The God of Wealth Christmas Festival in Shangzhenguan came to a lot of pilgrims, and even more so to many fellow disciples.

Many of them are from other provinces.

"Xuanyang, this is Uncle Zhou Cheng and Uncle Fang Datong of Shaanxi God of Wealth Temple. ”

Miaofa stood in front of the two old Taoist elders and introduced him to Chen Yang.

The introduction said hello to them.

As soon as the two of them organized their words and were about to say a few words, they heard Chen Yang say: "The two Taoist masters are advanced, and today the Dharma meeting is held at the True Temple, and the Taoist Temple has limited manpower, if it is not well received, please forgive me." ”

After saying that, he walked to other places.

The two frowned and glanced at each other, and Fang Datong said in a provocative tone: "What is this puja called?

Zhou Cheng snorted: "It's very perfunctory." ”

Fortuna Christmas Puja, they hold it every year.

In addition to this, they also hold other pujas similar to the God of Wealth Christmas Puja every year.

They have to prepare for every puja from the very beginning.

The first step is fasting, followed by the official puja.

When holding a puja, there are quite strict requirements for wearing such Dharma clothes and what kind of tributes to prepare.

Of course, the requirements between Taoist temples and Taoist temples must be nuanced in the village.

But the difference is definitely not too big.

At least procedurally, it must be as cumbersome as ever.

Chen Yang: What is the procedure for this?

They didn't see today's God of Wealth Festival, what procedures are there.

In addition to the outside of the Taoist temple, there is an offering table that is used to deal with the maid.

There was a stack of dried fruit on the table, as well as fruit pastries.

There is also a portrait of the God of Wealth hanging in the back.

What angered them the most was that the ink on this portrait was obviously not completely dry.

Other words.

This turned out to be a portrait that had just been painted.

Even if the portrait is beautifully drawn, it looks good.

But what do you mean by making a new portrait?

Could it be that you don't usually worship the God of Wealth?

"What kind of Taoist temple is Shangzhen Temple?" Fang Datong asked in a deep voice.

Miaofa was puzzled: "What is the Taoist temple?"

He was a little asked.

In front of these old Taoist leaders, he never dared to show anything.

Just the little ink in his stomach, in front of these old Taoist masters who have cultivated the Tao for decades, it is a fart.

He still has this self-knowledge.

"Go in and have a look. ”

Fang Datong did not explain his inquiry, and walked towards the Taoist temple with Zhou Cheng.

Miaofa saw that the faces of the two were not very good-looking, and he was a little confused.

Chen Yang's performance, there is no problem.

But how did these two look like they were angry?

Do you think Chen Yang is doing badly?

Not really.

People are very busy holding puja ceremonies, and they can see that they are busy with a pair of eyes.

There are not many people in Shangzhenguan, and everyone is the same door, so they are considerate and considerate of each other.

He followed closely, thinking to himself that if the two of them had any requests, he would do well to meet them in time, lest they make their mood worse.

Walking into the Taoist temple, they circled around the Taoist temple.

Several halls were walked around, but I didn't see a temple dedicated to the God of Wealth.

As a result, their faces became even more ugly.

It's a real hammer.

This kid holds the God of Wealth Festival, and it is definitely not as simple as half a Festival.

"Hmph!" Fang Datong snorted and said, "There is no God of Wealth Temple, and the God of Wealth Festival is also held." Even the steps are so irregular, so casual, and excessive!"

Zhou Cheng snorted.

The two walked out again.

Chen Yang was standing in front of the makeshift offering table, his expression extremely reverent.

"I hope that today the God of Wealth will appear and send me a glorious and wealthy. ”

"Pull it down, you are so direct, it is strange that the God of Wealth can manifest his spirit. ”

"Am I so honest that I don't show the spirit of the past?"

As they listened to the pilgrims around them and the topics they discussed, their faces became more and more ugly.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and snorted lightly: "It's unbearable!"

Xuan Miao pretended not to hear anything.

I muttered in my heart, why is this so vulgar?

Hope to have glory and wealth, isn't this what normal people want?

It's not normal if you don't have that idea, right?

It's a good thing that people don't hide it, so honest.

When the needle slowly walked to nine o'clock, Chen Yang raised his eyes, and the small voice just sounded clearly in everyone's ears.

"Thank you all for coming to the God of Wealth Christmas Festival. ”

As Chen Yang's voice sounded, Shangzhen Guan immediately fell silent.

