Qingyun Temple, in front of the gate

Ma Jin was wearing a light green brocade robe. Under the slightest conscience of Zhu Hu and others, he looked at the young Taoist priest guarding the gate in front of him with a smile.

"Do you recognize who I am?"

Without saying a word, the young Taoist priest knelt down and kowtowed to Ma Jin, and said excitedly: "Disciple Qingxi pays homage to the ancestor."

Ma Jin calmed down. Although he knew that he was of high level in Qingyun Temple, every time he heard these Taoist priests shouting at his ancestors, he felt so happy... he didn't mention that he felt so good...

Ma Jin, who was satisfied with his evil taste, waved his hand to let the young Taoist priest claiming to be Qingxi get up: "Go and tell Nanyun, just say I'm here, wait for him."

Qingxi nodded: "Ancestor, I will invite the Grand Master to come later."

As he said that, Qingxi turned around and entered the temple. After a while, Nan Yun, the temple owner who had become much older than a few years ago, came out to greet him with a large group of Taoist priests.

Before he could approach Ma Jin, Nanyun leaned over and bowed down and bowed: "Nanyun met his uncle."

The Taoist priests behind him also bowed a large number of them, and they all said: "Disciple XXX pays homage to the uncle/the uncle of the master/the uncle of the master/the uncle of the master/the uncle of the master/the old ancestor."

………

There were lay Buddhists and pilgrims coming to burn incense and passers-by next to them. Seeing this, they were shocked and looked at the elderly Ma Jin in surprise and began to whisper to each other.

"Isn't that Master Nan Yun, the master of Qingyun Temple? This is the top real person in Daqian. How can you call that uncle?" A fat man with a rich businessman looked confused.

"Yes, you heard those little Taoist priests are the grand masters and the grand masters call out, how senior this person is." Someone next to the fat man expressed his questions.

"Hey, I heard that there is an old god in Qingyun Temple, with a very high generation. He was the junior brother of Zhenren Pingwu back then.

However, that Taoist Master is at least over 100 years old. The one in front of us is just over thirty years old."

Some people who have lived nearby and heard of the name of Pingfa have given their own opinions, but they still have some questions.

"Maybe Dao has cultivated his immortal body and is immortal? My God, this is a living god. Let's go over and worship him and ask him to bless us."

This is a typical brainless person. When he feels hot, he will go over and call everyone to pray to Ma Jin. Fortunately, there is a real understanding person next to him to stop him.

"That's Lord Ma, the one who wrote "Three Kingdoms", he is the junior brother of the Master Pingfa Zhenren who recruits disciples on behalf of his master and is one of the Three Patriarchs of Qingyun. Master Nanyun must call him uncle."

As soon as this statement was spoken, everyone knew the inside story. However, Ma Jin was not very famous in the capital. Many people heard that the person in front of him was Ma Jin, so they were eager to go over and talk for a few words, showing their faces or something.

But they were about to set off when they saw Ma Jin being surrounded by Nanyun and his group into Qingyun Temple. Everyone couldn't help but look disappointed, complained a few times, and they all dispersed.

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After entering the temple, Ma Jin was not used to a large number of Taoist priests following him, most of them were dispersed, leaving only Nan Yun and a few others beside him.

It was rare to come to Qingyun Temple. Ma Jin did not rush to find a fair and asked Nanyun to take him to visit Qingyun Temple.

Nanyun and others were all right, so they led Ma Jin to the main hall first. As soon as they entered the hall gate, they first saw the Three Qing Dynasties. Under the guidance of Nanyun and others, Ma Jin held incense and worshiped.

Then everyone went to the side hall again. As soon as they entered the door, Ma Jin looked at the statue of an old man holding a bamboo stick in the side hall, looked puzzled, and asked Nanyun with some uncertainty.

"Is this... Hongjun?"

"Uncle Master is careful, but I dare not call the Daozu Dharma name directly." Nan Yun said in a panic look on his face.

Ma Jin: “………”

You still know how to play...

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Perhaps seeing Ma Jin's doubts, Nan Yun spoke to him and explained: "Uncle Master, you don't know anything. Before, we were ordered by Master Ping to re-revise the classics based on the "Fengshen" you wrote, and recorded the Taoist gods. After several years, we finally completed the preliminary compilation.

Among them, according to the newly compiled classics, Hongjun Daozu is the ancestor of my Taoist sect, so we specially worshipped them in the temple, allowing Daozu to be worshipped by the believers."

After hearing this, Ma Jin was a little stunned. He was stunned for a while before asking again: "No, since Hongjun Daozu is the ancestor of my Taoist sect, why not worship in the main hall, but instead placed it in the side hall."

"this………"

Nan Yun was a little hesitant when he heard this. After a while, he replied in a low voice: "...After all, it is a newly compiled classic, and the influence among believers is not too high. The incense of the Taoist ancestor... Ahem, it is not ideal, so the main hall still worships the Three Qingshou Ancestors as before."

Ma Jin knew that although it was a bit realistic, the hundreds of people in Qingyun Temple, all of which were large and small, lived by the incense donations of believers. Therefore, whoever earned more incense in the temple was the top player in Qingyun Temple.

Therefore, although Hongjun is of great seniority, he is still not as highly valued by Taoists in Qingyun Temple as the Three Pure Land, which is so popular...

………

No matter what, when he came, Ma Jin still brought people to worship the Taoist ancestor.

After visiting the side hall, Nan Yun led Ma Jin to worship other Taoist gods. This time, Ma Jin opened his eyes.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Syndrome, the Four Disciples of the Jie Sect, the Antarctic Immortal Weng, Jiang Ziya, the Four Heavenly Kings, Li Jing, Nuwa, Nezha, Yang Jian, the Gods of the Lei Tribe, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao, Huang Feihu, Dragon and Beard Tiger, Yang Ren………

Even there are temples that worship the Yin Zhunti. Ma Jin was really convinced. Aren’t these Taoists afraid that the Buddhist monks will come to the door?

This is not Qingyun Temple, it is simply a memorial hall for the gods...

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After Ma Jin was halfway through, he could no longer go shopping. He had a great headache.

He looked at Nan Yun and the others and wanted to say something, but had no idea. After holding it in for a long time, he simply ignored these things and asked Nan Yun to lead him to find the pharaoh.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Ma Jin met Pharaoh Taoist, who was older than a few years ago and had a very upset spirit. When he came, the old Taoist sat on the cushion and shrank into a ball, almost silent.

Seeing this, Ma Jin couldn't help frowning and shouted at the old Taoist: "Senior Brother, I'm here."

The first call of Pingfa did not respond. Ma Jin shouted loudly one after another. The old Taoist slowly raised his head, staring at Ma Jin with turbid eyes. After admitting for a long time, he smiled and said softly in a hoarse voice.

"Young brother is here, sit down."

Ma Jin did not sit down immediately, but looked at Nanyun behind him. Nanyun understood his meaning and explained actively.

"Uncle Master, Master Ping is so old. His health has been getting worse day by day in recent years. Now his ears and eyes are not very useful, and his brain is also slow to react. It seems…..."

Nan Yun didn't finish speaking, but looking at his red eyes, Ma Jin understood what he meant. He was a cheap senior brother, probably not much time...
Chapter completed!