It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Standing beside the hospital bed was a young man who looked like an assistant. In front of the young man was a nurse. The nurse told him:

"We must let him quit drinking..."

Another nurse seemed to be preparing to give Mr. Yu an infusion, but Mr. Yu tightly guarded his hands and refused to let him.

Mr. Yu's tone was vigilant: "I'm not going to lose this! What are you calling? Why are you calling me so much water?"

The nurse persuaded: "This is..."

"This is it!" The young man who looked like an assistant rushed over, interrupted the nurse, and said to Mr.

"Erguotou!"

Mr. Yu glanced at the infusion bottle, "Erguotou?"

The assistant nodded with a worried expression.

Fortunately, the confused Mr. Yu seemed easy to fool. He glanced at the infusion bottle, sniffed it, and said with disgust:

"This wine is not authentic. For Erguotou, then..." He stretched out his arms and said reluctantly:

"Okay, lose."

The assistant returned to the previous nurse and said, "What did you say earlier? Quit drinking?"

Nurse: "...No, I didn't say anything."

Mr. Yu was very drunk, and fell asleep while smacking his lips while betting "Erguotou".The cameraman had already left the camera in the car, and at this moment he was only holding up a mobile phone, taking pictures of Mr. Yu's condition to the director.

Feng Quan stepped forward and introduced himself to the young man who looked like an assistant.

The young man laughed warmly: "Hello, Mr. Yu is also an amateur guest on this show. I am Mr. Yu's disciple. I am worried about his health, so I come here to take care of him—even though he won't let me." With a helpless expression on his face, "Fortunately, I followed, so I knew that Master would definitely not take care of me."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is a "disciple", not an assistant.

Fortunately, when Mr. Yu woke up the next morning, his physical condition recovered, and he went back to gather with the cameraman.

The guests at the homestay had already started recording, and the cameraman followed Feng Quan and Mr. Yu to film their return journey.

The young man named Guan Ying, who is said to be Mr. Yu's disciple and is now serving as Mr. Yu's assistant, this time in order to take good care of Mr. Yu, took the same car with Mr. Yu and stared at him all the way.Mr. Yu was so angry that he folded his arms and turned to look out the car window.

Feng Quan didn't take the initiative to talk to him either, the car was very quiet for a while, only the sound of the wind whistling outside the window, and the bumps of the car wheels driving on the not so smooth path.

Feng Quan turned his eyes inadvertently, and saw Mr. Yu looking out of the window, with some emotions that seemed to be nostalgic.

After looking out of the window for a long time, even the driver couldn't help but open his mouth to cheer up the atmosphere, Guan Ying suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Mr. Yu.

He narrowed his eyes, "Master, what are you doing?"

Mr. Yu said angrily: "What did I do? What did I do? You got up and drove over me."

Guan Ying looked down at Mr. Yu's waist. At some point, Mr. Yu sneaked his hand into a backpack he was carrying.Guan Ying reached out to take the bag, and took out a large water bottle from it under Mr. Yu's angry eyes.

Mr. Yu yelled: "Why, I just want to drink some water, and you still won't let me? You unfilial disciple, you also said that you want to follow me to take care of me, you just take care of me..."

Mr. Yu suddenly shut his mouth in embarrassment, because Guan Ying unscrewed the lid of Mr. Yu's thermos, and suddenly a strong smell of alcohol filled the entire space of the car.

Mr. Yu pretended that nothing happened just now, he turned his head nonchalantly and continued to look out of the window.

Guan Ying sighed and screwed on the lid of the cup, "Confiscated."

Mr. Yu hummed, but did not speak.

He is tough towards Mr. Yu, but when he turns to others, Guan Ying is just a shy young man:

"It's funny, my master can't keep his mouth shut. It's all my fault that I didn't take a car with Master last night and didn't keep an eye on him, otherwise I wouldn't have made a trip to the hospital."

The photographer carrying the camera worked hard to liven up the atmosphere: "It's right to care about Mr. Yu's body. It's not troublesome at all, and Mr. Yu's personality is...childlike and interesting, haha."

The atmosphere became much more active. While the car was driving, the quaint local scenery kept passing by the window, and the cameraman began to introduce:

"We are now in a small county town in Anfeng, Longbei. It is located at the foot of the Mausoleum. ——Feng Daochang, you look young, I wonder if you can take a look at the feng shui of this place?"

Feng Quan shrugged, "I look young, but it may also be because of my advanced cultivation and rejuvenation. So it is not certain whether I am really young or not."

The cameraman pretended to be surprised: "Is that true? Is it like how many Jiazi skills are described in the novel?"

Feng Quan laughed and said: "Just kidding. A cameraman brother told me before that the atmosphere should be active in the show. ——But I do know a little bit, it's just a compulsory course for ascetics."

The cameraman asked curiously, "Then what do you think of Feng Shui here?"

Feng Quan looked outside, "Is this called Lingshan?"

"Correct."

