Cyber Daming

Chongqing Prefecture, Beiyu Mountain Area.

The rain lingered from midnight to early morning. Although the momentum was gradually decreasing, it still lingered between the sky and the earth and refused to leave.

In the misty drizzle, a long line of believers meandered along the mountain.

The oil-paper umbrellas in people's hands are inlaid with colorful light strips, like a river of light converging on the square in front of Qixia Group.

Long flags fluttered and colorful flags danced. Flowers are decorated with brocade, and fire is cooking oil.

The projection device placed on the roof of the palace was turned on at full power, and various Taoist gods rose from the ground, showing off their majestic power in the wind and rain.

The most eye-catching one is the huge spiritual official projection in front of the main gate of the Suspension Group.

Wang Lingguan is wearing golden armor and red robes, green boots and wind belts, holding a spiritual seal in his left hand and a golden whip in his right hand. He has a beard and red hair, and his three divine eyes examine every believer who has gathered here.

In the center of the square, on the altar paved with yellow satin, there were already Taoist priests in green robes warming up in advance.

The recited scriptures are transmitted through carefully arranged speakers in the dark, as if they are falling from the sky, making people feel in awe.

The believers who started from their homes in the early morning and walked all the way from various districts of Chongqing Prefecture saw the solemn scene in front of them. They put away their umbrellas and stood in the rain with faces of joy.

Today is the birthday of Master Liu Zu Changsheng. This rain must be the sweet rain sprinkled by him. After being soaked in it, it will definitely relieve the pain and lubricate the mechanical body.

The positions closer to the altar have long been occupied by believers with richer fortunes and more devout beliefs.

They sat cross-legged on the futons that had been arranged in advance, enjoying the envious looks of the people around them while assessing whether they had enough money.

The poor people came to see the Dharma assembly to celebrate the birth of Changsheng, while what they came to see was the Qixia Group's new product launch conference.

The former is for the enjoyment of the people, while the latter is reserved for the rich and powerful.

Moreover, Daomen's press conference will not only provide new product experience, but also pre-sale part of it on site.

At that time, as long as you snap up and take it to the market, you can make a lot of money.

If not, they wouldn't have spent a lot of money to buy the futon under their hips from the people of Qixia Group.

At that time, everyone in the square, whether they were pilgrims or second-hand brokers looking for profit, was full of enthusiasm, waiting for the ceremony to officially begin.

Among the pairs of eyes that were burning with longing, a pair of slightly indifferent eyes stood out.

Zou Sijiu, who had changed his face, stood outside the crowded square, looking coldly at the enthusiastic crowd around him, his mouth full of sarcasm, but a hint of envy suddenly rose in his heart.

"If our Yin and Yang family could have a way to win over people's hearts like the Taoist Sect, we wouldn't be in trouble after completing the construction of the Huangliang network."

Having said that, Zou Sijiu actually understands in his heart that people in his category have always been focused on pursuing good fortune and avoiding misfortune, and pursue the goal of killing fellow soldiers rather than themselves.

Even when disaster strikes, the first reaction is not to unite and resist, but to divert the disaster eastward.

Otherwise, the split would not have been so clean and tidy back then, with the worldly world and the aloof aloofness, each working on their own and playing their own games.

If not, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to gain the little bit of authority that Qixia Group has.

Just when Zou Sijiu sighed, he suddenly felt something pressing on his waist, and a strange feeling came to his heart.

"In this age, you can't even bear to spend money on rice, right? OK, if you like to take advantage, Master Zou, I will satisfy you today!"

Zou Sijiu was furious and looked back suddenly.

I saw an old man in ragged clothes and gray hair standing behind him, lowering his head and scolding a child in equally ragged clothes with his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because I was scolded by my grandfather, or because the weather was too cold.

The boy's face was pale, and a piece of crystal snot hung on the tip of his nose. It was wobbling but could not fall off. He was holding a 'wooden stick' as short as a forearm tightly in his hand.

Apparently, this thing should have stabbed Zou Sijiu.

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist. This little brat is so naughty that I accidentally poked you."

When the old man saw Zou Sijiu turning around, he quickly apologized.

The moment he saw clearly the appearance of the old man and the young man, Zou Sijiu had already deduced a hexagram using the art of writing documents and came to the conclusion that he was fine.

Both the grandfather and grandson are poor people who are very common in Chongqing Prefecture. The young laborer in the family died young for some reason, and because he was old and frail, no company was willing to hire him, so he could only make a living by scavenging.

Buddhism and Taoism are the most popular among this group.

Because people who have had a miserable life in this life usually place their hopes on the gods for mercy and a happy afterlife.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small matter, I don't need to be so polite."

Zou Sijiu looked at the 'wooden stick' in the boy's hand, and on an inexplicable impulse, he bent down and smiled at the boy: "Kid, what is that in your hand?"

The child raised his little face and shouted with a sweet voice: "You can't call me little friend, you have to call me friend here!"

"You little turtle son, you don't even understand the world, but you still call me Taoist friend!"

The old man was worried that the child's words would offend Zou Sijiu, so he immediately blew his beard and glared, and raised his hand to hit his grandson's butt hard twice.

"What did I say wrong? As you said, grandpa, those here today are all fellow Taoists, and we are all one family."

The old man was speechless for a while, "I"

"That's right, we are indeed fellow Taoists."

Zou Sijiu laughed dumbly, and raised his hands in cooperation: "I dare to ask my little fellow Taoist, what kind of magic weapon is this in your hand?"

Hearing this, the child raised the 'wooden stick' in his hand with a proud look on his face, and said with a straight face: "Reply to fellow Taoist, this is a flying sword, a Taoist flying sword!"

flying sword

I was stabbed by a flying sword. Is this a warning sign?

He does not mean that.

Zou Sijiu suddenly froze on the spot, the expression on his face changed, and his heart palpitated.

He ignored the old man's surprised look and pinched his right hand.

But no matter how Zou Sijiu calculated it, even if the variable 'boy' was taken into account, the obtained Ziwei Dou number was still Haigong, indicating that today's operation would go well.

"Could it be that I'm in vain and think too much?"

Just when Zou Sijiu was in shock and doubt, a burst of misty smoke suddenly rose from the outside of the square, drowning the crowd.

At the same time, a Taoist wearing a green robe walked up to the altar and announced solemnly:

"The birthday celebration of the 11th year of Jiaqi Daomen Liu Zu Changsheng and the launch of Qixia Group's new products have officially begun!"

The gongs and drums are beating in waves, and the law is singing.

The projections of the gods that covered the sky and the sun pressed their magic weapons one after another, restrained their majesty, and all bowed towards the altar.

In the square, the believers were already in a trance after inhaling the hallucinogenic smoke.

Immediately they all knelt down and chanted the Dharma name of Immortal Immortal in unison.

Zou Sijiu squatted in the crowd, with a disgusted look on his face and curses in his mouth.

"Damn, you have more tricks than I do."