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

　　Zhang Wenle was very quiet and thoughtful, and decided to go out for a walk.

　　He got up and went out, sorted it out a little, and walked towards the Sanqingguan.

　　Zhang Wenle, who had been in retreat for several months, had some changes in his temperament.

　　His short hair originally from modern times has grown long enough, but because of his practice, the roots are soft and not messy.

　　So, he directly rolled it up and wrapped it in a dao towel.

　　Today's Zhang Wenle doesn't seem to see the characteristics of modern people.

　　His Taoist robe is on his body, his temperament is airy, and his face is as white as jade, just like an immortal in the world.

　　After leaving the Sanqing Temple, Zhang Wenle did not cast any spells, and did not intend to directly ride the clouds or use the divine talisman to go to the imperial capital of the Chechi country.

　　Like an ordinary mortal, he descended the mountain step by step.

　　Down the mountain, there is a small village.

　　All the villagers in the village knew that in the Taoist temple on the mountain near them, there lived a man whom all Chechi nationals respected and appreciated from the bottom of their hearts.

　　Great Teacher!

　　For the citizens of Chechi Kingdom, it is such a name, which is even more respected than the king.

　　After all, the king can no longer make it rain for the whole country when there is a drought, but the great national teacher can.

　　The king and even the gods and Buddhas in the sky can't feed everyone, but the great national master did it!

　　So much so that now the Che Chi country is up and down, and the 'great national teacher' is like a god.

　　The old man Guo was digging 'Dao Potato' in the ground. After the scorching sun, although he was sweating profusely, he was full of joy.

　　The rake in his hand did not dare to swing down, for fear of accidentally nailing a few holes into the potato.

　　In that case, the potatoes will not be well preserved.

　　At this time, the more tired the old man Guo was, the more happy he was.

　　Because, there are too many potatoes in the field!One by one is red, which makes people happy to see.

　　And these are the fundamentals of their existence, and they are things that they can eat.

　　"Thank you, Grand Master!"

　　While digging potatoes, the old man Guo kept talking.

　　While talking, the old man Guo subconsciously looked in the direction of the Sanqingguan.

　　Seeing this, the old man Guo was stunned.

　　A Taoist man is slowly walking down the mountain, his face is young, his Taoist robe is on his body, and his temperament is floating.

　　The old man Guo was stunned, and the next moment he realized that the only Taoist priest nearby was in the Sanqing Temple.

　　And as we all know, there is only one Taoist priest in the Sanqing Temple.

　　A Taoist priest who was revered as a god in Chechi country and was revered by everyone.

　　Likewise, it has another identity.

　　"Grand Master?"

　　Guo Laohan remembered the news about the Great National Teacher that was widely rumored in the village. One of them was that the Great National Teacher was young and fair, like a banished immortal...

　　And these characteristics are the same as Zhang Wenle he saw.

　　Soon, the old man Guo no longer hesitated, and he threw away the rake in his hand, took off the straw hat on his head, took two steps forward, and directly bowed to Zhang Wenle.

　　"Grand Master!"

　　The old man Guo was extremely excited. He had always respected Zhang Wenle like a god, but now that he saw it in person, he was naturally excited.

　　He was so excited that he couldn't say anything, he just bowed down again and again and shouted out the words 'great country teacher' one after another.

　　And the movement of the old man Guo also alerted other villagers who were digging sweet potatoes in the field, and they all looked at it.

　　The next moment, one villager after another excitedly bowed to Zhang Wenle.

　　"Grand Master!"

　　"Grand Master!"

　　In a blink of an eye, in front of Zhang Wenle, there was a group of villagers worshiping.

　　Zhang Wenle could vaguely feel their devout beliefs, and their hearts were tied together with piety, and even gave birth to the same power as faith.

　　Zhang Wenle vaguely felt this power, but he didn't care.

　　The next moment, Zhang Wenle raised his hand, and his mana waved away immediately.

　　A kind of villager felt an invisible force lift himself up, and while they were all shocked, they were also even more excited.

　　"No need to be polite."

　　Zhang Wenle was still unaccustomed to being bowed down to him like this by others. After he held up the villagers, he took a few steps forward and saw the green sweet potato field.

