the matter, let's talk about it here."

Seeing that he was neatly dressed, Feng Qing stretched her neck to look in, but there was no one on the bed.

"Eh? The store manager isn't here? Didn't I hear him just now..."

Changsheng's body was slightly stiff: "He...is uncomfortable."

"Ah? Seriously? Will it affect the participation in the meeting?" The priests only obeyed the management of the store manager and Changsheng. If the store manager can't go, Brother Changsheng will definitely stay. If they are not here, something may happen.

Ziwei's voice came from the bathroom: "I'm fine, I just have diarrhea, wait a minute."

Ziwei lingered for a while before limping out, Changsheng gave him a hand, and put a cushion on the chair before letting him sit down.

Fengqing clicked his tongue, this posture doesn't seem to be all right, the store manager won't prolapse his anus, right?

Ziwei's expression was also listless, "Just tell me, I'll just take a rest."

Feng Qing hurriedly talked about the live broadcast on Weibo, and added: "My idea is to kill three birds with one stone! It can not only preach, but also collect vows, and take the opportunity to increase our fans. There is no harm at all, but they They are all stubborn and can’t explain it, so I guess the store manager needs to talk about it.”

Ziwei nodded, "Okay, I'll ask later."

Feng Qing didn't really want to leave because he didn't get the promise. According to his plan, Minister Wu was downstairs, and it was reasonable to pull the store manager over there to make a quick decision.

It's a pity that Changsheng is completely unreasonable: "Is there anything else?"

"……Gone."

Changsheng looked at him, as if to say: Why don't you leave if you have nothing to do?

Feng Qing had no choice but to go first as a respect.

As soon as the door was closed, Ziwei couldn't sit still, and lay down on the bed crying.

"Does it still hurt?" Chang Sheng followed him and rubbed his waist.

Zi Wei squinted her eyes at him, gritted her teeth and said, "What do you think? How about changing your position next time and letting you try? My bones are all broken."

Chang Sheng turned his face away, a slight blush spread from his cheeks to behind his ears.

Although Ziwei was the one who proposed to do that first, but she was indeed the one who demanded too much, and said in a muffled voice, "If you want to change, I can do it too."

Ziwei trembled all over after thinking about it, and shook his head resignedly, "Forget it, I don't have that much energy."

Changsheng lay down beside him, put his left arm behind Ziwei's head, and asked warmly, "Are you sleepy?"

Ziwei yawned, "A bit, I'll squint for half an hour, will you call me later?"

"it is good."

Ziwei fell asleep as soon as he said he was asleep, Changsheng was afraid of waking him up, so he moved very little, hooked a blanket and gently covered him, put his right hand on Ziwei's waist, and looked up at the ceiling for half an hour like this.

When the time comes, Ziwei wakes up softly.

Ziwei opened his eyes, only to feel that his waist was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting, and he felt refreshed, as if he had taken a panacea, he stretched and got up, and when he turned around, Changsheng was still lying there maintaining the previous posture for a little bit didn't move.

"go out."

"……Um."

Changsheng still didn't move.

Zi Wei suddenly thought of a joke, "I need to kiss to get up when I fall down", thinking that Chang Sheng learned bad things quickly, smiled and kissed Chang Sheng's hair, "If you don't get up again, I will go out by myself."

Then go outside.

There was a plop from behind.

He turned his head and saw that Chang Sheng fell on the floor in a posture that was not in line with his elegant temperament.

Ziwei was startled, and hurried to help him.

"You are such an adult and still wrestling? Are you injured? What's going on?"

Changsheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a low voice, "Legs are numb."

Ziwei was suddenly angry and funny.

No wonder Changsheng lay still, it was because he had been leaning on him for half an hour and his body was completely stiff, so he patted Changsheng's limbs to help him activate his blood vessels.

"You didn't move while I was sleeping, did you?"

"……Um."

"Afraid of waking me up?"

"……Um."

Ziwei suspects that her boyfriend is a bit stupid.She was about to make fun of him, but suddenly her heart trembled.

In the past, he often leaned on Changsheng's body to play with his mobile phone, all afternoon, but he had never seen Changsheng so easily numb in his hands and feet like today.

Ziwei took a look at Changsheng, without asking carefully, and led him out calmly.

Minister Wu had already left first, and there was no one in the room, so he knocked on the door one by one to wake up all the fairy employees for breakfast, and then urged them to change their clothes and go to the mountain.

It was still early, and the Taoist priests who got up late also rushed to the meeting. They kept sneaking eyes on them as they walked on the steps, thinking they hadn't been noticed.

Canopy and other immortals are used to it, so they don't squint.

