Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 58 Snatching the Taoist Temple?

It was not until the next morning that Zhang Qingyun walked out of the room.

"Meow."

The cat spirit let out a soft cry, attracting Zhang Qingyun's attention.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the cat spirit looking at him pitifully: "Hungry?"

"Meow."

The cat spirit is really hungry, and it really misses that time before.

Although his freedom was restricted, he slept every day in addition to eating. During that time, he continued to gain weight. Now, he has not eaten much for two days.

In the cat's bowl, the food that it didn't like to eat before has also been eaten up.

"Pindao, this is cooking."

Now the cat spirit is his spiritual pet, it is no longer an outsider, and it cannot be hungry.

Lifting his head, Zhang Qingyun took a breath: "There have been a lot of throwing objects in the sky recently. Did the buddy who threw the lunch box leave?"

Before, it was too troublesome, but now that I think about it, that buddy who is still a lunch box can be regarded as indirectly helping him to feed his spiritual pet.

"If you want to throw it, throw it when it's useful."

Shaking my head, I made lunch, very simple, made two bowls of noodles.

The cat spirit still eats deliciously, a bowl of noodles is clean, and his stomach is round.The cat spirit, which was originally able to walk, had its belly stuck to the ground.

"You foodie, sooner or later you will get fat to death."

"Meow"

The cat spirit looked at him pitifully, and seemed to say, "I used to follow the previous owner, and no matter how bad it is, I still have cat food, and I can eat meat and fish. Now, after following you, I can only eat rough tea and light meals. I want to improve the food. I want to go out and bring it back by myself.”

Who dragged whom?
Didn't half of the chicken and fish it dragged back down Zhang Qingyun's belly?

"anyone there?"

Someone entered the front yard.

Zhang Qingyun gave up arguing with Maoling and walked towards the front yard.

In the front yard, a young man was pulling a suitcase in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Qingyun coming, the young man greeted him: "Pin Dao Zhang Daoyi, I have seen fellow Daoist."

"Same way?"

Zhang Qingyun was a little surprised. In his memory, there were very few colleagues in the Tianshi Temple.

"What's the matter with Daoist coming to Tianshi Temple?"

Zhang Qingyun was a little confused, this young man was wearing casual clothes and had short hair, obviously not a Taoist priest.

"Pin Dao is a Taoist priest sent from the next."

Most of the Taoist temples in the world belong to the official government, and only a few belong to Zhengyi or Quanzhen.Whether it is Zhengyi or Quanzhen, in addition to inheriting Taoism, which is passed down from generation to generation, basically the Taoist priests of Taoism are all subordinates.

That is to say, the Taoist priests dispatched are just here to practice Taoism and put on a name.

Zhengdao Taoists do not have to practice in Taoist temples, they can also practice at home.

These Taoists may also be transferred away.

For example, Zhang Qingyun is the inheritance of Taoism, and the Tianshi concept belongs to Zhang Qingyun's personal property.But this property may be taken away at any time, and the certificate in hand only gives Zhang Qingyun the right to use it.

Theoretically speaking, the Celestial Master is under the name of Zhang Qingyun, and Zhang Qingyun may be transferred at any time.

This is the rule that a regular Taoist must accept.

If Zhang Qingyun does not get a salary every month, the Tianshi concept belongs to Zhang Qingyun, and the Tianshi concept means that Zhang Qingyun has the right to decide, and no one can interfere.

Zhang Qingyun checked Zhang Daoyi's certificate, and when he saw the Taoist priest on the certificate, his expression changed.

The so-called resident Taoist priests are here to practice in the future, and half of the property of the Tianshiguan belongs to the people who come. Even, it is very likely that Zhang Qingyun will be transferred.

The Celestial Master's property is passed on to others.

Don't look at Zhang Qingyun's frequent complaints, why Tianshiguan is in the busy city, not in the mountains and forests.

At this time, if someone wants to win the Tianshi Temple, Zhang Qingyun is unwilling: "Fellow Daoist surname Zhang, from Longhu Mountain?"

