Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 90
  08:45, Maoshan Taoist Temple, tea room.

Wang Zhiyuan and Xu Qiuyang complained to each other about the difficulties of adhering to traditional culture.

"The medicine shop can barely make ends meet, and the Taoist temple has not seen any pilgrims come to the door for a week."

Xu Qiuyang shook his head: "That's wrong. Although there are people treating patients in the drugstore every now and then, there are no successors. You can't recruit disciples even with your own money. Unlike the Taoist temple, the few disciples are all well-known people, which is really enviable. .”

"It's a good thing that some people are willing to learn, but if there are no pilgrims, I'm afraid it will be unsustainable. Once this ritual is stopped, this month's income may not be enough to cover the management fees."

"You are still worried about money. If you have any problems, go directly to your granddaughter. An intermediate spiritual master must have a lot of salary every month, right?"

"This is my own business, how can I trouble Yuran?"

"You, you want to save face and suffer the consequences. If it were others, they would have closed their doors and walked the streets, so you wouldn't have to worry about it."

"Isn't it the same for you? The money you have saved over the years is not enough for your retirement? Why don't you close the medicine shop and come to my place to become a Taoist priest?"

"Oh, it's all the same."

While the two were sighing, Su Heng walked in and said lightly: "Master, someone wants to buy a statue."

"what?"

Buy an idol?
  If Wang Zhiyuan remembered correctly, the last person who wanted to buy a statue was a woman.

The woman said that her son wanted a figure of Guan Yu, but the price on the market was too expensive, so she came to see if there was anything cheaper.

Finally, he bought a wood carving and returned it the next day because his son wanted a figure of Guan Yu from "One Rider Counts a Thousand".

Wang Zhiyuan curiously searched the Internet for "One Rider is Worth a Thousand". His beard almost became angry and he kicked the woman out of the Taoist temple on the spot.

Even so, this was twenty years ago.

Does anyone still buy idols now?

While thinking, Wang Zhiyuan followed Su Heng to the Taiyuan Palace. The moment he saw the buyer, he understood.

The relationship was with the little girl I met that day. I guess I bought the statue to get closer to Su Heng, right?

"Master, what he wants to buy is this earth god statue. The disciple just consecrated it yesterday. I don't know how much it should cost?"

Wang Zhiyuan remembered that Su Heng strictly followed the process of consecration and contained five kinds of metals. Based on the value of these metals alone, it would not be possible to make back the money without selling it for 3,000 yuan.

Xia Xiaoling saw Wang Zhiyuan making three hand gestures and nodded: "Okay, the deal is done for 300,000 yuan."

"Is three hundred thousand a bit too much?"

Hearing the price, Su Heng hesitated. Although he knew that the value of the statue itself far exceeded this figure, would it be too stressful to think that Xia Xiaoling hadn't gone to work yet?
  "I still think it's too little!"

Xia Xiaoling has realized that these things can resist the invasion of evil spirits, so she will accept even three million, not to mention three hundred thousand.

They are all priceless treasures!

"In that case..."

"Wait a minute!" Wang Zhiyuan couldn't help but interrupt, "Three hundred thousand is too much! Three thousand yuan, just three thousand yuan!"

"How about three thousand yuan!" Xia Xiaoling immediately retorted, "If it's less than three hundred thousand yuan, we won't discuss it."

"Five thousand, no more!"

"Two hundred thousand, no more!"

"Girl, you are still young. Emotional matters cannot be solved by spending money. Ten thousand, please don't disrupt the market order."

"Today we will only talk about business, not feelings. Fifteen thousand, this is my bottom line, and I hope the master will fulfill it."

In the end, with Su Heng's mediation, the land statue was sold for 120,000 yuan.

"Master, I'll transfer you 70,000 yuan. The rest will be considered as my hard work fee."

