It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Liang Xingcheng and the others sat in another car and met Fengquan at the homestay that had been booked long ago.After getting out of the car, the program team introduced:

"We are a team of amateurs. A few teachers will come over later. You can familiarize yourself with the environment around here first. There is an old Taoist temple that hasn't been demolished yet. Your home court is over there."

Feng Quan nodded, "When will it start? Let's make some preparations."

"Let's take a rest today, and the others will come over one after another. Shooting will start tomorrow morning."

Liang Xingcheng carried several bags of clothes and distributed them to Feng Quan and Lan Xiang.Feng Quan opened it and took a look. There were several simple blue Taoist robes and simple wooden hairpins for binding hair.Feng Quan measured it against his own head, then handed it to Lan Xiang.

Lan Xiang waved his hand, "I don't want it either."

Feng Quan looked over, only to find that Lan Xiang's long hair had disappeared, leaving only the ragged cropped hair that was bitten by a dog.Before he was wearing a hat, Feng Quan hadn't noticed it yet, seeing him take off his hat now, he couldn't help laughing and said:

"What's wrong with your hair?"

Lan Xiang had a bitter face, "My dad knew that I was going to represent our Taoist temple on TV, so he secretly cut my hair while I was sleeping! Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would have to shave my head."

At this time, Shang Yang walked past Lan Xiang, turned back, and walked over again.Lan Xiang touched his head and was sad. He noticed Shang Yang and asked:

"Little brother, what are you doing?"

Shang Yang stroked his little cockscomb hairstyle proudly, "Look, my new hairstyle!"

Lan Xiang looked at Feng Quan strangely when he saw how fondly he loved her hair.Feng Quan shrugged innocently.

Feng Quan knelt down, patted Shang Yang on the shoulder, and whispered, "I'll take you to find the treasure after the filming is over."

Shang Yang's eyes lit up when he heard the words, "Okay!" After being excited for a while, he asked again: "Isn't everyone celebrating the New Year? It's time to go home after filming the show."

The phone in his pocket buzzed twice, Feng Quan took it out and looked at it, then shrugged, "Look, there's no need for New Year's Eve."

Shang Yang leaned over to look, and there was a message on the screen of the mobile phone, and the person whose note was "Mom" sent a text message:

"I'll be busy here for another month. I won't be able to go back during the Chinese New Year. You can buy some delicious food yourself."

Then 2 yuan was transferred.

Feng Quan put away his phone, "No need to celebrate the New Year, I'll take you to play."

In the evening, other amateurs invited by the program group also arrived.Except for Chang Yiguan's group of people who were dressed poorly in Taoist robes, the rest of them looked colorful.The one who arrived earlier was a middle-aged man in casual clothes, with a fair appearance, and he looked like a rich old man.He is a representative of an amateur entrepreneur. Feng Quan knew from Lan Xiang's gossip that this is the CEO of a small company who is about to retire, and he took the opportunity of going out to play to advertise for his company.

"It seems to be engaged in tourism development." Lan Xiang said, "The company is not very famous, but compared with a long-term view, its assets are already dozens of times or hundreds of times."

And then a man and a woman.A beautifully dressed girl with heavy makeup, boots, and a miniskirt with her thighs exposed in the cold weather made Feng Quan shiver when she saw it; The anchor is Andy.

"This is a very popular female anchor. During this period of time, she was broadcasting live with that male group partner. I also followed her live broadcast room, but after watching her remove makeup, she is not as good-looking as me. I wasted time entering her live broadcast room I might as well look in the mirror myself, so I stopped paying attention.”

The long-view room is on the second floor.There are no formal hotels here, and the small B&B has only a few rooms on the first floor, which is just right for a program group to cover the B&B.The second floor saw the people coming in through the railing, and the photographer was looking for a place to put the camera.

Lan Xiang pays more attention to these matters in the entertainment industry than Feng Quan, and now he can't help but introduce to him:

"Be careful when you go down later, the camera is there. Although it's not a live broadcast, it will definitely record a bit, and it will be cut out later for use, or as a sideshow material. Don't pick your nose or something in front of the camera. ..."

"The temple master didn't come?" Feng Quan asked Lan Xiang.

"No, it's just a variety show. If even the viewers are involved, it would seem that there are no people in our Taoist temple, right?"

Feng Quan said: "There are only one or two amateurs in other professions, and we just watched four. I don't know if the program team will lose money in the end."

"The program team is also helpless. Uncle Liang said that the two of us are the servants of Qingfengmingyue, the old man sits as the uncle, and the little brother Shangyang is a boy who spreads wealth. Both are indispensable... Fortunately, he didn't say these things when he said these words. If it is recorded, otherwise it will be broadcast and let professional Taoist priests see it, and you will die of laughter."

Feng Quan nodded, and said again: "There is still one who hasn't come."

Even at dinner time, the last amateur guest still hadn't arrived.On the contrary, there was a carload of entertainers and guests, who hurriedly brought along a group of assistants, went straight up to the top floor to clean up the room, and did not come down for dinner.

