It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

"Jingle Bell--"

The crisp ringtone of the mobile phone cut through the deep drowsiness of sleepiness.Feng Quan sat up in shock, opened his eyes and looked at the furnishings in the room, heaved a sigh of relief, and fell back into the quilt again.Stretching out his arm from under the quilt, he picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

On the opposite side was a loud voice, the voice was in a hurry, and as soon as the phone was connected, the voice rushed out in a hurry:

"Bao Jian, Shi Yue seems to have had an accident!"

"Huh?" The only sleepiness that was still lingering on the pillow was cut off by the loud voice, Feng Quan asked while putting on his clothes:

"What's the matter? Don't worry, speak slowly."

The other side chatted, and Feng Quan couldn't help being shocked by the speed of speech he had never seen before. In fact, he didn't understand a single word.

After finishing talking, the other person gasped heavily: "Do you understand?"

Feng Quan: "...I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

The opposite side said: "Oh, forget it, I know you can't leave, I'll go to his house to check the situation first, and he won't answer the phone - where is your work unit, I will go find you after watching Shi Yue."

Feng Quan searched out the information he was looking for from a large pile of memories that did not belong to him: "The Changdao Temple in Nanxing Mountain."

This is a newly built community. The place is very remote and the environment is beautiful. It relies on a low hill in Nancheng—Nanxing Mountain.

Originally, it was remote and poor, out of reach of the city center, and separated from the neighboring province by a mountain.It wasn’t until a few years ago that urbanites changed their temperament and fell in love with returning to nature and looking for a poor corner in green water and green mountains, so that this place was developed, poverty was driven out, and it became an exclusive villa area for the rich.

After half an hour's walk from home, I arrived at the Nanxing Mountain on which the community rests.There is a Taoist temple on the hillside of Nanxing Mountain. Taking advantage of the popularity of emerging scenic spots, it has been visited by tourists since it was established.This is Feng Quan's workplace——

Today is his first day at work.

Of course, Feng Quan himself would not choose to make a living in a place like the Taoist Temple. In fact, it was not Feng Quan himself who had to be tested here for life and death, but the original owner of this body.

He came back to life from this body three days ago.

The original owner was a student who had just finished the college entrance examination. His parents were not always around, and he was rarely disciplined. During his adolescence, apart from his extremely low grades, he only had a rebellious personality.He has always liked some mysterious and mystical things. It happened that people from the Taoist temple were handing out leaflets at the school gate after the exam. got a job.

However, before entering the job, the original owner lost his mind and soul, so Feng Quan, who had already died and thought he was finally freed but came back to life again, worked hard instead of the original owner.

Only at the foot of the mountain is an antique street, because there are many tourists during the holidays.Feng Quan managed to push through the crowd and set foot on the gravel path up the mountain. There were still dense crowds of people walking up the mountain like ants, worshiping each step, extremely pious.

He looked up at the building exposed on the mountainside, with vermilion cornices, and a pavilion hidden in the forest. Chongxian Hall, with flying eaves and brackets, is painted with pines, cypresses, ganoderma, tortoises, cranes, and bamboos.

Feng Quan raised his foot and was about to walk up the stairs.

... didn't move.

When he turned his head, he saw an old man tugging on his trouser legs. The other man's eyes were full of condemnation, and he said:

"You are young, you are not devout at all, just go straight up." The uncle pointed to the small censer next to the stairs, and then went up the stairs with both hands clasped, "Be more devout, respect, and worship."

Feng Quan was helpless, tugged at his sleeves, stood upright facing the small incense burner, clasped his fists together, and bowed.

The body that Feng Quan used was extremely unorthodox, with three or four holes pierced in his ears, his hairstyle pointing straight up to the sky, like a cockscomb, dyed half red and half purple; however, he had a handsome face, and his expression was not domineering. Today's dress is a simple white shirt and sweatpants.When He Yin bowed down, a kind of gentle temperament flowed out, which gave people a sense of tranquility and piousness for no reason.

Satisfied, the old man withdrew his hand from pulling Feng Quan's trouser legs, and praised, "It looks pretty decent."

So Feng Quan was forced to follow the old man, step by step, and finally arrived at the Shanmen Memorial Archway one minute before he was late for work on the first day.

The Shanmen archway is built in a very grand manner, with the elegant "Changyiguan" written on the top.Entering the mountain gate is a wide square, with a Chinese watch standing on the left and right.Facing the mountain gate is the Sanqing Hall, and on the left and right are the Bell Tower and the Drum Tower.All the buildings are hidden in the mountains and even flocks of birds fly overhead.

The mountains and forests are empty and quiet, but the square in front of the Sanqing Palace is very lively.There are tables lined up on the left and right sides, and Taoist priests in Taoist robes sit behind the tables with a sense of immortality.There was a long line of people offering incense in front of the large incense burner in the center, and a merit box was solemnly placed beside the incense burner, with a huge QR code printed on the box.

Because today, May [-]th, is the Christmas of the City God.

