"Why is it closed?"

"Isn't it open today?"

"The Taoist temple is still resting? I haven't heard of it. ”

This group of people must be at least nearly a hundred.

Some came in one, while others came in groups of three or two.

Chen Yang walked over, drilled through the crowd, and walked towards the door of the Taoist temple.

"What are you squeezing?"

"The door of the Taoist temple is closed, and you can open the door if you squeeze in?"

Someone complained.

Chen Yang said apologetically: "I'm sorry everyone, Poor Dao has just come back, so I'll open the door." ”

They were stunned, rubbed their eyes, and saw clearly.

Isn't it the little Taoist priest that the weasel worships in the video?

On the way here, they took a look at some of the recent things that had happened in the Lingshan Taoist Temple.

It's the manifestation of the lake god again, and the weasel worships the Taoist, in short, it's all strange things.

If you want to say that what makes them feel weirdest is not these gods chattering, but the Wanli Foundation.

A Taoist priest is actually the chairman of a foundation.

These two identities, how do you look at how they don't match.

"Abbot Xuanyang?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and someone asked coldly.

"Well, it's Poor Dao. ”

Chen Yang smiled at everyone and said, "Are you here to offer incense?" Wait a while, Poor Dao will open the door first. ”

He went over and opened the door, and the people behind him rushed up with a bang.

Chen Yang was almost overturned by them.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, took two quick steps forward to stabilize his body, and then turned around, facing the crazy crowd, and shouted: "Stop!"

This sound was lucky, as if the sound of thunder exploded in their ears.

They all froze in place, motionless.

Chen Yang took a breath and said, "The Taoist Temple is a quiet place, and there is no room for pushing and making noise. ”

A young man jumped out and said, "Why is there so much trouble with the incense? Send you money, I am God, do you understand? And yell at me, what kind of attitude?"

Chen Yang said: "Shangxiang is religious, if your heart is not sincere, you don't have to go up, you go down the mountain." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment: "You let me go down the mountain? You don't want me to send you money." ”

Chen Yang pointed to the door: "Go out." ”

"You..."

"Get out!"

The young man's face turned white, and he read words that only he could understand, and turned around and left in a hurry.

"They all go back, and if they want to make incense, they line up. ”

Chen Yang commanded them to exit the Taoist temple and said.

Someone asked, "Little Taoist, how much does it cost to put on incense?"

"Two hundred. ”

"Is it so expensive?

"The three of us, buy two sticks, can we get one stick?"

The sound of chirping rang out from the crowd.

Chen Yang said: "Two hundred and one sticks of incense, I think it's expensive, please go down the mountain." If you feel that the queue is long, please go down the mountain as well. ”

The crowd was still muttering, and Chen Yang's attitude made them feel very uncomfortable.

We are here to offer incense and give money, why do we have this attitude?

It is the psychology of the uncle who is used to giving money, but at this moment in this Taoist temple, he can't adapt to it.

"That, little Taoist, is this Taoist contemplation effective?" someone asked.

Chen Yang shook his head: "The spirit is not spiritual, and the poor Dao does not know." ”

"Huh?"

"Why don't you know?"

"We came here for the fame of the Taoist temple. ”

"Two hundred yuan a stick of incense, it's not cheap. ”

"If it doesn't work, won't this trip be in vain?"

They all came from the city, and it took more than an hour to get there.

If you buy another stick of incense, you will get three or four hundred yuan if you count the round-trip fare.

If Chen Yang said "sincerity is spirituality", they would still be able to accept it.

But he didn't know!

They suddenly had a sense of anger that they had been deceived.

Chen Yang said: "If you want incense, please come in, and if you don't want incense, please go down the mountain." ”

After speaking, Chen Yang turned around and entered the Taoist temple.

"It's all here, burn it. ”

It's mainly about Peng Qiang, it's too exciting.

And he was not the only one who won the lottery, and his colleagues from a company who went with him that day all had varying degrees of influence on their financial fortunes.

Someone like him won the lottery, although not much, but there were hundreds or thousands.

Others are promoted and raised.

In addition, the family was demolished and received compensation.

If you take them out one by one, you will be lucky at best.

But these lucky people have all been to the Taoist temple, and they all got lucky after they left the Taoist temple.

Of course, some people wonder if they deliberately advertised the Taoist temple?

But this suspicion is a bit untenable in the face of Peng Qiang's winning amount of 160 million.

Chen Yang stood beside the main hall and kept handing incense to the people who offered incense.

They already knew that this was a Taoist priest, and he was not as good at talking as a monk.

I don't ask any self-deprecating questions.

Anyway, it doesn't work, let's talk about it.

After the last person finished the incense, Chen Yang swept the floor with a broom.

In my heart, I wondered, why did so many people come at once?

And they obviously didn't go all the way, close to a hundred people, and they didn't know each other.

"Congratulations to the [Lingshan Taoist Temple] for reaching the [district-level] achievement, please keep up the good work!"

Suddenly, the voice of the system sounded in my head.

Chen Yang was stunned, his fame reached the district level?

Did you do anything yourself?

I don't think I've done anything.

Could it be that there are less than a hundred people who have just put on the incense?

Nor can it be......

He couldn't think of a reason even if he wanted to break his brain.

At the moment, halfway up the mountain.

A man with a strong physique, and a man of normal stature, dressed in a professional mountaineering outfit and holding a trekking pole in his hand, came up the mountain.

There was a trace of complicated and inexplicable emotions on their faces.

"Lao Zhu, what are we going up to say?" This sturdy man is Chu Li, and the other person is Zhu Jianian.

"It depends. ”

"What's going on?" Chu Li wriggled around like a pair of thick eyebrows.

Originally, they had almost forgotten Peng Qiang, but when they turned on their mobile phones today, they were all Peng Qiang's news.

"A young man in Lingshan won the 41 note jackpot in a row and won the 100 million grand prize!"

When others see it, they will have all kinds of thoughts, which eventually converge into jealousy and envy.

But when they saw it, it was as if someone had hammered it on the back of the head.

The lucky guy on the news, isn't that little fat man?

At that time, they saw Peng Qiang scratch two lottery tickets worth 400,000 yuan.

Although I also feel that something is wrong, people do buy it casually.

It can only come down to luck.

But after seeing this news, if they still believe that Peng Qiang is lucky, they will inevitably be a little sorry for their IQ.

And now there are many news on the Internet that Peng Qiang went to Lingshan Taoist Temple before winning the lottery to participate in the God of Wealth Festival.

They did see that day, Peng Qiang was behind Chen Yang, a little heel.

Where Chen Yang is, he is there.

Therefore, after analyzing it clearly, Zhu Jianian rushed to Lingshan as soon as possible.

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