It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

He propped his legs up, stepped on half of the futon, and didn't look like a Taoist priest at all: "My name is Yi Bai, and you are Lao Liang. He abducted him from the college entrance examination with a leaflet. What's your name?"

Listening to the word "abduction" in the other party's words, Feng Quan's expression was indescribable:

"...Feng Quan."

Yi Bai nodded, lost interest, turned his head and stopped talking to him.

Feng Quan was also left in the cold, checking the memory of the original owner when he had nothing to do.

The original owner had just failed the college entrance examination, but he didn't care much about it. One reason was that no one cared about his grades since he was a child.

The mother of the original owner was a strong woman, she founded an entertainment company by herself, and it was very successful, and she didn’t go home all day long; the father left home four years ago, when the original owner was 14 years old, and never returned. The side that can be seen during the Chinese New Year has turned into an increase of one million monthly support payments for the mother and son's family.

The original owner didn't have any emotions about this. After all, when his father didn't leave, he didn't see his parents for most of the year, and the nanny and aunt at home were more like relatives.

Parents don't care about him, just throw him a lot of living expenses, so the original owner has nothing to explain to the parents, the results are only his own business, he doesn't care, and he doesn't care about his future, so he excitedly found a job in this Taoist temple .

——Not even being able to come to this Taoist temple, with all his desire to "cultivate the supreme and ascend to become a god", he died quietly in his empty home, and even his soul perished.

The original owner's cause of death, Feng Quan, had probably been guessed.

He has calculated the horoscope of this body, which is a psychic physique.This kind of fate is very easy to attract yin and evil. It should have been ill for a long time, and even died young due to the invasion of yin, but the protagonist has been wearing a jade pendant close to his body since he was a child, to drive away the yin for him, so he can protect himself. He grew up safe and sound for so many years.

But even though it has been safe and sound for so many years under the protection of the jade card, it still cannot resist the death of the original owner.

The original host has been interested in a high-cold goddess in his class for three years in high school. The day before the college entrance examination, he finally made up his mind to hook up with him, and gave the jade token he wore since childhood as a token of love. return gift.

——It was this gift in return, which gave the protagonist a bonus to his physique, and attracted a room full of resentful ghosts, who unconsciously devoured and tore his soul to shreds while the original owner was sleeping.

It's a pity that the "return gift" that attracted the resentful spirits also shattered and disappeared that night, and Feng Quan couldn't use it for research.

The girl who gave something to the original owner probably has some problem, but unfortunately she has already graduated, so there will not be many opportunities to contact her.But since it's about the original owner, he still needs to take care of it. When he throws away the work of the Taoist temple, he has plenty of time to deal with these things.

Sitting like this until noon, there were finally fewer people, and the little Taoist boy ran quickly on a pair of short legs to deliver boxed lunches to the Taoist priests from table to table.When it was Feng Quan's turn, Xiao Daotong had a kind expression on his face, set the tableware for him attentively, and stretched out his soft little hand to touch Feng Quan's cockscomb head:

"Wait a while to pay homage to Master Sanqing, and you will be my junior brother from now on! Senior brother, my name is Shang Yang, and you can call me Senior Brother Yangyang."

Feng Quan's expression was a little empty, and he looked at the Xiaodao Tong Shangyang in front of him.Shang Yang giggled, ran away and continued delivering lunch.

Feng Quan experienced the procedure of worshiping Sanqing once, when he was three years old.He is precocious, and he still remembers it clearly when he was a child. It was a solemn, serious, and complicated ceremony. Before worshiping the gods, he had to fast and take a bath, set up an altar, erect a statue, offer incense, prostrate, and chant the decree. Set up a sacrifice to worship the Sanqing.

On the way into the Hall of Sanqing led by Xiaodaotong, Feng Quan felt very lucky.Although today is not the auspicious day that was calculated, and he, an ordinary little Taoist priest, does not need to perform too complicated etiquette, but even if some steps are omitted, he should not have to go out to "stand out" this afternoon.

Entering Sanqing Palace, Feng Quan met the little old man who fooled the original owner.

He smiled and said, "Let's pay homage to our patriarch first."

Feng Quan looked around, but he didn't see anyone preparing a fast for him.

The old man said: "I will pray once, and you will follow suit."

He bowed three times and kowtowed three times, then took two steps back and said to Feng Quan:

"It's your turn."

Feng Quan had a delicate expression.

To be honest, he is just an ordinary little Taoist priest in this Taoist temple now, but even if the temple does not prepare for worshiping Sanqing, he should fast for a few days before worshiping and offering incense.And here...

What about incense?

Master Sanqing doesn't even have a little hard work, so should he take care of his children for nothing?

Feng Quan couldn't help asking: "This etiquette part is..."

The old man took it for granted: "Baidu, it's all on the Internet. It's the first time for our temple master to run a Taoist temple, so we don't know much about it. I arranged for the disciples to get started."