He held the text in his hand and began to recite it.

The layman didn't understand anything, just listened to Chen Yang's recitation, and the voice made people feel relaxed and enjoyed it very much.

It's the same door, and it's very enjoyable to listen to.

However.

In the eyes of Zhou Cheng and Fang Datong, the God of Wealth Christmas Festival held by Chen Yang today is simply unbearable.

Shabby!

It's shabby.

If they dared to hold the God of Wealth Dharma meeting with such virtue, they would have been driven out and punished for copying scriptures.

However, although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they did not jump out to accuse Chen Yang at this time.

After all, they are not their apprentices, nor are they Taoist temples, and they are not qualified to say anything.

But what can be seen is that after today, they will definitely find a way to express their inner dissatisfaction.

At least, in the future, if Chen Yang wants to hold this kind of festival, they will definitely protest.

It doesn't matter if it's useful or not.

With Chen Yang's writing, I don't know when, a pair of young men and girls wearing gold threads walked out of Shangzhenguan.

They stood quietly in the distance, smiling at Chen Yang.

Far south of Lingshan Mountain, the Purple Mountain.

A group of old people, who are generally around 60 years old, came to Nanshan Taoist Temple.

"Nanya is still going to hold a festival, this old guy really knows a lot. ”

"That's not it, whether you are a Taoist priest or an abbot, you must understand these things, otherwise how can the Taoist temple be opened?"

These old people are the neighbors of South Cliff.

Before the construction of the Nanshan Taoist Temple was completed, he had been living at the foot of the mountain, and he had known these people for a few months, and the relationship was quite good.

Usually I will come over when I have nothing to do, talk to him, and occasionally put on incense.

"Is there a person on the ground over there?" said an old man who suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the Taoist temple.

The others squinted and saw as if there was a real person on the ground.

"Go over and see. ”

When they got closer, they saw the South Cliff lying on the ground, and they were a little stunned.

"South Cliff?"

"Oh, what's going on?"

"Call the police and call 120!"

Although these old people are not shocked, after all, they have lived for so many years, and several of them have undergone a lot of surgeries, and they still have some experience in the face of this situation.

They methodically called for an ambulance.

A few people approached and sniffed.

As a result, this exploration was not calm.

"No breathing!"

"Dead?"

"What the hell is going on?"

The old men and the old ladies are in a bad mood.

When they received the call, they immediately notified each other.

As long as you haven't gone far, you've come over.

I just want to come and see the South Cliff and chatter.

As for what the puja is not for, that is, to join in the fun.

As a result, as soon as I came over, I saw Nanya lying on the ground, breathless, and his body was cold.

South Cliff, which is not breathing, is conscious.

He could hear the sad words of the old men and women.

From the moment he took the fake death pill, the feeling of danger in his heart began to weaken.

But he still didn't dare to let his guard down.

At the foot of the Purple Mountain.

A few figures got out of the car and walked slowly towards the mountain.

They walked towards the Nanshan Taoist Temple.

Twenty minutes later.

They can already see the Nanshan Taoist Temple.

Along the way, no one spoke to each other.

Five people, three to build the foundation.

One is innocent, and the other is close to the foundation.

This kind of lineup is more than enough to win a South Cliff.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, see people, kill. ”

Ming took one step at a time, and his words were full of slaughter.

Several people nodded.

Their swords are bound to their loins, or to their backs.

The long sword behind Mingyi's back was wrapped in a black cloth, and in the black cloth, there was something else besides the sword.

The Taoist temple is close at hand.

Everyone, as if they smelled blood.

"What's going on?"

They stopped abruptly.

Akichi frowned.

Outside the Taoist temple, there was a group of elderly people and several medical staff, carrying stretchers, squatting on the ground, not knowing what they were doing.

They quickened their pace.

"Breathing stopped. ”

"Perform CPR first aid!"

"Tremor!"

A male nurse, holding a tremor in both hands, sucked Nanya's chest, and Nanya's body moved.

After doing it twice, the male nurse continued to observe the physical characteristics.

Finally shook his head: "No, there is still no sign of life." ”

The man next to him said: "Go down the mountain first and bring it back to the hospital." ”

Although in their opinion, there is no need for the South Cliff to be rescued, they still have to be brought back.

Nanya in suspended animation, at this moment, the feeling of danger in his heart suddenly intensified.

Then, a familiar voice burst into my ears.

"Dead?"