　　In the open land, sweet potatoes can be vaguely seen.

　　"The potato is already ripe."

　　Zhang Wenle looked at the sweet potatoes in the field, smiled and asked the old man who recognized him first.

　　"Have you tasted the taste of this potato?"

　　When Guo Laohan saw Zhang Wenle asking himself, he was even more excited, and he was a little nervous when he said: "Tasting, tasting, tasting."

　　"How does it taste?" Zhang Wenle asked again after seeing this.

　　"Good! Good! Good! I have never eaten such a delicious fetish."

　　The old man Guo said yes one after another, and at the same time he did not forget to say: "Thanks to the great national teacher, it is all the kindness of the great national teacher..."

　　Zhang Wenle nodded, and then asked the other party how the harvest was.

　　"Thousands of kilograms per acre, like a miracle."

　　As soon as Old Man Guo said these words, he realized that something was wrong.

　　"It's the great national teacher who reveals the immortal traces, so we can have enough to eat!"

　　Although the conversation changed quickly, the old man Guo also spoke with sincerity.

　　On the side, many villagers also agreed, and they were all excited.

　　"That's good. There is a potato. Although it is not suitable for long-term practical use, it can also relieve the hungry."

　　Zhang Wenle comes from modern times, and he also knows that sweet potatoes have advantages and disadvantages.

　　However, for the people of this car late country, they don't care about this drawback.

　　Zhang Wenle is more concerned about himself.

　　"In the future, there will be grains that can yield thousands of catties per mu, and crops that can also yield thousands of catties per mu."

　　Zhang Wenle said: "In the past year, everyone, please eat potatoes."

　　Hearing this, many villagers became even more excited. They wanted to express their feelings by kneeling down and bowing.

　　But a force stopped them.

　　"Don't be too polite, since I am the national teacher of Che Chi, I should try my best to make your life better."

　　Zhang Wenle said: "As long as you wait and live a good life."

　　After speaking, Zhang Wenle didn't stay any longer, and drifted away towards the distance.

　　After Zhang Wenle was far away, he had no strength to stop the villagers from kneeling down.

　　Even though Zhang Wenle said that there was no need for more profits, these villagers still bowed down to see each other, like worshipping gods.

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　　After leaving Sanqingguan, Zhang Wenle walked all the way to the imperial city of Chechi Kingdom.

　　This way, Zhang Wenle walked slowly. For the first time, he deeply felt the customs and customs of Che Chi, and it was also the scenery outside of modern times.

　　The place where you see it is also harmonious, and there are smiles on the faces of the people.

　　In the fields, there is a harvest scene everywhere.

　　Outside the houses of many farmers, the activities of drying sweet potatoes and making sweet potato flour are still being carried out.

　　In the past few months, sweet potatoes have spread all over the country of Chechi and have matured.

　　Chechiguo is no longer unfamiliar with sweet potatoes, and has thoroughly seen the amazing yield of these sweet potatoes.

　　Therefore, the prestige of Zhang Wenle's great national teacher is stronger than that of the national master of Chechi country.

　　Every time Zhang Wenle was recognized, he would make groups of villagers kneel.

　　Even, many villagers spontaneously followed behind Zhang Wenle just to hear Zhang Wenle's voice.

　　So, at the back, behind Zhang Wenle, he spontaneously followed many people.

　　Among them, there are merchants and pawns, and farmers and scholars.

　　After Zhang Wenle's many words, these people just followed, and no longer bowed down, but all of them were full of fanatical reverence.

　　Zhang Wenle walked for hundreds of miles and ten days before he came to the capital of Chechi Kingdom.

　　During these ten days, Zhang Wenle's itinerary has long been no secret.

　　So much so that behind Zhang Wenle, a mighty team followed.

　　Moreover, the news had already spread to the imperial capital, and it was passed into the ears of the other three national teachers, the national lord, and a minister.

　　The country lord went to ask the three national teachers including Huli Daxian: "You national teachers, do you know what the big national teacher means?"

　　"Why did the great national teacher choose to walk all the way to the imperial city?"

　　"Behind the Great National Teacher, thousands of people have followed."

　　"Is it necessary for this king to bring a minister Yiying out of the city to meet the great national teacher?"