Hearing this, Feng Quan suppressed what he wanted to say, and stood in front of the futon.

The old man next to him noticed that when this kid who was abducted by him was standing in front of Master Sanqing, his temperament suddenly changed.

There was a quiet and peaceful aura on the fair and handsome side face.

He put his hands together in the Taiji seal, leaned over and nodded three times.Three rituals and nine kowtows, the action is a little freehand and chic.The whole process was naturally soothing, as if he was in a palace surrounded by fireworks.

Then, take a half step back and give a poor salute.

Looking back at the old man.

Only then did the old man come back to his senses, and said with a smile, "My name is Liang Xingcheng. According to your seniority, you will call me Uncle Liang from now on." He took out a leather-covered notebook and a ballpoint pen from his pocket, and said while writing:

"I'll write your name down, and you will be one of the second generation successors of our Taoist temple." Then he closed the notebook, "Okay, go back and guard the booth."

Feng Quan... Honestly, he went back to guard the booth.

As he went back, he couldn't help thinking: Is he the second generation?Could it be that Guanzhu and old man Liang who have never met are the first generation?But how can the Taoist inheritance have hastily established a Taoist temple from the first generation?

He returned to his seat with this question in mind, and asked Yi Bai next to him:

"Mr. Yi, which school of inheritance is our Taoist temple...?"

"Which faction?" Yi Bai looked at him inexplicably, "The Changyi faction is Guanming, a newly established sect. This is the only one, and there is no semicolon; when the Taoist temple develops well, we will be the ancestors of the Changyi faction. Master's next generation!"

Feng Quan: "..."

Around two o'clock, there were a lot less pilgrims, Xiao Daotong appeared again, with a small body pushing a freezer that seemed huge compared to him, and offered popsicles to the Taoist priests.When it was Feng Quan's turn, he opened the freezer and asked:

"It's you again, didn't you just abduct in the Taoist temple... have you recruited someone, is there no one else to help?"

Shang Yang said arrogantly: "Do you think that even if we are recruiting, anyone can get in? We are talented but I am enough to help!"

He waved his arm with the momentum to sweep away thousands of troops, Feng Quan looked at the audience, including him and Xiao Daotong, there were eighteen people in total.

That is to say, including Daoist Liang and the temple master who has never met, there are a total of twenty people in the temple.

Feng Quan couldn't figure it out, even the original owner, who could enter the Taoist temple with "metaphysics knowledge" from reading novels, how could he be "sophisticated but not too much".

But Feng Quan didn't ask any more questions, he lowered his head to touch the freezer, then slowly raised his head and looked at Shang Yang suspiciously.

Shang Yang glanced at the ice cream in the freezer, "Choose one."

Feng Quan silently picked up a neatly cut frozen ice cube with a skewer inserted in it, and licked it. It was indeed the ice cube frozen in white water.And the stick inserted below is also very familiar, it is the same as the one in the stick on the table. If you look carefully, there is a "21" written on the stick inside the ice cube.

This lottery is also related to him.

He raised his head, facing the white and tender little Douding with a lock of hair on his forehead, and said sincerely:

"Brother Yangyang, after I join the job, will Guanli pay me a salary?"

Please afford such a "popsicle" Taoist temple...

After Feng Quan asked this question, Shang Yang said contemptuously: "Salary? You want a salary? The salary is all for the patriarch! Cultivate carefully, don't get the stink of copper!"

Feng Quan thought to himself, if they were all given to the patriarch, then he hadn't seen real people who could eat well in the Sanqing Palace before.

After Xiao Daotong taught his younger brother a lesson, he walked away arrogantly.

Yi Bai next to him poked his head over and whispered:

"Boy, don't worry about asking for money. I have a way to pick up business. If you think it's okay, come to me in the future if you need it."

Feng Quan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that this colleague was a little sinister and harboring malicious intentions.

As the sun set in the west, the pilgrims were few and far between, and Yi Bai next to him was lying on the table in front of him, drooling in sleep.Feng Quan was thinking about the classmate who called him in the morning, so he couldn't help looking around in the crowd, and suddenly fixed his eyes, and his eyes didn't move.

In the pure land of the Taoist temple, there is actually a ghost.

It was a young man in his twenties, carrying a shoulder bag full of youth, and wearing some old but clean sportswear.Just like other young people who came here to watch the scenery, he walked around curiously...no, floating around, wandering around from "stall" to "stall".

Feng Quan heard that every time he went to a booth, he would point to the pilgrims who asked questions and teach:

"Believe in science, don't be superstitious about these strange powers and gods... If you really want to get what you want, the whole Taoist temple will be promoted to immortals, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven soon."

Feng Quan found it very interesting to see it.

However, those pilgrims can neither see nor hear the chatter of ghosts, and ghosts are not too tired. They talk to people when they meet them, and they don't know how they can say the words "weird power and chaos" as a ghost.

At the same time it feels a little strange.