My Taoist Temple is trending again

The month-long Lingyun Mountain Peach Picking Festival is coming to an end soon.This year, Lingyun Mountain has a bumper harvest of honey peaches, and the villagers were worried about whether they would be unsalable.Unexpectedly, because of the large purchases that Song's spring had made and the tourism boom at Lingyunguan, the sales of peaches were very good, reaching a new high.

The Lingyun temple has also experienced a period of sudden increase in tourists. For a long time, when Xu Qingmu taught his disciples sword skills or preached, there were a group of pilgrims watching.Fortunately, Song Jue's appointment mini-program controlled the number of people, and Xu Qingmu didn't feel uncomfortable or stressed after a month of popular career.

But he kept a low profile for a while, and gradually let his own enthusiasm come down, and the number of pilgrims in Lingyun Temple gradually returned to normal.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of summer, and the wild flowers on the cliffs of the back mountain where Xu Qingmu and Song Jue practiced gradually entered a period of decline. However, Lingyun Mountain has different scenery in four seasons, and the red maples in the mountains gradually change color and are still beautiful.

On this day, Xu Qingmu and Song Jue completed their training under Hong Feng's gaze. After opening their eyes and looking at each other, Xu Qingmu quickly let go of Song Jue's hand, stood up and said lazily: "I'm so tired, go back Go to sleep."

Song Jue looked down at his fingertips, stroked them lightly, and seemed to be able to feel Xu Qingmu's warmth.

Song Jue felt that in the past month, Xu Qingmu would occasionally behave a little strangely.

Although he would still quarrel with Song Jue, and never avoid contact with Song Jue, from the perspective of others, they are still the same as before.

But Song Jue felt very sensitively that Xu Qingmu was deliberately avoiding getting too close to him.

Did he feel something?Song Jue thought a little frustrated and irritated, but... I don't even know how I feel, what exactly would he feel?

Silence spread between the two, and at this moment, Xu Qingmu's cell phone rang.

There are not many people in Xu Qingmu's address book, and usually no one would call him. He answered it a little strangely, and Yu Wen's violent voice came from the other end of the phone: "You little bastard! Why don't you Add sister's WeChat!"

The sound was so loud that even Song Jue and Bai Meimei heard it was a girl.The two of them were startled, and their ears were pricked up at the same time.

Xu Qingmu didn't notice these two, and was startled by the voice on the phone. He took the phone away and said, "What's wrong?"

Yuwen continued to yell dissatisfied: "The last apartment has been sold, I added you on WeChat to discuss with you about sharing the spoils! It's been almost a month, and you haven't approved my friend application. What do you mean? You know it's always been Did someone beg me to add WeChat?"

Xu Qingmu said: "Sorry, I'm not very good at using mobile phones, I will add soon..."

"Hurry up! My sister is very busy!" After shouting, Yuwen hung up the phone.

Xu Qingmu poked with his mobile phone unskillfully for a long time, and suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head to look and found that Song Jue and Bai Meimei were staring at him.

Bai Meimei's eyes have completely grown into Song Jue's appearance, even the coldness in her eyes is exactly the same as Song Jue's.

Xu Qingmu asked strangely: "Why are you staring at me?"

No one answered him, and he didn't take it seriously. He handed the phone to Song Jue with great heart, and said, "Help me to see how WeChat friends can get through."

Song Jue was quiet for a while, and asked, "Is that Miss Yu you met when you went to the meeting?"

Xu Qingmu said: "Yeah, she said she didn't add me on WeChat for a month, so let me pass it quickly."

Originally, Song Jue was the only one among Xu Qingmu's WeChat friends.

"..." Song Jue took a breath, and suddenly said in a cool tone full of sarcasm that he hadn't seen in a long time, "How busy the Taoist priest is, countless female pilgrims come here every day. The flowers are blinding the eyes, whether it is Miss Yu or anyone else, they will not be ranked among the Taoist chiefs."

It has been a truce for several days and there has been no quarrel. Xu Qingmu didn't react for a while, and said blankly: "Huh?"

Song Jue's eyes were half-closed, and his tone became even colder: "However, because Miss Yu is pretty, at least she can still have some memories with the Taoist leader, and after a month, she can still remember the WeChat account she wanted to add. Don’t let me down, the Taoist leader won’t care anyway.”

Xu Qingmu's expression was distorted and his eyes were full of confusion: "Huh?"

Song Jue hummed, and said, "Scumbag."

Bai Meimei was filled with righteous indignation: "Quack!"

Xu Qingmu:? ? ?

Then Song Jue turned the wheelchair around with a cold face, Bai Meimei pouted and followed, leaving Xu Qingmu with a confused face.

It took Xu Qingmu a long time to react, and angrily yelled at Song Jue's back who had already walked away: "Did you eat gunpowder? You are a scumbag!"

Song Jue ignored him, just snorted coldly and walked faster.

You can add whoever you like on WeChat, who cares about establishing a closer friendship with this little scumbag?Song Jue gritted his teeth and thought, go back and pack your luggage now, and run overnight when my legs are healed, if I stay a minute longer, I will be a dog.

Xu Qingmu couldn't figure it out, jumped on the spot and scolded Song Jue for being a profiteer, and returned to the room in a huff after a long time.

On the way, Xu Qingmu was so angry that he didn't look at the road, and bumped into someone head-on.

Xu Qingmu said sorry, looked up and saw a middle-aged man, he was tall, his skin was very dark, not a healthy black, but dark and uneven, like diesel oil on his face I can't wash it clean, and the top of my head is miserable, with patches of alopecia areata, which is very ugly.

