"This newspaper reported: Recently, Master Yan Chan, president of the Buddhist Association of Cangzhou City, became popular quickly. Even the video of him talking about his life being frequently teased by monkeys in Mount Emei three years ago was re-excerpted by netizens. In the video, Master Yan Chan's famous line "Is it like to chop my life back? Life is a well that penetrates the thorns" has become the motto of many netizens. In this regard, Master Yan Chan is acting cute again in meager... Master Yan Chan used his Henan version of Mandarin to deeply conceal Buddhist Zen theory to tell everyone about life and answer the value of life..."

Huang Junming sat in front of the computer, squinting his eyes and reading the news on the web pages in a row. From time to time, he picked up the tea on the table and sniffed it. His Taoist robe was wide open, and some gradually softened muscles could be seen under the shiny sweat stains. Diagonally opposite him, a Taoist priest in his fifties and sixties sat cross-legged on the cushion, with a sandalwood whisk in his arms, and the dust silk naturally hangs down. In addition, the old Taoist's original kind-eyed and calm face was really a little bit of a talisman. Ugh, no, it was the aura of a successful immortal.

"Xiao Ming, how many times have you said that although our Taoism emphasizes Taoism following nature, it does not mean that you are so sloppy." After hearing Huang Junming read the news, the old Taoist raised his eyes and said helplessly.

Huang Junming closed the lapel of the Taoist clothes with one hand and sat a little straightened. He was considerate to deal with the old Taoist priest's nagging, but he still looked lazy and careless.

"Oh, forget it, no matter how you say it, you, you...ah..." The old Taoist priest said with a look of regret and heartbroken expression.

Huang Junming had no idea of ​​being scolded at all. He touched a cigarette from somewhere. He got up and took out a zippo lighter from the lit incense burner. He raised his hand to light it, and vented a long cigarette at the old Taoist priest, and said, "Old man! Do you also know that Wudang Mountain is a tourist attraction now? Everyone is ordinary people. I am a Taoist priest in front of tourists. When there are no tourists, I don't like to do anything. I have to keep the rules all day long and don't suffocate me to death!"

"Oh, yes, yes, our Wudang Mountain was ruined by people like you. Seeing you like this, I regret taking you out of the orphanage back then! I asked you to be a soldier for a few years. I thought you could take your lazy personality, but what about you? I made this good Taoist temple so messy every day. Look at your fellow brothers, how much incense can you bring to the temple every day, and how many lay Buddhists have invited the treasures from our Wudang Mountain to go back. If you can't send them out, you can send them out a few auspicious talisman assembly, but you see you

, besides being hardworking during boxing performances, what about other times? You were the one who went to Jinding BBQ last month? The copper pillars made you blackened, and you were the one who kicked tourists down the mountain last week? You can't promote or corrupt this popularity in Wudang for so many years, right? Just because of how many complaints we have been exposed every day? Last week..." The old Taoist priest's whisk on his arms had already been put on the ground at some point, and he counted Huang Junming's "evil behavior" with his fingers.

Huang Junming still ignored the old Taoist priest's nagging, smoked cigarettes on his own, or was really annoyed by the old Taoist priest's words, and pressed the cigarette butt into the incense burner on the altar, causing the incense to be crooked and broken. He turned his head and said to the old Taoist priest: "Old man, are you finished? I don't say anything, you are addicted! I discovered that you don't look like a Taoist priest at all. You were a monk before you became a Taoist priest, don't stare at me! I haven't known you for so many years? When you were a monk, your name was Xuanzang called Tang Monk!! The older you get, the more you get! I don't eat dinner anymore, go back to your room to sleep, you should go to bed early, you can sit all night at such an old age without fear of brain congestion."

The old Taoist priest looked at Huang Junming's gradually moving back, and for some reason he smiled, but this smile and his calm face always made people feel a little incongruous. Fortunately, there are no tourists and no one else. The old Taoist got up and picked up the whisk placed on the ground, walked to the altar and gently placed the whisk behind the incense burner, pulled out the incense that was broken by Huang Junming, lit three more branches again, bowed to the statue, respectfully inserted it into the incense burner, retreated to the door, gently covered it, turned back to collect the futon, and walked into the inner room.

The next morning, the temple had chanted the morning scriptures. The old Taoist priest sent away the fake Taoist priests hired and left behind several Taoist priests who had officially become monks in the temple. Huang Junming originally planned to "slide" out with the fake Taoist priests. In his thoughts, even if the Taoist people had something to discuss with each other, he would not have much to discuss one of them. Unexpectedly, as soon as they slipped to the door, they were called back by the old Taoist priest.

"Everyone, do you think there are fewer tourists coming to the viewing for incense recently?" the old Taoist priest said in a deep voice.

It seemed that he was not ready to ask the Taoist priests to answer, and the old Taoist priest said to himself: "In recent years, Buddhism has produced a master Yanzan. Every time he goes, he tells the public where he is going, so as to attract most tourists. Although it is a bit sensational, it has actually gained benefits. I asked everyone to stay here today just to ask everyone to think about how to make more tourists from our Taoist temple come. The incense is very popular. Everyone think about it."

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he shook the whisk and sat on the cushion and looked over each Taoist priest's face.

"This... Master, the income in our view is nothing more than receiving tour groups and selling treasures and talismans for tourists. However, the projects in our view are specific, and there is really no way to attract more tourists," said a middle-aged fat Taoist priest standing in the front row.