"Big names, right? Those four are all artists from the same company, and they're not very popular. Participating in a small variety show will take care of them well. Yunfeng's artists are treated so well."

"Yunfeng?" Feng Quan asked curiously.He felt that the name was a little familiar, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere.

"Yunfeng, an entertainment company, is very powerful and has cultivated many famous artists."

Facing the camera at dinner, Lan Xiang was in tears, and ate only vegetarian dishes with a gesture, which was simply tasteless.

Although Feng Quan has let himself go a bit after being reborn into this body, he has never forgotten the series of etiquette he learned in Feng's family since he was a child, so he simply sits and eats a meal, and there is a sense of unrestrained and unrestrained in his movements. It seems that it is not picking up vegetables, but sticking to the chopsticks and splashing ink.

The eyes of the surrounding staff looking at the Taoist priests at this table suddenly changed, and Feng Quan heard someone chatting in a low voice:

"Our program team invited these Taoist priests, who seem to be masters. Shall we find an opportunity to ask them to do a fortune telling?"

"Maybe it's just a bluff. Now that there are real masters, can we invite them for a variety show?"

"What if, look at that handsome Taoist priest, with a cold and cheerless demeanor, who even eats with no desire to eat. It can be seen that he has practiced for many years and has a profound skill. Or he sucks wind, drinks dew and does not eat grains, Otherwise, why is the skin so good and looks so young? It must have been rejuvenated by cultivation."

Feng Quan: "..."

To disappoint you, I'm just that young, I'm only 19 years old.

Lan Xiang was closer to the people who were laughing and discussing over there. Hearing a conversation, he thought it was about himself, and touched his face narcissistically.Then muttered:

"No, if you don't eat grains and drink dew, then what am I eating in my mouth now? Shit?"

Feng Quan: "...cough, cough."

A staff member handed over a tissue, Feng Quan thanked him and took it.The staff took the opportunity to chat:

"That... Daoist, are you not used to these dishes? The taste here is a little bit spicy. If you are not used to it, you can make it again. Anyway, they are all side dishes."

Feng Quan smiled, "No need, thank you. I am used to eating, and practitioners don't pay attention to appetite."

The staff looked admiringly, "Then... what do Taoists usually eat?"

"Most of the time..." Feng Quan thought for a while, "It's instant noodles."

Staff: "Ah...ah?"

Feng Quan nodded, "Instant noodles."

The staff member had a dazed expression: "...Instant noodles? Oh, what a coincidence, I also often eat instant noodles, and the Taoist priest is still very down-to-earth, ha."

Feng Quan looked at the staff's forehead, but suddenly frowned slightly, put his hands in his sleeves and pinched his fingers to calculate.

Only Feng Quan and Lan Xiang came down to eat, as well as some staff members, and the dishes of the rest of the guests were brought to the room.As soon as the two finished eating, a staff member rushed in and said:

"Mr. Yu is here!"

"Are you there? Where's the car? Why isn't it behind you?"

"Mr. Yu...I didn't feel well halfway and went to the hospital. Do we have any extra manpower? Come with me to see."

"This..." The staff looked around the room with some embarrassment. "The director and the others are not here..."

"Let me go and have a look." Feng Quan stood up, walked to the staff, and said:

"I don't know if it's convenient? I'll go to see Mr. Yu, and I can ask the cameraman to follow, so that shooting on both sides is not a waste of time."

The staff could only say: "Then... that's fine, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Feng Quan nodded, "No trouble."

It was already night, and the distance to the hospital was not close, and the time to go back and forth was too long; in addition, Mr. Yu's condition was not yet known, so it was a bit difficult to deal with.The staff arranged a car for the cameraman and Feng Quan, and the group rushed to the hospital in the small town. The driver who originally picked up Mr. Yu said:

"I'm supposed to live there tonight, and then it depends on the situation. If Mr. Yu is okay, we will shoot like this tomorrow. If it doesn't work, we can only shoot separately—fortunately, this... Taoist priest surnamed Feng came over."

Feng Quan smiled lightly and said, "I can't help you much. Can you tell me about Mr. Yu?"

The driver said: "If you want to say that this is Mr. Yu, that's amazing. As for how amazing, I can't say yet. Let the guests find out for themselves, whether they can recognize him. ——The program team didn't even dare to think that they would be able to invite Mr. Yu, he is very good in his research field, but he has been in poor health, unexpectedly he really agreed to our program invitation."

Feng Quan nodded, thinking that Mr. Yu is the most famous one in this show.

"Is he suddenly unwell?"

"Mr. Yu is not in good health because of liver cirrhosis, but fortunately, it is in the early stage." The driver said, "Then, on the way to pick him up, Mr. Yu drank a bottle of wine."

The hospital arrived soon, and as soon as I arrived at the corridor of Mr. Yu's ward, I heard people shouting.

Pushing open the door and entering, one could see an elderly man with white beard and hair in the center, with a dazed expression, as if he was drunk, half leaning against the head of the bed.