Zhang Dao nodded: "I am the Longhu Mountain Tianshifu, Zhang Longyun's disciple."

"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, show me the Taoist temple first. If you have time tomorrow, let's go get the certificate. Fellow Taoist may make other arrangements."

Sure enough, the purpose is not pure.
This is to steal his Taoism!
"There is no need to arrange. Pindao grew up here since he was a child. All Taoist views are inherited from the master, and everything here belongs to Pindao."

Zhang Daoyi was a little surprised, looked at Zhang Qingyun and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you going to break the rules? Unless you want to withdraw from Taoism, let Tianshiguan be removed from the headquarters, and you will not be able to get the headquarters salary in the future."

Zhang Qingyun didn't speak, but Zhang Daoyi's words reminded him.

If Zhang Qingyun really had to accept the arrangement more than a year ago, now Zhang Qingyun has an idea.

The Celestial Master View was bought by the ancestor of Zhang Qingyun, and the Taoist Master Tianqing bought it with his own money, and it has been passed down to him for less than a hundred years.At the beginning, Taoist Tianqing was originally a businessman. Because of the war, he was the only one alive, and he had reached the age of sixty.

I happened to see the Tianshi Temple in ruins, so I spent my life savings to buy this Taoist temple.

Later, Zhang Qingyun's master had to accept the rules of the association and receive a salary every month because of the difficulty of survival.

Resign from Taoism and become a wild Taoist.

Exiting the headquarters, the name of Tianshiguan will also be changed.

I can't get my salary in the future, I have to rely on myself for everything, and I still need to pay some money.

With his eyes gradually firming, Zhang Qingyun smiled and said, "I have my own plans. Fellow Daoist, let's live here for the time being."

Exiting the headquarters is easy, just pay a portion of the funds.

But Taoism must be your own!

"Snapped"

A garbage bag fell on Zhang Daoyi's head.

Zhang Dao froze one by one, looking at the garbage bag under his feet, the sewage in the garbage bag smelled a little.Zhang Daoyi's expression changed instantly: "Damn."

He seriously doubted that this was Zhang Qingyun's arrangement.

"You don't need to be angry, this is a normal phenomenon. There are rental houses on both sides of the Taoist temple. The people here come from all over the world, even foreigners. The quality is uneven, and it is difficult to avoid high-altitude parabolas."

"Pin Dao was almost killed by a high-altitude parabola before. Last time, a dumbbell smashed a room. Fortunately, Pin Dao was not in the house."

Zhang Dao's face was shaking, and there was some fear in his eyes: "Didn't you call the police?"

"More than once or twice, it's useless."

Zhang Qingyun led the way.

"boom"

On Zhang Qingyun's heel, a clay flower pot fell, and the soil splashed.

Zhang Daoyi jumped back in fright, his face turned pale: "This phenomenon often occurs?"

It's been a long time since there was such a phenomenon. Recently, there will be high-altitude parabolas in the middle of the night. This Zhang Dao is unlucky. He just came here and passed the god of death once.

These high-altitude parabolic people are really powerful.

"Just bear with it, just bear with it, it's futile to be angry with them."

Zhang Daoyi was arranged to be next to Zhang Qingyun.

In the evening, Zhang Qingyun did not cook, and Zhang Daoyi went out to eat by himself.

Zhang Qingyun held the futon and sat cross-legged in the yard to start practicing. Zhang Daoyi was a little curious. After watching it for a while, he felt that Zhang Qingyun was a little difficult to get along with, so he went back to the room by himself.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Qingyun looked at the corner of the wall in the northwest corner. At the formation, a black shadow floated up, and his face instantly filled with joy: "It's really God helping me, hehe, a friend of Zhang Dao, it's not that the poor Taoist is not particular, but The Heavenly Master View must be a poor Taoist, so you have to leave."

"On the first night, you will meet a ghost, will it be exciting?"

(End of this chapter)