My immortal cultivation game has come true

I saw a woman walking over carrying a tray with three small bowls in it.

"Taoist Master Jingde, please have some porridge!"

The Taoist priest asked me to have some porridge.

Let all Taoist people feel happy.

From President Jingde's expression just now, they didn't know that he was blaming themselves and others for not having the image to slump in their chairs.

Now, Miss Yang Ying has brought porridge again. When President Jingde drinks the porridge, he will be just like waiting for someone else. By then... he should be fine, right?

"Thank you very much, layperson Yang Ying."

When Jingde Taoist smelled the aroma, he couldn't help but admire the good porridge.

When he took the small bowl from the tray and planned to drink it directly, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Hold on, Taoist Master Jingde, please sit down and drink!" Xuan Qing said in a condensed voice.

Hear the words.

A young temple leader next to Lao Dao quickly moved the chair over and said, "President Jingde, Temple Master Xuanqing is right, you should sit down and eat porridge."

"this"

Old Taoist Jingde hesitated slightly, but finally sat on the chair.

He looked at the porridge in the bowl.

Is it possible that there is something wrong with this porridge, or maybe I am older and have not kept up with the times, and it is now fashionable to sit down and eat porridge?

"Fellow Daoist Ru Xiao, this layman, please sit down too!"

Ru Xiao and the bald man looked at each other. The old man sat down, so there was no reason for them to stand.

Subsequently.

Old Taoist Jingde, who was confused, did not dare to drink more and took a sip from the small bowl.

Gulu~lower abdomen!

"Hiss~"

Old Taoist Jingde took a breath, then stood up and looked at the porridge in the bowl with an expression of regret.

"Young friend Xuanqing, you, let me tell you how to tell me."

"Why should such treasures be used to make porridge and rice? Such a waste of natural resources, such a waste of natural resources~" Jingde Taoist lamented and cried.

Everyone was startled by Jingde's expression.

Ru Xiao, who was on the side, was about to drink porridge. He was so frightened that he did not dare to drink. He tugged on the sleeve of the old man and asked in a low voice:

"Grandpa, what's going on with this porridge!"

"well!"

Old Taoist Jingde sighed, then looked at the Taoists and asked:

"Did you just feel hot all over your body, sweating profusely, and your lower abdomen was bulging, but at the same time, you felt hearty?"

"Yes, President, you are absolutely right."

"Yeah, I couldn't get up after lying on the chair after drinking porridge."

A group of Taoists explained the situation just now one by one.

At this time.

Taoist Jingde pointed at the rice porridge in the bowl and explained, "Do you know what kind of raw materials this rice porridge is made from?"

Everyone shook their heads.

See this scene.

Xuan Qing was also very curious. Could it be that Jingde Taoist knew Lingmi? There were some secrets hidden in this world that he didn't know about.

The next moment.

"Ginseng is treasured in ten years and spiritual in hundreds of years. This rice porridge is made with at least one ginseng that has medicinal power of hundreds of years."

"Last time, my friend sold the spiritual ginseng to Lao Dao. Lao Tao took a section of the ginseng and soaked it in wine. The effect was like this rice porridge." Jingde Lao Tao said with emotion.

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone felt their eyelids trembling and their hearts beating suddenly.

"Hundreds of years of spiritual ginseng?"

"Hiss, Pindao saw a piece of news before. A ginseng plant that was more than a hundred years old was auctioned for millions."

"Master Xuanqing Temple is too expensive."

"Yes, according to what the president said, how much are these centuries-old spiritual ginseng worth?"

Listening to the round of young Taoist priests.

Old Taoist Jingde stretched out a finger and explained: "One hundred million, Pindao, let me tell you, last time Pindao spent 100 million to buy that spiritual ginseng from little friend Xuanqing."

He was truly convinced.

I thought that I had been practicing Taoism for most of my life and would be indifferent to everything, but I couldn't share the "hundred-year-old spiritual ginseng".

even

In his mind, he also had the idea of ​​​​getting his granddaughter together and becoming a Taoist couple with this little friend Xuanqing.

Such a state of mind is rare in the world, no... not rare, but the only one in the world.

now.

quiet!

The entire dining room was extremely quiet.

One hundred million! !

Ginseng worth 100 million was used to make porridge.

Even Yang Ying, who was making the porridge, was shocked. She never expected that the spiritual porridge she drank every week was actually made from hundreds of years of ginseng.

All the young Taoist priests were also dumbfounded.

They couldn't believe that the porridge they drank just now was so precious. Based on this price, wouldn't the bowl of porridge they just drank be equivalent to drinking millions?

Seeing everyone was stunned.

Xuan Qing couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

When Old Taoist Jingde knew about ‘spiritual rice’, he misunderstood it as porridge mixed with spiritual ginseng.

but.

But he didn't explain it. It can't be said that this thing is called spiritual rice. Did Pindao get it from Journey to the West, or was it planted by his own boy, Fat Ya?

"Don't do this, you are just eating."

"It's almost time. The temple dedication ceremony is about to begin. Pindao will go out to lecture the people in a while. You might as well go and join in the fun!"

Xuan Qing bowed his hands to everyone.

"The path is a bit poor, and we have nothing else to repay such precious spiritual porridge, so we can only go and build momentum for fellow Taoist Xuanqing."

"Pindao writes and polishes it for fellow Taoist Xuanqing!"

"Infinite life and blessings, I will sing and chant for Taoist Xuanqing!"

"Let's go together, let's go together, I will drive the stakes and hold the hammer for Taoist Xuanqing!"

The crowd was completely impressed by the porridge worth the "small goal", and they all shouted that they not only wanted to watch the ceremony, but also to show their strength.

This scene.

Seeing the old Taoist Jingde, he couldn't help but get excited.

"Okay, if you don't mind, I will be a witness to the temple ceremony for you!"

Taoist Jingde stood up and said loudly.

"Please!"

Xuanqing smiled and was very happy.

This temple ceremony represents the inheritance of descendants. In addition to offering sacrifices to the heavens and ancestors, it is also to announce to fellow Taoists all over the world. Naturally, the more lively the better.

On the mountainside.

In the middle of the small square.

The crowd surged, rubbing shoulders with each other, and everyone looked forward to the direction of the high platform.

Suddenly

Dong~

The sound of a huge bronze bell being struck echoed from the speakers.

"The temple succession meeting of Changling City, Liucheng County, and Qingping Temple has officially begun." The host shouted loudly with a microphone in hand.

"Next, please invite the successor Taoist Xuanqing, the witness Taoist Jingde, the master of Xuanjing Temple, the master of Xuanming Temple, and the master of Xuanling Temple to offer sacrifices to the heaven and pray to the ancestors!"

The ceremony did not take long, only a few minutes, but it was very interesting.

After many years of development, Taoism has accumulated a complete set of processes, which are interesting and vivid, while showing the cultural heritage of Taoism.