Journey to the West: I Am the Leader of Taoism, and Buddhism Still Wants to Be Happy?

　　Therefore, Zhang Wenle is willing to give it a try.

　　Zhang Wenle responded with a sigh of relief, still with the faint calm confidence on his face, which made the young and old on the opposite look impressed.

　　"It seems that the little Daoist also got the true inheritance of the old Daoist!"

　　The old man looked at Zhang Wenle and said, "My name is Huang Maoshi, and this is my grandson Huang Jin. If the little Daoist can really drive away the plague and cure it, I guarantee that what Huang Jin promised will definitely be done!"

　　"Huang Maoshi?"

　　Hearing this name, Zhang Wenle felt a little familiar.

　　Soon, he thought of the source of the familiarity.

　　Huang Maoshi, CEO of Sanhuang Breeding Co., Ltd.

　　Sanhuang Breeding, based on the breeding of Sanhuang chickens, later developed and expanded to a company in other animal husbandry industries, and is now a listed company.

　　Therefore, Huang Maoshi is also a well-known 'legendary'.

　　"It turned out to be Mr. Huang."

　　Even after knowing the identity of the other party, Zhang Wenle did not change much, nodded calmly, and said hello again.

　　The old man Huang Maoshi asked actively, "It seems that the little Taoist knows me."

　　"In this case, can the trail chief come down the mountain with us immediately and visit our farm?"

　　"If it can really cure the plague, we would be grateful."

　　On the side, the old man's grandson Huang Jin couldn't help shaking his head to take a picture. He felt a little ridiculous at this time, because the grandfather really took it seriously and wanted to invite this little Taoist priest to their farm to try it out.

　　However, since it was his grandfather's words, Huang Jin didn't talk too much.

　　Zhang Wenle heard the invitation, and agreed: "Wait for me to prepare a little and bring some items."

　　With that said, Zhang Wenle brought cinnabar yellow paper, a pen, etc., and put them together in a cloth bag, and casually draped it on his shoulders.

　　After these preparations were completed, Zhang Wenle came out: "Yes, please Mr. Huang Lao lead the way."

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　　Zhang Wenle swaggered into the Huang family's car and headed for their group's farm with them.

　　Come here, the young Huang Jin has not said or complained much.

　　On the contrary, he opened his mouth to introduce Zhang Wenle to the current environment in the farm.

　　"This year's bird flu is so ferocious that even hospitals are overcrowded, not to mention the breeding industry."

　　"Right now, the breeding industry in the whole country is in a state of turmoil. For fear of being infected with a little bird flu virus, there will be no return for a year, and I have to take care of the sick poultry myself."

　　Huang Jin said: "Our company has many farms, which have been modernized for a long time. In some farms, the virus cannot enter at all."

　　"But the key is that our company's signature three-yellow chicken must go to the ground and have an outdoor farm."

　　"It is this farm that has a problem. I don't know if it is a virus brought by birds. Now many chickens are infected with bird flu."

　　"If it is not handled properly, this farm may be abolished."

　　Zhang Wenle was sitting in the back with the old man Huang Maoshi at the moment, and Huang Jin acted as the driver in front.

　　He glanced at Zhang Wenle through the rear-view mirror and said, "The company's stock price has dropped by [-] percent before this incident broke out."

　　"If this incident breaks out, there may be a surge in the stock price of our group, and the most important thing is that it will consume all the profits this year and lead to losses."

　　Huang Jin said: "Before this, we found a lot of experts, as well as industry leaders in animal flu, and some pharmaceutical giants for help."

　　"But in a short period of time, they are all helpless with this bird flu."

　　"Now, many patients infected with bird flu are not well, and experts and scholars in the society have no energy to focus on poultry."

　　"So, we can only save ourselves."

　　Having said that, Huang Jin glanced at Zhang Wenle again, as if hinting at something.

　　It's like telling Zhang Wenle what to face, but also talking about the seriousness of the matter, to let Zhang Wenle retreat.

　　Zhang Wenle was sitting firmly on the rear seat of the vehicle, as if the old god was there.

　　"Since the situation is urgent, then take me directly to the farm and take a look at the scene."

　　Zhang Wenle said so.

　　"Ok?"

　　Huang Jin glanced at Zhang Wenle again through the rear-view mirror, thinking that he had brought things up for his sake. Zhang Wenle hadn't retreated in spite of the difficulties, and he didn't even say ambiguous words to prevaricate.

