Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 29 First visit to Bailong Temple

"Xiangu, we have something to talk about."

Zhu Yougui broke into a cold sweat on the spot: "Daochang Zhao is too old to be beaten."

I can't bear it in my dream. If Taoist Master Zhao's ancestors come up and beat him up like his father, the Taoist Master's old arms and legs can be folded directly in the dream.

Jiang Fuyuan:?

"Why did I beat him? I wanted to ask him some questions."

For example, how can one hexagram collect a hundred taels of silver.

Zhu Yougui wiped his sweat and said, "Haha, I misunderstood...please enlighten me, please enlighten me...let's have a good talk with him and see if we can get him to agree to build the Fuyuan Immortal Temple."

When a group of people came to Bailong Temple, they were rejected.

The little Taoist boy stopped in front of the mountain gate with a whisk in his hand and a stern face.

"Everyone, please go back. Master is expounding the scriptures for Shanfushou, so there is no time to spare."

Zhu Yougui said in a good voice: "Little Taoist Priest, we came to Taoist Priest Zhao specifically to discuss something important. Can you please accommodate us?"

The little Taoist boy said without raising his eyelids: "If you want to meet the master, go to the Incense Hall to form a good relationship. When you have a good relationship, someone will naturally call you."

[Meaning that you can’t see people without giving money? 】

Ah Si looked at the little Taoist boy and said, "The little doll looks very cute, but why does he talk so annoyingly? Do you know who we are?"

"You have to be lucky enough to meet anyone."

After saying that, the little Taoist boy flicked the whisk and was about to close the door.

"Hey, I have such a bad temper." Ah Si had never been treated so disrespectfully before. He was so angry that he stretched out his foot to block the door. "My child, my eldest son is Mr. Zhu, the doctor of Hong Zexiang. Why don't you inform me immediately!"

It was also the first time for Xiao Daotong to encounter such a tough guy.

I pushed hard with my little hands, but the door wouldn't close.

He blushed and shouted: "You are so rude! The ancestor of Sanqing will never forgive you!"

"Tsk." Jiang Fuyuan couldn't hold back her laughter, "You will be forgiven for making money through the names of the three Heavenly Lords?"

Pioneer Xiaopang floated back from the Taoist temple and asked about the military situation.

"Master, Zhao Fist is alone in Sanqing Hall."

It seems that the little Taoist boy lied, and his sermons for pilgrims were just an excuse to coax people to donate money for incense.

Jiang Fuyuan walked up to the little Taoist boy, half-smiling but not smiling: "Isn't your master bored alone in the Sanqing Hall? It just so happens that we go to chat with him."

"how do you know……"

Realizing that he had let slip, the little Taoist glared at her, turned around and ran towards Sanqing Hall.

No one stopped the door, so the group followed him and walked towards Sanqing Hall.

There was no one along the way, and the autumn wind blew the yellow leaves that had fallen to the ground, making a rustling sound on the stone slabs, making the entire Taoist temple seem unusually empty.

The white-bearded old Taoist stood in front of the hall, as if he had been waiting for them.

The little Taoist boy shouted "Master" and quickly ran to the old Taoist to complain: "I won't let them in, but they insist on entering!"

The old Taoist didn't make a sound, he just pulled the Taoist boy behind him and stood with his hands behind his back. His green Taoist robe was swinging in the autumn wind, which gave him a somewhat immortal air.

Zhu Yougui walked in front of several people, bowed his hands to the old Taoist and said, "Guanzhu Zhao, I am Zhu Yougui, the doctor of Hongze Township. I came here today because I have something I want to discuss with you."

The old Taoist still didn't speak, and his cloudy old eyes slowly glanced at the few people.

Little Fatty twisted his body and quietly approached Jiang Fuyuan until he hid his whole body behind his master's back.

It whispered: "Master, he feels so strange...I don't feel well."

Not only Xiaopang, Jiang Fuyuan also felt a very uncomfortable feeling.

The old Taoist's gaze was like a cold and sticky worm, making people's scalp numb.

[He is different from before. 】

When she was at the Wei family, she was very sure that all the Taoist priests on the altar were only superficial, and none of them could fight.

But now the old Tao seems to have changed, and there is an inexplicable power flowing in his body.