To put it bluntly, this man is ugly.However, his eyes are gentle and clean, with a sense of the elegance of a scholar. Even if his appearance is not good, it is easy to be liked at a glance.

Xu Qingmu knew this man. His name was Feng Zhiguo. He was a host of a local TV station and was well-known in the local area.

In the early years, Feng Zhiguo was actually very handsome, and he was regarded as the pillar of the TV station. Later, he had a serious illness, and the side effects of taking medicine led to the disorder of pigmentation hormones, and it became like this.After his image deteriorated, he was gradually replaced by newcomers, and was replaced by a TV station to host a late-night ghost story show.

He's a nice guy, he's serious about his work, and he's been active in charity.

Xu Qingmu knew him not because of his work.

When he was sick that year, there were ghosts haunting him. Yue Yeyun helped him. He always remembered that, so he was very devout. Whenever he had time, he would go to the mountain to worship. It has not changed from many years ago to now.

As soon as Feng Zhiguo saw Xu Qingmu, he smiled, saluted and said, "Hello, Mr. Xiaodao."

Xu Qingmu had a good impression of him, so he softened his face, and asked him back: "Is Feng Layman also here to offer incense today? Why did you come to the back hall?"

The back hall is the residence of the disciples of Lingyun Temple. It is closed during the day, and pilgrims are generally not allowed to enter.

Feng Zhiguo smiled and said, "Oh, Daoist Wen asked me to get the shampoo."

As he said that, Feng Zhiguo took out a large bottle from the bag.

Xu Qingmu glanced at it. It was a somewhat rough and cheap-looking plastic bottle of toiletries. There was a plastic label on it, with the words "Lingyunguan" written in big letters.

Xu Qingmu frowned when he saw it, and asked, "This is..."

Feng Zhiguo said: "It's the shampoo produced by Ling Yunguan, what's wrong?"

Xu Qingmu took the plastic bottle and glanced at it. There was a price tag on it: 398.

Seeing this, Xu Qingmu figured out the situation, and immediately became furious.

Sometimes the believers would ask for some amulets or magic tools of the town house, and Xu Qingmu would also encourage his disciples to practice drawing talismans and accept offerings from the believers within their ability.Wen Lun has made a lot of progress in his practice in the past six months. Many believers trust him and the Lingyun Temple. Therefore, he often accepts offerings from believers or goes down the mountain to help believers perform deeds.

But selling shampoo is really outrageous, Xu Qingmu really can't think of such an operation.

Moreover, the appearance of this thing is so shoddy, and the contents inside can also be imagined.Even Xu Qingmu thought it was too expensive for four yuan, but Wen Lun actually dared to put a price close to four hundred.

Feng Zhiguo is not a fool, if he didn't really trust Lingyun Temple, how could he readily buy it?

Xu Qingmu endured and endured so that he didn't crush the broken plastic bottle.

Seeing that Xu Qingmu hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Zhiguo asked strangely, "Xiao Daoist, is there any problem?"

"This shampoo..." Xu Qingmu stopped in the middle of speaking.

Wen Lun is just an unknown person, and the names are Xu Qingmu and Lingyunguan. He uses the banner of Lingyunguan to deceive and cheat. If something goes wrong, the entire Lingyunguan will be responsible.

After thinking about it, Xu Qingmu came up with a better solution, and said with a smile, "Maybe I took the wrong bottle. This bottle is for trial use. You wait here, and I'll get you another bottle."

After speaking, Xu Qingmu didn't wait for Feng Zhiguo to answer, turned his head and left with the shampoo.

Xu Qingmu made a detour and quickly went to the locked Spirit Hall to open the door.

When he entered, he saw the portrait of himself.

Xu Qingmu usually doesn't come to the Spirit Hall, because he gets a headache when he sees this portrait.

But this painting is useful. It has been enshrined by the masters of Lingyun Temple for thousands of years, and coupled with the spiritual power of Xu Qingmu's previous life, this portrait has long been alive. The ashes that fell from the portrait are called "mud under the seat" ".

The mud under the seat is a blind panacea, as long as there is enough, it can make the carrion regenerate and the bones to live again.

Xu Qingmu swept under the portrait, and touched a tiny bit of mud under the seat with his fingertips.Then he opened the bottle cap of the shampoo and put the mud in it. A golden light flashed on the mouth of the bottle, and then dissipated in an instant.

Although the amount is small, such a small amount is enough, even if it is filled with arsenic, it can be fully transformed into a complete tonic.

Afterwards, Xu Qingmu gave Feng Zhiguo the shampoo, insisted on returning the money he received, and gave him an amulet.Feng Zhiguo still didn't suspect him, and happily left with his things.

After people walked away, Xu Qingmu's face quickly collapsed, and he turned around to find He Xingchu, asking her to call all the disciples in the temple to Sanqing Hall.

After a while, the little Taoist priests gathered together, and Song Jue also arrived.He looked at the door for a while, and figured out that Xu Qingmu had something to say about Lingyun Temple, so he didn't know whether he, an outsider, should enter the door.

Xu Qingmu saw Song Jue inside, but only glanced at it, and then set his sights on Wen Lun.

Song Jue could see clearly that Xu Qingmu's mood was very wrong now, something serious must have happened.

So Song Jue didn't hesitate any more about whether he should or not, he just thought, at this moment, he hoped that he could be by Xu Qingmu's side.

So Song Jue didn't leave, but directly entered the door.