Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 36
"Fuck!"

The sudden scream almost shattered Paparazzi King's eardrums, and he hurriedly pulled out the headset and kneaded his ears vigorously due to the pain.

At this time, an old woman with gray hair and wrinkled face ran out staggeringly from the Taoist temple.

The old woman looked like a madman, yelling and grabbing two bloody white hairs with a frightened face, she suddenly found the paparazzi king in the crowd, and immediately jumped on it screaming.

"It's you, it's you, it's you who made me like this."

The old woman's voice was hoarse and shrill, as if she was a life-threatening ghost crawling up from hell, tearing the paparazzi king desperately.

The paparazzi king struggled desperately and backed away in fright.

"You, who are you, are you, who are you?"

The old woman glared at the paparazzi king with great resentment, and shouted: "You, you don't know me? Who said I was your sweetie last night?"

"Ah? Tell me, who told me to buy a BMW for me?"

"Ah? Tell me, who said you'd buy me a donkey brand bag?"

The paparazzi king widened his eyes, looked at the old woman in disbelief, and exclaimed: "You, what are you talking about, who are you, Jinlian? Are you Jinlian???"

"No, no, no, it's impossible, Jinlian just went in, how could it be you?"

"You guys, what are you doing in a daze, take this old woman away quickly, take away!"

The paparazzi king was hysterical. The old woman's clothes, tone, and demeanor were exactly the same as Jinlian's, and even the skin tattoo on the folds on her neck was exactly the same.

But it was obvious that Jinlian had just entered, and it was only a few minutes after the call, so why, why did she become like this?

Just when he couldn't figure it out, several other female companions ran out screaming and screaming one after another.

All the little faces turned pale with fright, and the crying pear flower was quite miserable in the rain, and ran all the way down the mountain.

Paparazzi Wang and his party were completely stunned.

What's going on here?
Is it the hell?
It shouldn't be, this path doesn't look like a haunted place?

No, this old woman is clearly a ghost.

Otherwise how to explain this scene?
"Go, go and take this old lady... Jin Lian, um, Jin Lian to the hospital."

Frightened, the strong boys looked at Jin Lian, who had gradually turned from madness to contemplation, and braved up to lift her up, and carried her down the mountain one after the other.

"Brother Dog, what should we do now? Or let's go too."

"Fart, if you want to go, go!"

"okay!"

The man ran away as expected, throwing all the camera equipment on the ground and not caring about it.

The paparazzi king was furious: "Whoever still wants to leave, if you want to leave, get out of here."

"Ok!"

"goodbye!"

"Crap!"

In the blink of an eye, another wave of people escaped.

This ghost Taoist temple strikes people with lightning for a while, and turns a beautiful woman into an old lady for a while. Who can bear this thing?
Why don't you run and stay and die?

"Okay, good, good, good, good, those who leave don't get a penny, and the rest get three times the bonus, is there anyone else?"

The Paparazzi King laughed back angrily, pointed at the rest of the people and shouted angrily.

These people were taken aback when they heard the words. To be honest, although they also felt panicked, money still defeated their fear.

"Come on, come in with me, there are so many of us, are you afraid that he won't succeed?"

Paparazzi Wang let out a long breath and shouted: "Turn on the cameras for me and record the whole process. I want to see whether the worshipers in this Taoist temple are gods or ghosts!"

A group of people carried their "long guns and short cannons" and followed the paparazzi king tremblingly into Qingyun Temple.

"Why are you here again?"

Jiang Xiaoliu saw the scene just now clearly.

The Lingguan Zhenshen didn't accept the incense of such women at all, but lowered the punishment effect and stood up. Judging by the intensity of the divine light, it was estimated that it had lasted for at least three months.

That is to say, in the past three months, that Jinlian will experience the pain of old age and fading, as well as the torment of enormous psychological pressure day and night.

Unless Jin Lian sincerely repents and does more good deeds, then even if she doesn't come to pray for the forgiveness of the Lingguan God, she can recover as before.

So life or death depends on Jinlian's attitude.

"Of course we come to offer incense, 300 sticks of incense, right? There are exactly 12 of us, and each person has three sticks of incense. I'll scan the QR code."

"Ding, the payment was successful."

Paparazzi Wang Yi pointed to the crowd behind him and said: "We want to take a picture, please allow the priest."

"There is nothing wrong with it, a few laymen, please go ahead."

Buddhists do not allow photography of Buddha statues. Firstly, flashlights will damage the dyes on Buddha statues, walls, murals, etc. European and American museums and ancient buildings do not allow flashlights. This is also a measure to protect cultural relics; respect for Buddha.

But Jiang Xiaoliu's original purpose was to revitalize the Daoist sect, and the god statues also had real spirits resident there, so he was naturally not afraid of the harm of mere flashing lights.

The paparazzi king took the three sticks of incense, glanced at the majestic statue of the spirit official, and said anxiously: "I, I believe in the God of Wealth, and I want to offer incense to the God of Wealth."

"I'm an internet writer, and I want to change it too. I want to offer incense to Emperor Wenchang."