[Did he also gain the power of faith? 】 Seeing that the old Taoist did not reply, Zhu Yougui said again: "Guanzhu Zhao, your Bailong Temple is indeed the largest temple in Hongze Township, but this time the villagers spontaneously requested to build the Fuyuan Immortal Temple. Can you..."

"A crooked way."

A hoarse voice interrupted him.

"What Fu Yuan Immortal, there is no such person in Taoism. If any lonely ghost can build a temple and form a statue, Sanqing Tianzun will definitely blame us."

"Master, he scolded us!" Little Fatty poked his head out and protested in a low voice, "No matter what, he dares to scold Immortal Fu Yuan!"

After living together with Jiang Fuyuan during this period of time, he had already imagined a complete story about the immortal Lord descending to earth to survive the tribulation.

To scold Immortal Fuyuan is to scold his master, and to scold his master is to scold him for being fat.

If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat the old man in front of him, he would have scratched Zhao Fist's old face.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded. The old man's words were worse than farts.

"Who is the main god worshiped by your White Snake Temple?"

Jiang Fuyuan suddenly spoke, startling Zhu Yougui.

He was really afraid that Guanzhu Zhao would be so rude and the fairy girl couldn't help but start a fight with him.

According to his understanding of Fairy Girl, Jiang Fuyuan is by no means a soft persimmon who can be manipulated by others.

Zhao Quansheng frowned and said, "It's the White Dragon Temple. The master of my temple worships the God of Fortune and Righteousness."

The main gods enshrined in each Taoist temple are different. The main god of Bailong Temple is the Lord of the Earth.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded, walked up to Zhao Quansheng and said seriously: "In that case, why not let us compete."

Zhao Quansheng was a little stunned: "Compared to what?"

"Whose righteous god can solve the people's problems?" Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him sideways, "The Shun Kingdom does not raise idle gods. They eat the people's offerings, so of course they have to do things for the people."

Zhao Quansheng:......

A moment of silence.

Zhu Yougui didn't expect that Fairy Girl would put forward such an opinion, but after thinking about it, Jiang Fuyuan was right.

When people pray to God and worship Buddha, most of the time they are facing difficult problems and cannot solve them in life. When they cannot see the light, they place their hopes on illusory ghosts and gods.

He immediately clapped his hands and agreed: "I think this method is good. There is a strange thing happening in Jingcun, our Hongze Township, recently. Why don't you two compete with each other to see who can solve the problem in Jingcun."

"The god who can restore peace to Jingcun must be a good god who cares about the people."

When Zhao Quansheng was about to refuse, Zhu Yougui lowered his face and stared at him and said, "Does Taoist Zhao not want to help the people solve their problems?"

The reason why Bailong Temple is supported by the people of Hongze Township is because the people hope that one day they will encounter supernatural things and have someone to deal with them.

As the saying goes, it takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it takes only a moment to use it. If Bailongguan refuses this time, then whether the people of Hongze Township will continue to choose to support them is another matter.

Zhao Quansheng's old face turned red and white, changed several times before he gritted his teeth and said: "We are competing, but we have to report it to the Sanqing Tianzun and let the Tianzun bear witness for us."

"If you lose, don't mention the construction of the temple again." He said with a sinister look on his face, "Your family's belongings must also be given to our White Dragon Temple as an apology to the God of Fortune and Righteousness."

It was just a matter of not giving him a view, and he wanted other people's property. Zhu Yougui felt unhappy, and just as he was about to speak, a crisp "Okay" came into his ears.

It's Jiang Fuyuan.

She smiled and said: "I hope you White Snake Temple will keep your word."

Zhao Quansheng: "It's Bailong Temple!"

Waving his hand and ignoring his bulging veins, Jiang Fuyuan glanced at the bronze tripod in the courtyard.

"Immortal Fu Yuan has a good relationship with the ancestors of the Sanqing Dynasty, so there is no need to ask the three elders for instructions. Let's just ask Heavenly Dao for proof."

With God watching, she didn't believe that Zhao Fist would dare to go back on his word in the future.

[God, if this guy goes back on his word, you have to show him some color. 】

There was a faint thunder in the sky, which seemed to be responding to her.

　① Good fortune and longevity, a respectful title for pilgrims.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)