Anyone who has a city has a city god. It is not only a matter of Taoism, but these pilgrims also choose to climb the stairs today to pray for blessings.Because the original Town God's Temple was built on this southbound mountain, and later rebuilt, this mountain was planned as a tourist attraction, and the old Town God's Temple that had been in disrepair was smashed; fortunately, this place was bought by other people and chose to build a temple. Instead of a strange stone scenic spot, these pilgrims have a place of worship again.

Feng Quan squeezed his way through the crowd, planning to go to Chongxian Hall first to have a look at the "swipe card to work" place, before he walked a few steps, he was grabbed by a little boy in the sideline and pulled aside.

Xiao Daotong was as high as his thigh, with a bun-like face and a tuft of hair on his forehead.He hurriedly said: "You are here, Daoist Liang asked me to arrange for you. On the first day you come, first find a table to sit and experience it, and gain a lot of experience."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed him with two packages and left in a hurry.Feng Quan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he opened the bag and looked, one bag contained a dusty Taoist robe, and the other contained miscellaneous things, including copper coins, sticks, talisman paper, etc., which must have been used by Taoist priests Varied.

Putting on the Taoist robe, Feng Quan looked down at himself while tidying up, feeling a little novel.Before the novelty was over, the little Taoist boy hurried back, dragged him, and said while running:

"Hurry up, there are almost no seats! There is an empty table over there, so hurry up and take it."

Xiao Daotong, wearing a Taoist robe with a fairy air, ran like a wild horse, pushed through the crowd and came to an empty table.He dragged Feng Quan to press on the futon, raised his eyebrows:

"You are right here, read carefully, study hard, and then write an experience and hand it over to me before leaving get off work. If you write well, you will deal with things in a few days, and I will take you down the mountain to learn a lot!"

Feng Quan raised his hand to touch the head of Xiao Dao Tong who was not much taller than himself when he was sitting, and touched Xiao Dao Tong's frowning, retracted his hand, nodded and said:

"I see."

Xiao Daotong, who was wearing a robe with wide sleeves embroidered with cranes, still ran away like a wild horse.

Feng Quan put everything in the bag on the table, then sat cross-legged, quietly looking at the surrounding environment.

The whole square was full of voices, not only pilgrims came, but also young men and women holding mobile phones and taking pictures everywhere.Those priests held whisks and stood smilingly at the gates of the main halls, watching them take pictures without stopping them.However, Feng Quan always felt that the place where these Taoist priests were smiling and looking at was the merit box next to the incense burner.

On his right is the stairs leading to the Hall of Sanqing, and on his left is a tall young man.The young man shaved his short, almost bald head, with a long scar on his face from the corner of his eye to his chin. He was full of hostility like a horned dragon, and he sat on his legs with a golden sword. The gray Taoist robe was worn on him like a It's a prisoner's uniform.As soon as Feng Quan looked away, he heard the man call to the Taoist priest who was handling chores:

"Bring me a cup of coffee, I didn't sleep well last night."

The little Taoist next to him walked over quickly, and said in disapproval: "No, the temple master said that you are not allowed to drink coffee. You have to drink tea outside. I have Nancheng Maojian in my room..."

"Go, go, who wants to drink tea." The young man waved his hands impatiently, and the trailhead curled his lips and left.

After a while, a person walked up to Fengquan's "booth" and looked at the lottery on his table, "Master Daoist, I want to ask about my fortune. How about the business I invested in this year?"

Feng Quan sat upright, even with a cockscomb on his head, he tried his best to show the demeanor of a fairy, swung the whisk, hung it in the crook of his arm, stretched out the other hand to the stick, and said:

"Please."

The vicious-looking young man in the seat next to him looked over curiously.

The guest had already drawn out a lottery and handed it to Feng Quan, with "21" written on the head of the lottery.Feng Quan frowned and looked at the sign, and couldn't help but look up again at the guest's face.

... He has been studying profound arts for so many years, but he has never learned how to solve the lottery.Something stumped him.

Sure enough, there is no end to learning.

The person who was stared at by Feng Quan was very nervous: "Master Dao, don't be so serious... Is there any problem? If there is any problem, you must tell me, and I will withdraw the capital when I go back..."

Feng Quan reassured: "It's okay, just wait a moment."

After seeing the face of the guest, he already had the answer in his heart, Feng Quan lowered his head and rummaged through the hole in the table, and under the incredulous gaze of the guest, he took out a book of undoing the sign and compared it.

Then read it out loudly:

"Haimen leaps over the waves and is warm and harmonious. The fish in the middle is good for transforming into a dragon. Merchants ask for money to take advantage of this call, and they will benefit from it. This layman..."

Looking up, there was no one in front of the table.

Feng Quan touched his head in disappointment, and touched a thorny cockscomb in disappointment.

Suddenly there was a laughing sound from the side, it was the young man with a scar on his face, looking at Feng Quan, he shook his head contemptuously:

"Boy, business is not good."

Feng Quan glanced lightly at the other party's ferocious face, as well as the other party's empty desk, and said lightly:

"Then is your business okay?"

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