The matter of the Foundation has been decided.

As for whether Director Gao would make things difficult, Chen Yang didn't think about it at all.

Which onion is he?

Don't talk about him alone, he really brought people up the mountain to find trouble, and Chen Yang also let them come and go.

At the same time, Meng Wanli had already gotten off the plane and came to the northwest.

Just got off the plane, turned on the phone, a barrage of missed calls and text messages.

He ignored it, and after a while, the phone rang again.

"Professor Meng, it's me, Xiao Feng. ”

"Director Feng, is there something wrong?"

"Professor Meng, I heard that you have set up a foundation in Lingshan City, this should not be true, right?"

"It's true. ”

"Huh?" Director Feng was silent for a few seconds and said, "Professor Meng, you promised me at the beginning, which made me too embarrassed. ”

Meng Wanli said: "First of all, when did I promise you? Secondly, the money is mine, how to use it, it needs to be approved by Director Feng?"

In his tone, there was already a hint of unhappiness.

He can't raise the slightest favor for these people who are full of political achievements.

At that time, he just mentioned it casually at a news conference, and then the local civil affairs bureau sent someone to contact him.

From the beginning, he wasn't sure where to do it.

Now I have chosen a good place and people, and I have done it, but I feel sorry for them.

What kind of people are they?

Director Feng was a little embarrassed, coughed and said, "Professor Meng, what, otherwise, you can get a foundation at will, and the non-public fundraising only needs to invest two million, which is not much for you." ”

Professor Meng said: "Two million is not too much? Director Feng's tone is really not small. Is there anything else? It's okay to hang up, I'm in the northwest during this time, and the signal here is not good. ”

Speaking of which, Director Feng knew that he would not change his mind.

Silently hanging up the phone, Director Feng smoked cigarette after cigarette.

"That's a fucking thing!" Director Feng slammed the table hard and scolded viciously.

He grabbed his mobile phone and dialed Director Gao's phone: "Gao Liang, where are you going?

"Came back, came back, just got off the plane. ”

"This time it's all messed up for you!"

"Feng Ju, you really can't blame me for this, and I can't influence Professor Meng's thoughts. ”

"Don't talk nonsense with me, now that the Foundation is gone, you hurry up and find a way for me. ”

"Feng Ju, I have an idea, you wait for me to go back and talk to you in detail. ”

......

The days on the mountain passed day by day, and Chen Yang didn't draw much talismans now, and changed his calligraphy.

The handwriting is getting better and better, but he still can't look at it.

Occasionally, if a few of them were well written, he would take a picture and send it to the small group.

There are only three people in the small group, Xuanyu Xuanzhen and Chen Yang.

Xuanyu: "You wrote that?"

Chen Yang: "Isn't it good?"

Xuanyu: "It's average, it's a little worse than me." ”

Xuan Zhen: "Don't listen to him blow, this character is well written, I'll send it to my master and uncle when I go back." ”

Then he asked, "The exchange meeting is about to start, right?"

"I heard that the Taoist personnel from the Malay side have come, and the exchange meeting will start the day after tomorrow. ”

"If you have the opportunity, don't hide your secrets, fight for what you should fight. ”

"Understood. ”

Putting away his mobile phone, Chen Yang looked at the calligraphy and painting and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

This morning, Zeng Dongbo called him and told him that the exchange meeting would start the day after tomorrow.

Tomorrow is a day off, after all, after a tiring journey, it is inevitable that you will not have enough energy to start directly.

Headed by Qingfeng Guan, Song Jingwei will contact each other on behalf of Lingshan City.

The process is very simple, just sit together and chat.

According to tradition, there will also be civil and military fights.

It is said that this tradition was first proposed by Taiwan Taoism, and it has continued to this day.

The Taoist Association adheres to the courtesy, but the Taoist temple below adheres to the competition to win, and the so-called civil and military double battles of the exchange meeting over the years have finally ended with the victory of Taoism in Lingshan City.

It's not just Taoism in Lingshan City, it's Taoism in other regions.

For example, the Baiyun Temple in Beijing, the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the Zhengyi Temple, the Heavenly Master Cave of Qingcheng Mountain, etc., communicate with Taoist priests outside the province or abroad, and strive to be the first, never the second.

So far, no foreign Taoism has been able to exchange on the surface of this kind, but in fact it is a mutual exchange meeting, and it has taken advantage of the hands of domestic Taoist temples.

Yamashita.

Breeze view.

Song Jingwei stood outside the main hall, looking at Fa Ming who was kneeling on the futon in the main hall and offering incense to the ancestor with complicated eyes.

After burning incense and worshipping, Fa Ming got up.

took off his robe, took off the lotus leaf scarf, and let his long hair fall on his shoulders.

He looked at Li Qingfeng's spiritual position expressionlessly, and said, "From now on, the Qingfeng View can no longer be understood. I will show people with Song Xue, and return the Taoist name to Qingfeng Temple. ”

With that, he turned around and walked out of the main hall.

Standing on the steps of the main hall, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Song Jingwei above.

After knocking, the skin on his forehead was all scratched, and there was a trace of blood, but he didn't care at all.

There were many Taoist priests standing around, and some deacons also looked at them and sighed secretly.

Song Jing's lips moved slightly, looking at the Taoist clothes under the table, looking at Fa Ming under the steps with resolute eyes and no nostalgia at all, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life. ”

"Although I have left Qingfeng Temple, I am still your son. ”

"It's just that the Tao is different, and there's no point in staying here. ”

"I'm leaving. ”

After Song Xueming finished speaking, he walked towards the gate of the Taoist temple.

The crowd moved out of the way, and they looked at Song Jingwei.

Song Jingwei didn't catch up in the end.

He walked into the hall lonely, picked up his robes, and returned to Song Xueming's house.

He folded his robes neatly, smoothed out the folds, and placed them on the chest of drawers at the head of the bed.

Just like when he was a child, every night he packed up the clothes he was going to wear the next day, and he could wear them directly when he got up the next day.

But this time, no one wore this outfit.

He looked at the familiar room, and the past scenes couldn't help but come to his heart.

Two old tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Master, did I do something wrong?"

......

Song Xueming walked out of the Taoist temple, and a red Daben on the side of the road had already stopped here.

Su Wei lowered the window and revealed a pretty face: "Xueming, has it been solved?"

Song Xueming opened the car door and sat down, and said, "It's over." ”

"Aren't you happy?" asked Su Wei in a whisper.

Song Xueming shook his head: "Go to the cemetery, I will put incense on my senior brother." ”

Su Wei noticed that he was not in a good state, so she didn't talk to him much, but let him be alone and think about it.

"Did I do something wrong?" Song Xueming suddenly asked.

He looked out the window at the pedestrians and vehicles speeding by, and felt very empty in his heart.

He has always fantasized about his life after returning to the vulgar, but when he is really vulgar, he is suddenly sad.

He saw the loss in his master's eyes, and he was sad, and he was sad.

He wanted to rush over and hug his master, wanting to cry, but he couldn't help it.

"I'm not wrong. Song Xueming shook his head vigorously: "It's not me who is wrong, I just made the right choice." The latest chapter of the "Taoist Temple Cultivation System Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.