The reason why he sold the statue to Xia Xiaoling was to cover the production costs. He couldn't pay for it out of his own pocket every time and give things to others for free. That would be too stupid. In addition, the recent expenses have been a bit high, and we really need to restore blood.

On the other hand, considering that the incense supply in Taoist temples was in decline and many places were old and damaged and there was no money to repair them, after he moved in, Wang Zhiyuan donated a lot of money to improve the food. He tried to pay more money many times but was declined, so he just borrowed this Opportunity to help the Taoist temple and repay Master for his care over the past few days.

"Okay, you go back first. Remember to enshrine the statue in the living room as I said and burn incense often."

"Okay!" Xia Xiaoling nodded seriously, and left the Taoist temple with satisfaction holding the shrine covered with golden talismans.

"Master, if I have nothing else to do, I will go back to my room to rest." After Su Heng left, Wang Zhiyuan returned to the tea room as if he was in a dream.

"What, didn't it sell?"

"Sold."

"Oh, how much did it sell for?"

"One hundred twenty thousand."

"How many!"

Su Heng didn't know that this was the most incense money he had received since Wang Zhiyuan took over Maoshan Taoist Temple.

After solving the matter of the statue, Su Heng no longer had time to care about anything else. He went to the dormitory, took three sticks of incense, devoted himself to the practice of "Gu Yi Xin Dharma", and began to attack the fifth level.

Time passes minute by minute, and today seems to be no different from yesterday.

17:36, Bibo Village.

Chen Ji climbed up to the sentry tower and handed Wang Yuran a cup of herbal tea:
  "The weather is hot and muggy, drink some tea."

Wang Yuran took the tea and looked into the distance. The remaining blood of the setting sun dyed the mountains and rice fields red.

"It looks good. When I came here last time, the rice seedlings hadn't grown that high yet."

Chen Ji lamented that the only benefit of coming to the outer city to stand guard was to enjoy the natural scenery.

Since Ouyang Hai was admitted to the ICU, Wei Zonglin has carried out drastic reforms in the seance. He has redistributed the areas responsible for all seance masters, and asked everyone to take turns to station in the outer city for duty.

Considering that this is a special period for food production, many intermediate spiritual masters have also been deployed to garrison in the outer city.

Wang Yuran took a sip of tea and replied calmly: "I don't care about the scenery. I'm thinking about how to deal with the enemy hiding in the mountains?"

Chen Ji's mouth twitched:
  "Young man, don't say unlucky words casually."

"You still believe this..."

Before Wang Yuran could finish his words, a gust of cool wind suddenly came from the mountain, sending chills down Chen Ji's spine.

Dusk has arrived, and people in District 11 are accustomed to calling this time period the time of encountering demons. It is also called the time when ghosts and gods are most likely to appear, and it is also the time when humans and ghosts can appear at the same time.

Chen Ji looked towards the top of the mountains, where the blood-red sun was slowly sinking.

As the sun disappeared little by little, the trees began to sway left and right, and a burst of dust kicked up on the mountainside, spreading towards the foot of the mountain at an extremely fast speed, mixed with the sound of thousands of troops galloping and roaring, heading straight for the village.

"No way!"

If he could turn back time, Chen Ji vowed to stop Wang Yuran's mouth.

The enemy is really coming!

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

The sharp, ear-piercing, and rapid sirens resounded throughout District 9!
  Ten minutes later, the streets were blocked by cars. Horns, shouts, and cries filled the streets with panic, forcing the crowd to rush toward the inner city.

On June 6, at 22:17, the evil spirit launched a second attack on the outer city. The scale of the attack was unprecedented, covering almost the entire outer city.

The sun sets in the west,

The long night has finally arrived.

……

At this moment.

Maoshan Taoist Temple.

Nianfang.

Su Heng followed the sound of the avenue and came to the place shrouded in clouds and mist.

This time he faced east and sat cross-legged.

See the horizon,
  There is a golden sun rising slowly.

(End of this chapter)