Ming Yi stood outside the door, looking at Nanya, whose face was pale and there was no trace of blood on his lips, his brows tightened.

How can you die?

How could this happen?

They were going to do it today, and as a result, South Cliff died?

Naturally, it's too much of a coincidence.

Coincidentally, it makes them feel extremely unreal.

He couldn't help but look at the others.

From the faces of Li Wenmin and others, he saw the same reaction as himself.

This reaction is by no means disguised.

"Clouds. Ming Yi said in a deep voice: "Let them leave." ”

"Hmm. ”

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Yunxiao walked over: "Everyone, please go back." ”

"You are ......"

"I am the president of the Jiangnan Daoist Association, the abbot of Lingwei Temple, Yunxiao. ”

"But he ......"

"Please go back. The clouds repeated.

Seeing that they didn't move, Ming Yi had already taken out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

"Yes, it's the South Cliff, we found the keel in his Taoist temple. He was already dead, and committed suicide in fear of sin. ”

After a few simple words, Mingyi hung up the phone.

Soon, the ambulance crews received a call.

"Yes, we are ...... in Nanshan Daoguan"

"Okay, got it, let's leave. ”

These people put down their mobile phones and looked at Ming Yi and the others in confusion.

Then the stretcher and first aid equipment were packed up and left.

And this group of old men and ladies have no intention of leaving.

Mingyi: "Yunxiao, solve it." ”

"Hmm. ”

The clouds are a little big.

He stepped forward to ask the men to leave, and the old men and women kept repeating the same words.

They also knew from these words why they were here.

They had come to attend the God of Wealth puja, and when they came up, they saw Nanya lying here, dead.

They also called the ambulance crew.

"Few, people can't be resurrected after death, Nanya is the real person of our Daomen, please go back first, and leave the rest to us." ”

They sighed and sighed, but they still refused to leave.

Yunxiao was a little irritable.

If these people don't go, the rest of the matter will not be easy to unfold.

They didn't believe that Nanya died so easily.

It was just too bad for him to die.

If you don't die sooner, you won't die later, but you die now.

How can it not arouse suspicion?

"They're going to kill me!"

The South Cliff faked his death, listening to all of their conversations.

When I heard the simple message from Mingyi's phone call, I knew it immediately.

His own life and death have nothing to do with Chen Yang.

It's them.

There is a bright one, and there is a cloud.

There should be a few others.

But they didn't speak, and he couldn't tell who else was.

Why did they kill me?

Nanya's heart was full of doubts.

Joist?

What keel?

What is suicide in fear of sin?

What did I do?

All kinds of doubts are full of my heart.

"I'll check it out later. Li Wenmin said in a low voice.

The abbot of Xingyan said: "It's too coincidental. ”

Mingyi snorted.

He's definitely going to check.

To be on the safe side, he wouldn't mind stabbing the corpse twice.

"The star inkstone of the Liuhe Tower, Li Wenmin of the Fuxing View!"

"And one more, who ......"

The sound of footsteps told him that there were five people on the other side.

Although the man did not say anything in the end, he had already guessed.

Halo!

It had to be him.

The three presidents of the Jiangnan Taoist Association, united the two people of the Qiantang River Buddhism Gate and the Daomen, want to kill themselves!

His mind was racing, and almost immediately, clues appeared in his mind.

Is it the Qiantang River demons?

Because of this, they want to kill me?

Joist?

Could it be...... Doma Mountains ......

He quickly guessed the cause and effect.

He couldn't have imagined that it would be them who would kill him.

Does Chen Xuanyang know?

Ten have 仈Jiǔ, must be informed.

Otherwise, with his identity, how could he be able to take his turn in the Dharma Opening Ceremony of the Doma Mountains?

I can't think of it.

In order to add a crime to himself, he did everything to this point.

For a while, Nanya's sorrow came from his heart.

But in the next second, he was getting rid of these emotions.

There were so many people who wanted to kill him.

But he still survived to this day.

Since Guanqi said that his life and death are in the northwest, he will definitely not die today.

Even if his fate is changing all the time, he still believes in it.

He needed that hope.

The feigned death pill allowed him to stay in this state of death for an hour.

And an hour away, there are still fifteen minutes or so.

He had to survive the fifteen minutes.

During this time, once Ming Yi and them make a move, they will have to die if they don't die.

And his only hope is pinned on these ordinary people.

Hopefully they can help themselves procrastinate.

Although he is worried now, worrying will not help.

So he began to think about what would happen fifteen minutes later.