In the past few days, some Taoist priests have come to visit secretly, either to invite the gods or to find the ancestor master. Ziwei is afraid that the gods will be affected by seeing their shabby appearance in private, so they will refuse to visit Taoist priests in the future. Even so, there are still some Desperately climb pipes and drill windows to find God.

It's also thanks to everyone who made up for the mythological drama. Who knows how to pretend to be a fairy in the eyes of mortals, and took the opportunity to "extort" a lot of pocket money, and didn't dare to tell Ziwei.

The mountain has already been well prepared.

The banners stretched for tens of meters, almost covering the sky and covering the earth. Even after the snow fell, they were still brightly colored. The whole square was covered with a red carpet, and it was bright red as far as the eye could see.Daoist Niu, who was in charge of presiding over the ceremony, had already changed into an apricot-yellow crane cassock and stood in front of the altar with his feet on the gossip.

The altar was as high as two people, and it was covered with bright yellow silk cloth, and there were various incense burners and religious utensils on it.The censer seemed to be made of pure gold, it was as big as a small water tank, Ziwei's eyes were red when she saw it.

"How much does it cost?" Ziwei groaned, "It's enough to buy a small building!"

Changsheng was speechless, took out the passbook from his bag and gave it to Ziwei.

In the passbook is still the 50 he brought with him initially, no more and no less.

Ziwei put it away in embarrassment, and said: "Your dowry is a bit too much, I will keep it for you first."

Changsheng: ...

Changsheng couldn't figure it out that being an Emperor Star would be greedy for money, but he felt that he was much more lively and cute, so he smiled lightly.

Ziwei saw Minister Wu through the crowd, and hurried over to persuade him to get out of the live broadcast.

Minister Wu looked serious: "What should I do if something goes wrong?"

Ziwei raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you say last time that you want the gods to be included in your department? If something really happens, I'll persuade them to go with you."

What can happen, it's just a Taoist ceremony, maybe there are people who don't have eyes to make trouble.

Minister Wu thought for a while and said, "Deal."

It is not a problem for the gods to belong to private enterprises. They are all religious beliefs, and everyone responds to them.Especially now that the identities of the priests are disclosed to a limited extent, Taoist priests come to chat with him every day, and want to invite the worship gods back to the temple.He also tried to lobby in private, but these priests are obsessed and usually only believe that the stars are changing, and they can't say anything.

Minister Wu had already made an agreement with Ziwei for three chapters, and he almost moved his mind to solve the deadlock by making some situations, but he held back after all.

As soon as Feng Qing heard that the live broadcast could be started, she happily jumped three feet high. After adjusting the filters on her mobile phone, she immediately turned on the camera.

He used the official Weibo account of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. As soon as the live broadcast started, there were thousands of bullet screens within 5 minutes.

[Ah, ah, how did you get in here!The president next door is still looking for someone to ask for a picture! 】

[I want to see Mr. Zi, where is Mr. Zi! 】

[Hey, why don't you bring mascots to play with Brother Lin, these priests don't look good! 】

[What are those flags for? 】

[I checked the encyclopedia and said that it is a sacrifice to the gods, what should I sacrifice? 】

[Are there many steps?I heard that there is a nine-day sacrifice? 】

[Please explain! 】

Feng Qing's vanity was greatly satisfied, she swung the camera around, deliberately avoiding the canopy and others, and happily started explaining to the phone.

"The Luotian Dajiao is the most solemn ceremony I teach. The flags you see are called banners. The flat ones are called banners, and the round ones are called banners. They are used to praise the merits of gods and gods. This time, a total of one thousand and two flags will be sacrificed. There are hundreds of gods, from the three Qings and the four emperors, down to the true kings of Fengdu, let me introduce them to you one by one..."

Daoist Xu on the other end was pinching the time on his mobile phone and shouting loudly: "The auspicious time is coming!"

On the field, the priests lined up hurriedly, holding incense sticks in their hands, and looked respectful.

Ziwei didn't understand scientific rituals, so she and Changsheng watched from the sidelines.

Changsheng told Ziwei: "If something happens, you will hide behind me."

"Eh???"

Chang Sheng explained in a low voice: "Since the gods are at war, the believers of foreign gods are naturally unwilling to sit and watch us open the altar to offer sacrifices. I am afraid that the Luotian Dajiao will not go well."

Ziwei:! ! !

Ziwei had just vowed to Minister Wu that if something happened, he would "donate" all the gods, and his face was complicated for a while.

Suddenly, I regretted making a promise.

The author has something to say:

Quietly Mimi drove a car, but only the exhaust was left behind, ahem.

Spoiler not to be considered a spoiler: Although Ziwei doesn't care about many things, he is super smart!

(I really didn't tell a joke QAQ)

感谢在2019-11-2806：26：30～2019-11-2907：13：59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Jiang Yuanze; 5 bottles of Changan Yuyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!