"Why is it not effective?" Xiao Fanyun looked up at the sky, but only saw Wuyun in the sky.

"I'm coming back to my senses." The old lady patted Xiao Fanyun's butt heavily and ordered: "Push me to the back hall."

"Oh." Xiao Fanyun rubbed his butt and pushed the old lady around to the back hall. He found that the old lady had also moved the statue of the Sanqing Divine God in the temple here to offer it.

"Kneel down." The old lady pointed to the futon in front of the shrine.

Xiao Fanyun said in surprise: "Old lady, are you really willing to let me take over Qingsong Temple?"

The old lady blew her beard and glared at her, "The old lady has been a soldier in the first half of her life. She always talks about it. Can you fool your little grandson?"

Xiao Fanyun had no way to refute the grandson when he was scolded by someone, so he could only touch his nose and smile and kneel in front of the Sanqing statue.

"Follow me to read." The old lady cleared her throat.

Xiao Fanyun raised his ears and looked straight, but after waiting for a long time, he couldn't see the old lady making a sound.

"Old lady?"

The old lady stroked her beard and waved her hand and said, "These red tape is all feudal superstitions, so it's better not to do it. Just give your ID card to my eldest grandson later and ask him to report it to the government for approval."

"Old lady, have you always forgotten how to handle the ritual ceremony?"

"What do you mean? Can I forget it after being a Taoist priest for half my life? I have never learned it at all."

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"Okay, okay, you kowtow three times to Sanqing and think it's a courtesy. We are not like monks when we become Taoists. There are not so many rules. Just focus on the Tao."

"Okay." Xiao Fanyun kowtowed to Sanqingyi with a pious look on his face, but he prayed in his heart: "Three Qing is above, the opposite way is below, please lower the divine thunder and strike me to death."

Nothing happens...

Knock again.

Still no movement.

Knock again.

Still no movement.

The saints here are not effective.

"Okay, get up." The old lady pointed to the altar and said, "Give the three pillars of fragrance to the Sanqing, and I will ask my granddaughter-in-law to give you a dress."

Xiao Fanyun had no choice but to do it, and then it was fine.

In the next few days, he quietly accompanied the old lady to bask in the sun and chat.

Although the old lady is over 100 years old this year, she is very smart and is even smoother than Xiao Fanyun when playing with a smartphone.

On the third day, the old branch secretary came back angrily, fell down a Taoist priest certificate with blue skin and gold characters and left.

Xiao Fanyun looked back and forth with the Taoist priest certificate, but there was no talisman to bless it or something. It was too fake.

"Xiaoyun stopped reading the broken certificate, let's try whether this robe fits well." The old secretary's wife Lan Qinghui entered the ancestral hall with two sets of Taoist robes.

Xiao Fanyun quickly thanked him, took the robe and took a look. The two sets of robes were thick and thin, thick for winter and thin for summer. They were both the simplest styles, without any pendants or patterns, but they were stronger and durable.

"Thank you aunt."

"You're all my family members, why are you polite?" Lan Qinghui asked with a smile: "Xiaoyun, how old are you this year?"

"It should be 19." Xiao Fanyun confirmed that he remembered correctly.

Lan Qinghui smiled and said, "This is a big boss. Have you ever thought about getting married? Aunt can help you go to the neighboring village to ask."

Xiao Fanyun smiled shyly and said, "Aunt, the country advocates late marriage and late childbirth."

"This child!" Lan Qinghui laughed and cursed, saying, "Your uncle is the village party secretary. Who can care about you if you get married a few years ago?"

Xiao Fanyun smiled dryly and said, "This is not urgent. I want to practice Qingsong Temple first."

"You." Lan Qinghui shook her head and turned around and left with regret.

Then a few days later, the news came from somewhere. Xiao Yun, who came back from Xiaojiagou, seemed to be stimulated outside and wanted to become a monk and become a Taoist priest. As a result, the matchmakers from all villages avoided it...

On this day, the sun shone brightly.

Xiao Fanyun was alone and climbed the back mountain along a stone staircase covered with moss, and came to the dilapidated Qingpine View.

This Taoist temple is actually a small courtyard with two entrances. When you open the door, you will find a patio paved with bluestone. The main door is facing the Sanqing Hall, and there are wing rooms on both sides.

Bypassing the Sanqing Hall is the backyard, with a master bedroom, a scripture room, a kitchen, and thatched cottage.

There is a green pine planted in the yard, which gives the Taoist temple its name.

When you open the back door, you will find a half-acre vegetable garden, and there are several empty chicken cages in the corner.

Walking through the vegetable garden is a green bamboo forest, with a small path leading to the top of the mountain.

The old lady said that there was a thousand-year-old pine on the top of the mountain, which was larger than the big cypress tree at the entrance of the village.

Xiao Fanyun just circled around the Taoist temple and had a plan to transform it.

First, transplant trees and set up a simple small array to conceal the Taoist temple, so that if he makes any big noise in the future, he will not alarm the villagers at the foot of the mountain.

Having a scheming in his mind, Xiao Fanyun took out a phone call to the village party secretary.

The village party secretary has three sons. The eldest son Xiao Zongfa teaches at Jingcheng University. The second son Xiao Zongqing joins the army with the old lady's guise and rarely goes home. The third son Xiao Zongren develops real estate and is in the vicinity of several provinces. Nearly half of the people in the village work under his command.

The old branch secretary was still angry, but he still did his best to go out.

Xiao Fanyun only waited for two days, and the old branch secretary's third son sent a capable general.

"Mr. Xiao Yun, I'm lucky to meet you." Yang Hongwei, who is nearly forty, didn't care about Xiao Yun's identity and age at all, and shook hands with him enthusiastically and said: "Before I came, Mr. Xiao said that you are his nephew, which is equivalent to half of his son, so he has covered all the fees for the Taoist temple."

"How can this work?" Xiao Fanyun said politely.

"Hey, we are all family, we are not good at talking about money." Yang Hongwei said with a smile: "President Xiao said that he would definitely build the Taoist temple beautifully. Then he would develop the village into a resort in the future. This Taoist temple is a famous place."

Xiao Fanyun looked ashamed. He wanted to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, but you were rushing to send people to visit. This terrible idea must be firmly resisted!

"Manager Yang, the Taoist temple has only broken a few roofs. Just replace a few beams and tiles. In fact, there is no need to worry about it."

"No trouble, no trouble. Look, I even brought the drawings, which we specially designed by the master." Yang Hongwei took out a stack of thick drawings to shoot in front of Xiao Fanyun.

Xiao Fanyun only glanced at it and said in surprise: "This master has some tricks."

"That's not." Yang Hongwei said proudly: "We spent a lot of money to ask this master to take action."

"Yes." Xiao Fanyun stared at the drawings for a long time and said, "But we need to change here, we need to change here, and there is also here..."

Yang Hongwei's smile froze on his face: "Mr. Xiao, this drawing cannot be changed. The master said that changing the drawing will ruin Feng Shui."
Chapter completed!