Pindao's Immortal Cultivation Game Comes True

Chapter 85 How do you want me to explain to the above?
After sending a message to the viewers of the Immortal Cultivation Group.

Xuan Qing took out his mobile phone again, and made a call to Old Taoist Jingde.

One is to thank the other party for their help in signing up, and the other is to invite the other party to participate in the Chengmiao ceremony.

For Taoists.

All my life, I have been indifferent to cultivation, except for the initial reception, the most lively time is when the ceremony of inheriting the temple is held. ,

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Changling City.

In a leisure square.

An old man with white beard and hair, wearing a white training suit, holding a Tai Chi sword, and walking on the seven-star step, is doing Tai Chi slowly.

Next to the old man, on a bench, sat a girl in jeans and a T-shirt, who was boringly watching short videos.

suddenly.

A fairy sound with ancient style sounded.

The old man who was doing Tai Chi paused for a while, and then shouted at his granddaughter who was playing with his mobile phone: "Mingyue, help grandpa answer the phone!"

"Oh~"

The girl put down the phone, picked up the phone beside her and looked.

The words 'Little Friend Xuanqing' on the caller ID made her startled, and the memory of Daoist Xuanqing unconsciously appeared in her mind.

Line connected.

"Hey, oh~ That's right, I'm his granddaughter Mingyue, that's right, the girl at the provincial association's bar."

The expression on Ru Xiao's face was a little excited, and he agreed without hesitation when he heard the invitation from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, my grandpa will definitely come by then, by the way, I'm going to watch the ceremony too~"

"You are polite, you are polite, so be it, bye!"

hang up the phone.

Seeing his granddaughter's flushed cheeks, she looked excited.

While doing Tai Chi, Jingde Taoist asked curiously: "Who called me, old Taoist, why did you get so excited?"

"Grandpa, it's Daoist Xuanqing. He invited you to Qingping Temple to attend the Chengmiao ceremony. The time is set to be five days later."

Ru Xiao stood up and said excitedly, "I'm going too this time, grandpa, can you take me too?"

see.

Old Taoist Jingde raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said: "Hey, how did you know that grandpa is going to participate, what if grandpa doesn't go?"

"Ah, if you don't want to participate, then I... I have promised others." Ru Xiao was stunned, and quickly comforted him:
"Grandpa, you taught me that the most important thing for us to cultivate is honesty. You don't want others to go back on their promises and violate their integrity, right?"

"Hahahaha~ Okay, grandpa is teasing you. Seeing that you are in such a hurry, don't you like that little friend Xuanqing and want to be his Taoist companion?"

Looking at the anxious look of his granddaughter.

Jingde old Taoist stroked his beard and laughed twice, then blinked and said.

"Ah~ old man Jingde, I'm ignoring you...huh!" Ru Xiao was furious, stood up with a blushing face and ran away.

Old Taoist Jingde was not angry when he was called a bad old man. Instead, he stroked his beard and smiled as he watched his granddaughter run away.

As the old saying goes.

The family is happy and the family is sad, not to mention the granddaughter and granddaughter of the old Taoist Jingde in the city.

The screen switches to Liucheng County.

Liuzhen Temple.

As the largest monk temple in Liucheng County, it has experienced the prosperity and decline of several dynasties and has a long and ancient history of hundreds of years.

now.

Under the operation of capital, the master is no longer the abbot of the monastery, but the chairman of the major shareholder behind it.

now.

An office behind the main hall of Liuzhen Temple.

There are no futons in this room, and there are no statues of Bodhisattvas.

Beside a long oval desk, sat a group of monks dressed in monk's robes, all of them had fat heads, big ears, and oily faces.

Surprisingly so.

On the topmost seat, the person sitting was not the abbot of the monastery, but a middle-aged man in a suit with meticulously combed hair. He was clearly an elite in the shopping mall.

The atmosphere was depressing.

The middle-aged man's face was livid, and he slapped the table angrily as he looked at the monks with their heads buried in silence.

slap~
"How long has it been? Liuzhen Temple's turnover has been cut off!"

"How do you want me to explain to the board of directors?"

"If you still want to do it, get out if you don't want to. Some people want to come here to become monks!" The middle-aged man said in a low voice, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

quiet!
Incredibly quiet.

It's been a long time.

A monk with nine scars on his head asked tentatively in a low voice: "Mr. Yang, you also know that our county is so big, and the incense money was all earned by Qingping Temple, so we have no income!"

The middle-aged man cast a disdainful glance, "The board of directors above will only see the decline in turnover, but won't listen to what you say!"

This statement came out.

The old monk gritted his teeth, and said: "I have a way, find a professional boxer, and go to Taoist Xuanqing to fight and fight, so that the other party's reputation will be ruined."

"Pfft~"

The middle-aged man almost didn't spit out.

That's it?

He glanced at the old monk with a mentally handicapped look, and thought in his heart, this old guy is so stupid that he can still hold the post of host, no wonder this Liuzhen Temple is about to fall.

"You said you asked someone to come and make trouble?"

"Don't you guys investigate before you do something? The last one who caused trouble is still imprisoned in the bitter kiln and has not come out. This method will not work!"

The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to each of the monks. After lighting it, he exhaled a long breath of mist.

Anger is nothing but anger, the most important thing right now is to find a way to increase the turnover of Liu Zhensi.

"President Yang, you can't say that."

"The last one who caused trouble was arrested not because he caused trouble, but because he didn't have enough energy." The old monk gasped, with a hint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"Now is the Internet age, as long as the reputation is big enough, the Daoist Association behind the Qingping Temple will definitely not dare to do it casually!"

Hear this.

The eyes of the middle-aged man brightened.

Although the old monk's words were rough, they were not unreasonable. Perhaps some things could be more straightforward, but the desired results could be achieved.

Tsk tsk~ The old man said that he is an old man, and he does not deceive me. This old man is worthy of being the abbot of Liuzhen Temple.

"Okay, abbot, the higher-ups gave us 200 million funds, and I will add 100 million to you, and I will leave this matter to you!"

"Amitabha, good and good~"

The old monk smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Time passed slowly.

blink of an eye.

Five days passed, and it was the day of the Guancheng Temple Ceremony in Qingping.

Not to mention how much the outside world reacted to Qingping Guancheng Temple.

Qingping view.

However, the preparations before the ceremony were carried out in an orderly manner, and various instruments for worshiping the heavens and praying for blessings, as well as equipment for building the stage, were transported to the Taoist temple on the mountainside.

(End of this chapter)