It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

On NO.19, the program team came to the door, holding up the camera, to shoot some material that can be used as a sideshow of the program.

In winter, it dawned late, and because they had to catch a car, at six o'clock the program team arrived at the villa area where Feng Quan was located.

The community is very dark, the residences are not densely populated, and the greenery takes up a lot of space, making it look gloomy when you look inside.The leading cameraman rubbed his hands and looked towards the guard box at the door.

There were no lights on inside, only small monitor screens glowing faintly.Before this faint light, there seemed to be a figure. It was very dark inside, and it was impossible to see what this person looked like or what he was doing.

For some reason, the cameraman suddenly shivered.

The little brother next to him said: "I'll drive it first, adjust it, and walk slowly."

The cameraman responded and leaned forward to look inside the gate.

The figures in front of the monitor and behind the desk were motionless, as if lifeless.

He endured his fear and called tentatively: "Is the guard there? The recorder, our car is over there, can we drive in?"

The people inside still didn't move.The cameraman couldn't help but feel his heart tremble, and when he was about to shout again, a faint voice came from inside: "Did you come by car?"

The sound seemed to be soaked in cold water. As soon as it entered the cameraman's ears, his whole body trembled, and his hairs stood on end.He couldn't help raising his hand and glanced at his watch, making sure it was six o'clock in the morning, not twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the weird feeling in his heart disappeared.

"Yes, we recorded the program, he lives in this community."

"Okay..." the cameraman heard the other party mumbling, "It's about to change shifts, I have to go back and take a beauty sleep..."

The black figure inside finally moved. He seemed to be turning the pages of the book, making the sound of pages turning.

"Which area?"

The cameraman didn't answer immediately, but asked cautiously: "...can you see it without turning on the light?"

"Unhappy, I like black."

The cameraman murmured: "Oh, oh, it's good, it's good."

The guard who couldn't see his face asked again: "Which building is it?"

The cameraman quickly replied: "In District A, the resident's name is Feng Quan."

The sound of the doorman turning the pages stopped.Just when the cameraman wanted to ask why he didn't continue to search, the guard said:

"Oh, I'm looking for the dean. Go all the way in and find the one with the sign on the door."

"Dean?" The cameraman muttered suspiciously, and then said, "Excuse me...do you want to register?"

"Let's write here." A notebook was handed out from the window.

What the photographer saw was the outstretched hand.

It was bright and dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but the hand looked stiff and bloodless, not like a living person's hand.When the hand was retracted, the fingers were not bent, and the nails seemed to be black and bloodless.

Holding a pen and paper, the photographer asked the guard, "It's a bit dark...can you turn on the light?"

The doorman didn't make a sound, but immediately the light at the door came on.The doorman sat upright behind the table. He was a middle-aged man wearing a half-sleeved shirt. His exposed limbs looked strong and powerful, but they didn't seem to have any color.

The man's face was pale, and his mouth seemed to be painted with dark lipstick, which looked blue and black.He said blankly:

"Hurry up and write, it will be dawn."

The photographer quickly said "Oh" and picked up the pen.While writing, I was a little confused. Is there any relationship between "write quickly" and "it will be dawn"?

Feng Quan was lying in the warm blanket when Liang Xingcheng called him just now.

"It's all for the viewability of the show. They say it's a surprise... I watch those variety shows like this. I agreed. I, Shang Yang, and the dean were all in the car. They went to call You and Lan Xiang."

Feng Quan closed his eyes, "We are participating in the program as Taoist priests...you just let them come to your house to call for help?"

"Hey, it's all for making a living. Who doesn't have a part-time job these days? It's so inconvenient to live in a Taoist temple. Everyone must understand, understand."

Feng Quan snorted, "Even if it's a part-time job, don't all Taoist priests practice purely, and I'm lying at home, do I look like a Taoist priest?"

"We are modern now, Taoist priests are not ascetic monks. Once you put on the Taoist robe, who can say that you don't look like a Taoist priest? ——Hey, yes, you hurry up, the program team is coming to your door, you hurry up and hold a real portrait Come out, kneel down and recite scriptures, let them open the door to have a look, yo, practice at home and take morning classes every day! What a serious Taoist priest!"

Feng Quan sighed, for the sake of the Taoist temple's face, he could only crawl out of the warm blanket, moved a futon to the bed, and fell asleep meditating.

And the program team rang the doorbell of Fengquan Villa.

Feng Quan quickly sat up straight, and said in a deep voice, "Please come in."

The door opened automatically, and the cameraman was slightly startled. Thinking that it should be intelligently controlled, he walked in with a sigh of relief, looked around, and saw that the bedroom door also opened automatically.

A young man with a handsome appearance was wearing white pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his eyes closed, his expression somewhat solemn, and he was meditating.The photographer who came in didn't know why, but couldn't help but take his steps lightly, and didn't bother him.

Feng Quan quickly opened his eyes, saw the people in the room, and said softly:

"Are you going?"

The photographer nodded: "That... Taoist Feng Quan?"

Feng Quan nodded, "Yes."

The photographer laughed and said, "The Taoist priest looks really young."

During the whole process of cleaning up, Feng Quan behaved like a lack of emotion and desire, not good at talking, quite like everyone else.Before leaving, the photographer looked curiously at the two big bags that Feng Quan packed up:

"Fengquan Daoist, I don't know what you brought with you? Could it be something that you want to show the audience on the show... used by Taoist priests for cultivation?"

Feng Quan shook his head, then unzipped his schoolbag.

The camera immediately captured the contents of the bag, which were full of pages.The cameraman hesitated, "These...are they talisman paper?"

Feng Quan replied, "No, it's the test paper."

Cameraman: "Ah...ah?"

Feng Quan nodded with certainty, thought for a while, and added: "There are still textbooks and materials. My studies are tight, sorry."

The cameraman sneered and said, "Ha, forgive me. Forgive me..."

He thought to himself, the amateur Taoist leader of this episode... looks very interesting?

Longbei is remote, because of the high altitude and continuous mountains, so the development is not very complete.There are still many places that modern technology cannot enter. For example, there is a mountain range that belongs to the Feng family. They are located in the uninhabited mountains and live in seclusion.

Anfeng in Longbei is a small county with an underdeveloped economy near the mountains.

The group first arrived in Longbei by plane, then transferred to a bus, and finally arrived at their destination after going around several times.