In the money borrowing program, my identity as the richest man was exposed

Under the leadership of Chen Feng, the group quickly entered a temple.

However, when Chen Feng arrived, he was stunned.

"Don't miss it, pray for the monk, one stick for ten yuan, three sticks for twenty yuan, three sticks, three sticks, three sticks, whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

"The wooden sword that the Wudang Master used to slay demons is a genuine item. The three of us will each have one. Let's just consider it a bet."

"Sir, please wait a moment. I have a shortcut that will take you there for only ten yuan."

This is not Taoism at all, it's just a lively market.

After hearing this, Chen Feng was even more stunned.

As the second generation leader of Wudang, Chen Feng has been instrumental in cultivating Taoism in Wudang Mountain. However, he is naturally extremely dissatisfied with the fact that Taoism has now declined to such an extent.

But why did Chen Feng feel that this place looked familiar?

This is a branch of the Wudang Sect. It was originally a temple prepared for ordinary people. After several renovations, it has completely changed beyond recognition.

Chen Menghan on the side was also dumbfounded.

In Zhao Youyue's opinion, Taoism in Wudang Mountain is a peaceful place. Although it does not have such a high status, it is an ordinary place.

Could this be the Taoist principle?

At this moment, the whole audience burst into laughter.

"Hehe, this is really interesting. Our Buddhist heritage is going to become the three ancestors worshipped by Taoism? I am just returning the favor."

"Live broadcast, look, you wishful thinking, where are the cultivators in the world?"

"I suddenly realized that you are still too immature. Stop reading those books and go out more often to see the world outside."

"Yes, when I went to Wudang Mountain before, I saw a bottle of mineral water for five yuan, but now there is not a single bottle left."

"These days, many places are scams. If you don't go in, I really don't believe it."

Led by Chen Feng, Chen Menghan walked into the room.

As soon as he entered Sanqing Temple, Chen Feng saw countless pilgrims coming to worship Buddha.

Chen Feng also sighed in his heart that if this place could have remained prosperous in the past, perhaps the current situation would not have occurred.

But Chen Feng knew that most of the people present were just there to watch the fun. Only with true faith can one gain real benefits. "Please, give me a cigarette. I have nothing now."

An elder suddenly spoke.

"Come on, let's go open the door. Ten dollars a pillar. If there is no one, then go back."

A young man in a loose gown was directing an elderly woman.

He was wearing a simple robe covered with dense strips of cloth, which obviously had not been changed for many years.

"Master Sanqing, please protect my little granddaughter. I don't have any extra money to burn incense for you."

People around her kept their distance, fearing that the old woman had gone mad.

What era is this? How can there be people who believe in this?

"Leave quickly and don't waste time."

"What do you mean?" the young Taoist asked angrily.

However, he couldn't set his sights on the old man. After all, he didn't have that much money.

Otherwise, she would be kicked out.

Chen Feng happened to be nearby, and when he saw this scene, his face changed and he hurried forward, trying to help the white-haired old man up.

"Do you want me to give you some money?" Chen Feng said in a deep voice.

The young Taoist priest glanced at Chen Feng and sneered: "Of course, otherwise do you think this is our temple?".. ..