"The "Book of Burial" has a saying that Qi rides the wind and then disperses, and the boundary water stops. The ancients gathered it so that it would not disperse, and that it would stop when it walked, so it was called Fengshui. This is the origin of the word Fengshui. The mountain is surrounded by mountains and water Negative yin and facing yang; Tibetan wind gathers energy. At the same time, the Zhongming hall is deep, backed by the main mountain, and it is also an excellent location for yin acupoints. It is estimated that all dynasties and dynasties have chosen tombs here. The tomb is the same, so it is called Lingshan .”

After Feng Quan finished speaking, Guan Ying applauded and praised: "Feng Daoist is so young, he has read these difficult ancient books."

Feng Quan smiled.

He cared about the camera, and just said a few superficial words in a very rough way.What he didn't say is that although the Mausoleum Mountain is imposing and winding, the southeast Xunjiao is slightly sunken, so that the Qi veins are not full of vitality, the earth and rocks are moving essence, and the vegetation is not prosperous.Especially in the current winter, the grass is withered and the flesh is hard, which gives rise to evil spirits.

"Nongxiang is in the morning, the sun and the end are in the temple of heaven, and the earth is the pulse."

Southeast Xunjiao... Feng Quan had seen a detailed map before coming here.If he remembered correctly, there was a village there.

The village has been uninhabited for a long time, and it is inconvenient to develop because it is surrounded by mountains.Its previous name was Yugu Village.

And Mr. Yu stopped Feng Quan to say something, and turned to look at him.

Scanning his eyes: "You are up and down... a floor sweeping monk?"

Feng Quan said: "Taoist robe."

Mr. Yu nodded: "I thought it was because my hair wasn't shaved clean. Don't all Taoist priests wear braids?"

Feng Quan thinks Mr. Yu's personality is quite interesting. "A part-time Taoist priest without hair."

Mr. Yu was surprised: "Can Taoist priests still work part-time?"

Feng Quandao: "Purification is difficult, and Taoist priests also have to eat. Our Changyi Temple is a free Taoist temple that recruits talents from all over the world. The Nanxing Mountain where it is located has beautiful scenery and no rent. If Mr. Yu is interested, welcome to join us."

Mr. Yu: "...Ad placement?"

Feng Quan shrugged his shoulders, "I can't help it. I'm not very proficient in divination, feng shui, and ritual setting. I look young, and no one invites me to go. So I can only hope that our Taoist temple will become popular, and then I will find someone after graduation. If you don’t have a job, you can still be a tour guide for the southbound mountains.”

Guan Ying was very curious: "Then what are you good at?"

Feng Quan grinned, "Ghostbusters."

When they arrived at the hotel, the rest of the guests were having breakfast.When Lan Xiang saw Feng Quan coming back, he quickly waved to him.

Feng Quan walked over, "What's there?"

Lan Xiang sighed, "No meat. Let me say, a bowl of millet porridge and a stewed pig's trotter in the morning are the most comfortable!"

Feng Quan squinted at him, "Eating a pig's trotter, do you still want to be immortal?"

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly heard an excited voice:

"Master! You even came to the show, Master!"

Feng Quan heard the sound and looked over, and it was the anchor named Andy with the yellow hair who was calling him excitedly.Feng Quan was recognized and said calmly:

"Long time no see."

Andu Gu was excited for a while, and was pulled to sit down by his female anchor partner, and asked in a low voice.Lan Xiang also Wen Fengquan curiously:

"Where did you know him?"

Feng Quan said briefly: "When I went out for the National Day, I met you on the live broadcast."

Lan Xiang nodded, suddenly thought of something, and said: "Yes, colleagues are enemies. Tsk, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot that we have registered on the live broadcast platform. But the publicity effect is not very good, so we still have to think about it." How do you want to say it in the show to promote Taoism."

"Propaganda is secondary," Feng Quan said.He stuffed Lan Xiang with a folded talisman where no one else could see.

"Take it with you, don't follow strangers. Be safe."

Lan Xiang's eyes lit up immediately, and he stuffed the talisman paper into his arms, and said, "Hey, the talisman paper you drew are all good things, you are the only one in our Taoist temple with real talents, you have to show more in the show." It's good to be in the limelight. But I'm not a child, and there are human traffickers abducting me, I prefer the kind of moving little people like you, who can pass me things and run errands."

Feng Quan thought for a while, and agreed: "Yes. I'll study another kind of talisman to clean up housework."

In the interval of speaking, the first task of the program has come.

Amateur guests and artists gathered in the lobby of this homestay, and the director also arrived, and then began to introduce the amateur guests:

"This is Xin Wenyong, an entrepreneur who started tourism development at the age of 22 and owns a well-known tourism development company!"

"These two are well-known internet anchors with millions of fans, Manman and Andy!"

"These are the Daoists from Changyiguan, Liang Xingcheng, Fengquan, Lanxiang, and Shangyang Xiaodao."

Although Shang Yang's current hairstyle makes people can't bear to look directly at him, but he can't help looking cute, and after changing into a small Taoist robe, the little girl loves him even more.He puffed his cheeks and asked:

"Why are they Daoist leaders, and I'm going to be the little Daoist leader? I'm their senior brother!"

Two of the female artists couldn't help holding their faces together, "Master Xiaodao is so cute!"

Shang Yang turned his head angrily.

The director continued: "There is the last one——I can't talk about it. His identity is the topic of our first level."