Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 187 The Birthday Party
Chongqing Prefecture, Beiyu Mountain Area.

The rain lingered from midnight to early morning. Although the momentum was gradually decreasing, it still lingered between the sky and the earth and refused to leave.

In the misty drizzle, a long dragon composed of believers winds and falls along the mountain.

The oil-paper umbrellas in people's hands are inlaid with colorful light strips, like a river of light converging on the square in front of Qixia Group.

The long streamers fluttered and the colored flags danced.The flowers are blooming, and the fire is cooking oil.

The projection device placed on the roof of the palace was turned on at full power, and various Taoist gods rose from the ground, showing their majesty in the wind and rain.

The most eye-catching one is the gigantic Lingguan projection in front of the main gate of the Suspended Group.

Wang Lingguan is wearing golden armor and red robes, green boots and wind belts, holding a spiritual seal in his left hand and a golden whip in his right hand. He has a beard and red hair, and his three divine eyes examine every believer who has gathered here.

In the center of the square, on the altar paved with yellow satin, there were already Taoist priests in green robes warming up in advance.

The recited scriptures are heard through carefully arranged speakers in the dark, faintly as if falling from the sky, which makes people feel awe.

The believers who started from home in the early morning and came all the way from various districts of Chongqing Prefecture on foot, after seeing the solemn and solemn scene in front of them, put away their umbrellas and stood in the rain with joy on their faces.

Today is the birthday of Master Liu Zu Changsheng. This rain must be the sweet rain sprinkled by him. After being soaked in it, it will definitely relieve the pain and lubricate the mechanical body.

The positions closer to the altar have long been occupied by believers with richer fortunes and more devout beliefs.

They sat cross-legged on the futons that had been arranged in advance, enjoying the envious looks of the people around them while assessing whether they had enough money.

The poor people came to see the Dharma assembly to celebrate the birth of Changsheng, while what they came to see was the Qixia Group's new product launch conference.

The former is for the enjoyment of the people, while the latter is reserved for the rich and powerful.

Moreover, this kind of press conference of Daomen will not only provide new product experience, but also pre-sell part of it on the spot.

At that time, as long as you snap up and take it to the market, you can make a lot of money.

If not, they wouldn't have spent a lot of money to buy the futon under their hips from the people of Qixia Group.

At that time, everyone in the square, whether they were pilgrims or second-hand brokers looking for profit, was full of enthusiasm, waiting for the ceremony to officially begin.

A pair of slightly indifferent pupils stood out from the pair of eyes burning with yearning.

Zou Sijiu, who had changed his face, stood outside the crowded square, looking coldly at the enthusiastic crowd around him, his mouth full of sarcasm, but a hint of envy suddenly rose in his heart.

"If our Yin and Yang family could have a way to win over people's hearts like the Taoist Sect, we wouldn't be in trouble after completing the construction of the Huangliang network."

Having said that, Zou Sijiu actually understands in his heart that people in his category have always been focused on pursuing good fortune and avoiding misfortune, and pursue the goal of killing fellow soldiers rather than themselves.

Even when a disaster is imminent, the first reaction is not to hold together to resist, but to divert the disaster.

Otherwise, the division would not have been so clean and tidy in the past, with those who entered the world and those who were detached and detached.

If not, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to gain the little bit of authority that Qixia Group has.

Just when Zou Sijiu sighed, he suddenly felt something pressing on his waist, and a strange feeling came to his heart.

"In this age, you can't bear to spend money on rice, right? OK, you like to take advantage, Master Zou, I will satisfy you today!"

Zou Sijiu was furious and looked back suddenly.

I saw an old man in ragged clothes and gray hair standing behind him, lowering his head and scolding a child in equally ragged clothes with his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because I was scolded by my grandfather, or because the weather was too cold.

The boy's face was pale, and a piece of crystal snot was hanging on the tip of his nose. It wobbled but couldn't fall off, and he was tightly grasping a 'wooden stick' that was as long as a forearm in his hand.

Apparently, this thing should have stabbed Zou Sijiu.

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist. This little brat is so naughty that I accidentally poked you."

Seeing Zou Sijiu turn around, the old man quickly bowed his hands and apologized.

The moment he saw clearly the appearance of the old and the young, Zou Sijiu had already deduced a hexagram with great casework and came to the conclusion of 'all right'.

Both the grandfather and grandson are poor people who are very common in Chongqing Prefecture. The young laborer in the family died young for some reason, and because he was old and frail, no company was willing to hire him, so he could only make a living by scavenging.

Buddhism and Taoism are the most popular among these groups.

Because people who have had a miserable life in this life usually place their hopes on the gods for mercy and a happy afterlife.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small matter, I don't need to be so polite."

Zou Sijiu looked at the 'wooden stick' in the boy's hand, and on an inexplicable impulse, he bent down and smiled at the boy: "Kid, what is that in your hand?"

The child raised his little face and shouted with a sweet voice: "You can't call me little friend, you have to call me friend here!"

"You little turtle son, you don't even understand the world, but you still call me Taoist friend!"

The old man was worried that the child's words would anger Zou Sijiu. He immediately blew his beard and glared, and raised his hand to hit his grandson's butt hard twice.

"Where did I go wrong? Grandpa, you said it. Today, all the fellow daoists are here. We are all one family."

The old man was speechless for a while, "I"

"That's right, we are indeed fellow Taoists."

Zou Sijiu laughed dumbly, and raised his hands in cooperation: "I dare to ask my little fellow Taoist, what kind of magic weapon is this in your hand?"

Hearing this, the child raised the 'wooden stick' in his hand with a proud look on his face, and said with a straight face: "Reply to fellow Taoist, this is a flying sword, a Taoist flying sword!"

Flying sword
I was stabbed by a flying sword, could this be some kind of warning sign?
He does not mean that.

Zou Sijiu suddenly froze on the spot, the expression on his face changed, and his heart palpitated.

Ignoring the old man's surprised gaze, he pinched his right hand for a while.

But no matter how Zou Sijiu calculates, even if the variable 'boy' is included, the number of crape myrtle fights obtained is still Haigong, which indicates that today's action will go well.

"Could it be that I'm in vain and think too much?"

Just when Zou Sijiu was in shock and doubt, a burst of misty smoke suddenly rose from the outside of the square, drowning the crowd.

At the same time, a Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe stepped onto the altar and announced solemnly:
"Jiaqi's 11th year Daomen Liu Zu Changsheng real person's birthday celebration and Qixia Group's new product launch event officially begin now!"

The gongs and drums are beating in waves, and the law is singing.

The projections of the gods that covered the sky and the sun pressed down their instruments one after another, restrained their majesty, and bowed to the altar in unison.

In the square, after inhaling the hallucinogenic smoke, the believers were already in a trance.

Immediately they all knelt down and chanted the Dharma name of Immortal Immortal in unison.

Zou Sijiu squatted in the crowd, with a tired face, cursing in his mouth.

"Damn it, there are more tricks than I do."

(End of this chapter)