In the book era, my villain is super obedient

Everyone has little energy due to eating glutinous rice every day.

With such a vicious cycle, food in Cirrus Cloud Temple becomes even more difficult.

The young disciples and grandsons all ran away from hunger, leaving only the old ones struggling to hold on...

Two days ago, all the senior brothers went to do Feng Shui inspection for the wealthy businessman, and now Guanli was left to look after his house alone.

Lu Cong: "..." Hungry?

How could a person without extraordinary talent be able to endure this? !

She is not the type to starve her own family.

I directly spent 1000 yuan to buy rice, flour, oil and salt to fill the kitchen of Juanyunguan.

But this is not a long-term solution. After all, she will return to Gudu when the exhibition is over.

At present, she has no ability to take Mr. Yan back with her.

Then we need to find a way to make Juanyun Temple more popular.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at the old trees on both sides of the gate.

There is a way!

But she was afraid of being old-fashioned... No, it was the old man with a noble nature who wouldn't accept it.

He asked tentatively, "Grandpa, have you ever thought about allowing more pilgrims?"

Mr. Yan raised his head, his eyes paused on her little face, and said with a smile, "We don't like to lie to others."

"No, how could I let grandpa do such dirty things?"

Yu Cong shook his little head and said righteously, "I just feel that the world is declining, and it is difficult for pilgrims to find a Taoist with real ability to solve their problems.

I am thinking about providing convenience to everyone so that Cirrus Cloud Temple can better benefit the whole party. "

"What do you think of Xiao Cong?" Mr. Yan was immediately interested.

"What are our masters at Juanyun Temple good at? For example: drawing magic talismans and so on?"

"I have only been in Taoism for a short time, but my brothers and sisters are definitely capable." Mr. Yan was full of energy and said, "Everything can be done by fortune-telling, fortune-telling, acupoints on dragons, feng shui, and fortune-telling. He’s good at catching mistresses.”

You are so capable, yet you are still hungry? !
He is definitely the kind of person who is both noble and stubborn at the same time...

Yu Cong looked at Mr. Yan and nodded his head seriously.

"Grandpa and grandpas can't hide their talents. I have an immature idea, which is to first increase the popularity of our temple.

Of course, pilgrims will definitely donate some money for incense. If we in the temple feel that it is too much, we can also pray for blessings and good fortune for countless people, and suppress evil and eliminate disasters.

Or it could be used to help widows, widowers, out-of-school children, etc..."

"We see it is so dilapidated, repairing it is not a small sum." Why did Mr. Yan never want to help more people?

However, I was short of money and could only sigh in my heart.

"How tacky is the use of money? No need." Yu Cong smiled and said, "Our Cirrus Cloud Temple is noble and sacred, and we must not let the smell of copper contaminate it."

Half an hour later, Yu Cong asked her brother to buy a cart full of incense candles.

At the same time, she also pulled out spears, drums, scraps of cloth bitten by rats and other objects while cleaning.

Using the holes in the rags, a cinnabar pen was used to outline the pattern of a green dragon and a white sun, and different auspicious words were written next to each hole.

It contains: Double luck, successful career, happiness and peace, good marriage, good luck, academic success, long life...

Every beautiful word is one of people's best yearnings for life.

As long as you achieve one of these, you will definitely be considered a winner in life.

Moreover, Yu Cong was worried that some people might not know Chinese characters, so he also wrote English and Russian versions...

The main focus is to provide the most comprehensive service to the dependent and turn the dependent into a "primary master".

Cirrus Cloud Temple occupies a large area, and there is enough open space in front of the door, even though it is covered with shrubs and flowers.It's just convenient for hanging rags, no...it's prayer cloths.

Yes, she also gave this piece of rag a very promising name: Blessing Wall.

When pilgrims come over, as long as they throw coins into any hole, it is equivalent to receiving a beautiful blessing.

In this way, you can get enough comfort in your heart, which is equivalent to selling spiritual food.

Put out the table and place the incense candles you just bought on top.

Write on a wooden sign: Each person receives three sticks of incense for free.

After thinking for a while, Yu Cong cut the remaining rags into strips and placed them all on the table.

Yan Yunyu has been helping Sister Cong from beginning to end. Only when he sees the finished product does he understand what a great talent is.

But he still didn't understand, so he asked, "Sister Cong, how do you use this strip of cloth?"

"Hehe, we'll find out later." Yu Lvlan raised her delicate eyebrows proudly.

She glanced at the dark sky and said, "We are almost ready.

Lao Yan, light a bonfire!
Uncle, the drums are ringing! "

"Okay!" Yan Yunyu grasped the drum hammer tightly and started banging on the big drum.

Yu Cong quickly asked him to stop, he was too agitated, and said, "It's a bit rhythmic, fast, slow, fast and slow... The people will be here in a while, and Uncle Tang will have to match Lao Yan's moves."

"I'll try again."

Yan Yunyu has a good sense of music, and she found the feeling after practicing.

Hong Kong people have a rich nightlife. When Zaoling Farm is already asleep, the streets and alleys here are still very lively, with neon lights everywhere. The bright night is even more attractive than during the day.

There are rows of stalls at the foot of the mountain, with small traders and hawkers walking among them. It is lively and festive.

The nearby school had just finished its evening self-study. I heard the sound of drums in the distance and saw a bonfire at this end.

He was attracted with a confused look.

The students looked at all this in confusion, their ears filled with the powerful rhythm of drums.

"Prayer wall! Success in your studies!" Behind the bonfire is the prayer wall, and to the right is a table filled with incense and candles, which is very eye-catching.

When they saw the words on the wooden sign, they exclaimed "Oh my god, it's free!"

In an instant, the silent forest became restless.

"Hurry up, hurry up, there are free incense candles! You can also pray!"

Groups of students ran up one after another in a hurry. Some even lost their shoes because of the crowd, but they still limped up in the excitement.

Yu Cong nodded to his little brother and said "start".

Yan Xian had already changed into white clothes and was always ready.

After hearing Xiao Can Guan's instructions, he held an old spear and jumped to the top of the wall in an instant.

He supported the wall with the head of the gun, held the gun body with both hands and jumped into the air. He moved quickly and jumped up in an arc, the cold light of the gun flashing.

In an instant, the gun came out and fell, and the wrist flower flipped.

The movements of picking and stabbing were flowing smoothly, the red tassel on the silver tip rustled in the wind, the spear rustled through the wind, and behind him was the bright moonlight.

"Chinese Kung Fu! So good!" A group of girls cautiously exclaimed, for fear of disturbing his performance.

"This man is so tall! He wields a spear and is very powerful! He looks great!"

"Master!"

Boys are naturally attracted to strength. While watching it with great interest, they also imitated his heroic actions...