Jiang Xiaoliu pointed to the northeast direction, and said in a low voice: "Xuanzhen, come and take two lay monks to the Temple of the God of Wealth and the Hall of Wenchang to offer incense."

Amidst the astonished eyes of a group of little Karimi, a 1.9-meter tall man with a figure like a tank stepped out.

It was Xuanzhen.

"Who is it? With Lao Tzu...cough cough, please follow the poor way."

Xuanzhen has only been here for a few days, and he still can't adapt to his status as a Taoist priest for a while.

Paparazzi King and other paparazzi who believed in the God of Wealth and Emperor Wenchang cautiously followed Xuanzhen, suddenly feeling inexplicably about to go to the execution ground and be shot.

"How about you laymen? Which god do you want to worship?"

Someone said: "I, I'm not in good health, I want to go to the Palace of the Medicine King to offer incense to Sun Simiao."

Some people silently thought: "My mistress must have a child, I will go to the Empress Palace so that she will not be able to have children in this life."

"I, I'm going to the Empress Hall."

Jiang Xiaoliu beckoned: "Xuanyang, go, take a few laymen there."

At the corner, a young Taoist priest who was carved in powder and jade, just like the person in the painting, walked out.

"Please!"

Xuan Yang didn't say much, and left with a few people.

"There are still a few lay monks, how about you?"

There are still four or five people who don't know where to go, standing there looking at each other.

"Uh, can I ask, besides the one they picked just now, which other gods can be enshrined?"

Jiang Xiaoliu said with a smile: "There is also the main shrine, and the Sanqing hall behind it!"

"Samcheong?"

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

Sanqing is the Three Saints of Taoism, regardless of whether you believe in Taoism or not, whoever native Chinese would dare to show disrespect in front of the ancestor of Sanqing and plot to harm others?
"Then, let's go to the main temple."

"That's right, it's the main temple!"

"May I ask which great god is enshrined in the main temple?"

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled mysteriously: "Just follow me and find out."

The huge main hall is full of aura and bursts of rays of light. Naturally, ordinary mortals cannot see these supernatural beings, but they can also feel the solemn and solemn atmosphere in the hall and the harmonious state of mind that makes people relax physically and mentally, yearning for the light.

"Huh? I said long, is your main temple dedicated to calligraphy and painting?"

"That's right, Zuo Tian, ​​You Di, why are there only two words on the god seat?"

"Heaven and earth? I remembered that the ancestor of the earth immortal, Zhenyuan Daxian, also enshrined the heaven and the earth, and the Sanqing didn't even enshrine it."

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled and said nothing.

In fact, he can't help it.

Generally speaking, the main shrine is dedicated to the gods believed by the local people.

But he is in Mangshan. Mangshan believes in ghosts and gods more, so how can there be any local gods?

Is it possible to put the original Rakshasa statue on it?

I'm afraid it's a sage of the Sanqing, and the gods won't beat him to death right away.

So Jiang Xiaoliu thought about it, since he was in Mang Mountain, he should invite a mountain god.

The statue of the mountain god that was invited back couldn't be carried into the gate of the Taoist temple. Jiang Xiaoliu used his magic power to prepare to go in, but he never expected that the statue of the mountain god exploded on the spot for no reason.

Later, I went to invite the statue of the land god, and it was also blown up all over the ground.

Since then, he gave up completely, and under the prompt of the system, he spent a lot of money to buy two characters from the system, one is the sky, and the other is the earth.

According to the system, the person who wrote the pen has a lot of background, let him worship it well, and don't neglect it.

Strange to say, the word "heaven and earth" was hung on the god's seat safely and soundly, and the other gods and spirits had no objection, and they tacitly agreed that there was nothing wrong with enshrining "heaven and earth" in the main temple.

Jiang Xiaoliu was also amazed.

At the same time, I was worried, how would I explain this if my colleagues saw it?

Zhenyuan Daxian, the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, enshrines the heaven and the earth. You are a mere yellow-level microcosm, how dare you enshrine the heaven and the earth?
Do you think this is Wuzhuang Temple?
"Daoist, Daoist, how do you want us to worship?"

"It's not a joke, we ordinary people, what is it to pay homage to heaven and earth?"

"Yes, offer incense and make a wish, can heaven and earth agree with us?"

Jiang Xiaoliu forcefully explained: "Everything is born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky."

"Laymen worship the sky and respect the earth. They must respect the incense sincerely and must not have the slightest evil thoughts. Otherwise, the burden is too heavy for the laymen to bear."

"Gudong!"

Jiang Xiaoliu's voice echoed in the solemn hall, and several people felt uneasy and swallowed unconsciously.

"No, can't you please?"

"Okay, no refund."

Several people looked at each other again, but he came with a mission, how could he find fault if he didn't ask for a while?

"Then, let's worship."

An elder sister bowed her head and said silently in her heart: "Heaven and earth are above, I, I beg, what do you beg for? Forget it, I have no desires or desires, and I will offer incense to you as if I have nothing to do."

The eldest sister stood up suddenly: "I'm done, it's your turn."

(End of this chapter)