It seemed that the fat Taoist priest's answer was very consistent with the thoughts of the Taoist priests, and they all agreed: "Yes, yes, there is really no good way, unless..."

"Unless... we can make some gimmicks," said an unknown Taoist priest in the crowd.

"Gam it..." the old Taoist priest said in a deep voice.

As the old Taoist priest's voice sounded, the huge sutra hall suddenly became quiet. It seemed that the Taoist priests were afraid that the only proposal would be scolded by the old Taoist priest as "sensationalism". However, all this seemed to have nothing to do with Huang Junming. Huang Junming leaned against the pillar of the sutra hall and vented his anger, clasping his nostrils indifferently.

"You... are there any better ways to create a gimmick..." The old Taoist priest looked at everyone with hope.

Another buzzing discussion sounded in the hall, and soon disappeared. The fat middle-aged Taoist priest said in a straight voice: "Prince, we really can't think of any other way to attract tourists except to create gimmicks."

"This..." The old Taoist priest hesitated for a while, as if he hoped that everyone could tell a better way.

The half of the time passed, and it seemed that everyone really couldn't think of anything. The old Taoist priest could only ask unwillingly: "Then... what kind of gimmicks should we make? We can't be like that monk. Even if we create gimmicks, we have to make them have the characteristics of our Taoism. Everyone will say dialects!"

"This is easy to deal with, Master, think about it, the day after tomorrow is the third day of the August 2018. What day is that? It is the birthday of our Taoist Beidou Star Lord and the birthday of the Jiutian Siming Kitchen God. Our Daotian will organize the birthday of the Kitchen God first, and then we will worship the Big Dipper throughout the entire sacrifice. We are all familiar with these things. At that time, we will find a Taoist priest to come to the "Celestial Immortals to the Earth". Remember that the weather forecast said that the big dipper was a little windy, so let the Taoist priest who played the "Celestial Immortals" carry a paraglider and slide directly to the altar from the Feisheng Cliff in Wudang Mountain. Master, do you think this is feasible?"

"If there is no better way, just do what you said." The old Taoist priest seemed to think that doing this was not too rebellious, and he was considered a default. "It's just... who will pretend to be a fairy?"

After hearing this, the Taoists looked at each other. They must use paragliders to play the role of a fairy. Although paragliders are easier to operate, there are always risks. No one can guarantee that they can land normally with paragliders from such a high ascension cliff. Even if they are not injured after landing, their posture when they land is crooked, wouldn’t Wudang Mountain become a joke?

"Master, I think Junming has been a soldier and will definitely use paragliders. It is the most suitable for him to play the role of a fairy."

At this time, Huang Junming, who was playing chess with Zhou Gong, had no idea that he was being plotted. When he was awake, the matter had been completely decided. On the third day of the August 19th, the Taoist priests were all singing scriptures or sacrificial priests, so they had to do the work at hand.

The third day of August arrived soon. Huang Junming was alone wearing a Taoist robe and dragging a paraglider. He stood on the top of the Flying Cliff, quietly waiting for the signal coming not far below. If it weren't for his still lazy expression, he would have really looked like a master who was about to become an immortal.

"Well, the time is over. Smoke a cigarette first. I guess you will have to go on after smoking this cigarette." Huang Junming thought to himself.

Take out the cigarette from the mezzanine of the Taoist robe, and finally find the zippo hidden in the leggings. Before the cigarette can be lit, the zippo, which is claimed to be unmoved, is suddenly extinguished. The suffocation brought by the strong wind comes straight into Huang Junming's mind. The paragliding behind him opened for convenience directly swept Huang Junming away from the sky.

On the third day of the eighth month of the eighth year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty, the capital Chang'an, Xuanduguan

Since the beginning of the year, "The emperor is honored by the national studies and issued an edict to describe the order of the three religions, Laos, Confucius, and Shuns." Taoism has gradually flourished. As one of the best Taoist temples in Chang'an City, Xuandu Temple has promoted Taoism to the extreme. Three hundred and sixty-five days, Taoist festivals are 77 days, and one hundred and eight gods are constantly sacrificed. Today, the Taoist priests in Xuandu Temple have just finished sacrificing the Big Dipper Star Lord and Jiutian Shiming Kitchen Lord, and were about to disperse and rest when they suddenly saw the little Taoist priest who saw the door running in panic.

"Master! Master! Master! Master! Master! Not good! Well! Not bad! Master, Master! Master! Master! Something big happened! Something big happened! Something big happened! Something big happened! Not right! Oh! Master! Master! The immortal has come down to earth!" The little Taoist staggered and said in a roundabout way.

"Daoyuan! Why did Master teach you how to panic?" A middle-aged Taoist man wearing a navy blue Taoist robe scolded.

"Understanding! It is a big deal for the immortal to come down to earth! No wonder Daoyuan is panicked. Daoyuan tells the Grand Master, where is the immortal?" the old man in purple robe asked kindly.

"Back to the master, the immortal is in the sky! Look at it's there!" Daoyuan seemed to calm down and said, pointing to a person hanging from the "white clouds" in the sky not far away.

"Hiss! It's indeed an immortal!" The Taoist priests looked up and looked along the fingers of Daoyuan. They were even more excited, and even knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and crying.

Soon, the immortal floated towards the door of the Taoist temple, and the clouds gently "float" behind the "Immortal". But wasn't this immortal Huang Junming who was scraped away?

"Xiaodao Ye Fashan, with fellow Taoists from Xuandu audiences, have seen the immortal elders, and dare you ask where the immortal elders came from?"
Chapter completed!