　　"Could it be that this little Taoist is really capable?"

　　Huang Jin thought so in his heart, but the next moment, he shook his head again and told himself: "Believe in science, not superstition..."

　　Even so, Huang Jin still had some inexplicable expectations in his heart.

　　The car keeps going.

　　Because the old man Huang Maoshi was too old to go to the farm, he was sent back halfway.

　　Huang Jin took Zhang Wenle and went directly to the farm of their Sanhuang Group.

　　"Bring a mask, wear protective clothing, take protective measures, and disinfect when entering and leaving, otherwise we will catch bird flu, and it will be troublesome."

　　Huang Jin is very careful, and Zhang Wenle also wants to do this.

　　Zhang Wenle did not refuse. After doing so, they entered the open-air farm.

　　As soon as he entered the farm, Zhang Wenle saw the half-dead chickens scattered on the ground.

Chapter [-] See if the virus can hold my talisman! (begging for flowers)

　　"It sure is bird flu!"

　　Zhang Wenle had seen this kind of scene on the news.

　　The plague chickens that were paralyzed on the ground were obviously infected with the plague, which is now called bird flu.

　　Zhang Wenle didn't just watch it, but recited a spell.

　　"The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the yin is turbid and the yang is clear, the five or six yin are respected, out of the dark and into the underworld, forever in the middle, protecting the immortals, stepping on the seven stars, the spiritual light is forever, the lamp is in the soul, the lamp is extinguished, the soul disappears, fearless Fear, follow my orders, heaven and earth are righteous, miscellaneous bonds are popular, gold and stone are open, sincerity is what, urgency is like a law! I see yin and yang with my eyes!"

　　Zhang Wenle's mana surged, and with this spell, his eyes were clear.

　　This is a spell to open the eyes of yin and yang.

　　The Yin-Yang Eye can not only see yin and yang, but also the subtle things between heaven and earth.

　　In Taoism, plagues are also called plague ghosts.

　　Wherever the plague ghost goes, it radiates plague, and its legacy is also called plague.

　　After Zhang Wenle used his magic power to open his Yin-Yang eyes, the scene in front of him was different from just now.

　　There is a gray-black smell that permeates this outdoor farm.

　　And this breath is the 'epidemic air', which can be clearly seen by Zhang Wenle at this time.

　　Looking into the distance, there are also waves of epidemic air.

　　Looking at the chickens that were paralyzed on the ground, they were also surrounded by epidemic air.

　　"Since you can see it, then it means that you can be treated and driven?"

　　Zhang Wenle said to himself, such an idea came to him, and he was determined to experiment.

　　"What can you see?"

　　On the side, Huang Jin, who was with him, asked.

　　"Pandemic."

　　"Pandemic?"

　　Huang Jin was at a loss: "What is the epidemic like? How can you see it?"

　　Having said that, Huang Jin looked at Zhang Wenle suspiciously, and suddenly felt that Zhang Wenle was very unreliable.

　　Shinto Taoism is not scientific at all.

　　"Then what's next?"

　　Huang Jin asked: "Does the old Taoist have any remedies for the plague? You can take them out. No matter what herbs are on the remedies, our Three Emperors Group can find them."

　　Up to now, in Huang Jin's thoughts, he still thinks that Zhang Wenle has some kind of traditional Chinese medicine.

　　Because many Taoists are also Chinese medicine practitioners.

　　"No, no prescription."

　　Zhang Wenle shook his head, which surprised Huang Jin.

　　"Don't open the recipe? What's the matter?"

　　"Painting!"

　　Zhang Wenle turned around and said at the same time, "Find me a table, grind cinnabar for me, and I'll draw a talisman to cure the plague and drive away the plague!"

　　"Character???"

　　Huang Jin's eyes changed suddenly.

　　Just the look in his eyes is like saying 'you're kidding me'.

　　It wasn't until Zhang Wenle walked out that Huang Jin quickly caught up, and then asked, "Are you kidding?"

　　"Of course not kidding."

　　Zhang Wenle said, "I said, I have the "Big Cave Treating Plague", and there is a talisman in it, which can be used to treat, stop, and collect plague, everything is available."

　　Looking at Zhang Wenle's seriousness, Huang Jin finally determined that Zhang Wenle was not joking, and Huang Jin's complexion changed.

　　He has a feeling of being played.

　　"If the talisman is useful, why do you need a medical school?"

　　Seeing Huang Jin's frantic look, Zhang Wenle was very calm.