Chen Yang smiled slightly: "You're welcome." ”

The Taoist priest looked at the rain that was gradually getting heavier, and sighed lightly: "I'm afraid this rain won't stop for a while." ”

He closed the scripture and got up from the ground: "Do you want to go down the mountain together?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "No, I'm here to preach." ”

"Now?" he held out his hand, and the rain hit his palm, "It's raining." ”

Chen Yang said: "Don't you think that this scene is suitable for preaching?"

"This ......"

The Taoist priest smiled: "I'll hold an umbrella for you." ”

"Thank you. ”

Chen Yang handed him the bamboo umbrella, lifted his robe, and sat down cross-legged.

Leaning on Lao Tzu's golden body, facing Qinchuan and Weishui, Wanfeng is surrounded by three sides.

At this moment, a slight drizzle was falling, like a cyan curtain hanging from the sky.

The Taoist priest stood aside with an umbrella, and when he saw Chen Yang sitting still, he didn't carry a scripture with him, and he couldn't help but wonder, how to preach the scriptures?

Moreover, the tourists are all descending the mountain, and soon there will be no one left.

In this case, there is no point in preaching.

But he didn't ask much, and everyone's intention was different.

He came here to get a dip in the atmosphere of the dojo of the prayer platform and see if he could have some insights.

The results were not satisfactory.

There is still a trace of Taoist rhyme left by Lao Tzu's preaching on the scripture platform, and after many years, there is not much left.

There are not many people who can really feel it as keenly as Chen Yang.

Chen Yang closed his eyes, and everything in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He looked inwardly at the Tao Te Ching inscription, looking at the dense scriptures on the inscription, and his emotions were naturally substituted into it.

He closed his eyes like this, and his lips and teeth opened lightly: "The Tao is ......."

The voice was not loud, but the Taoist priest could hear it clearly.

The first time I heard it, I had a different feeling when I heard it again.

The more he listened, the more he realized that something was unusual.

Unconsciously, he found that he was involuntarily wrapped in Chen Yang's chanting voice.

The world in front of him changed instantly, and he seemed to see an old Taoist standing in front of him, showing these scriptures one by one in a simple way.

I don't know when the chanting will stop.

By the time he came to his senses, the rain had stopped.

Chen Yang was still sitting on the side, his eyes closed motionlessly.

"Is it my hallucination?"

The Taoist priest was a little puzzled.

"Fellow Daoist, the rain has stopped. The Taoist priest called softly.

Chen Yang opened his eyes and said, "I'll stay for a while, and Daoist friends will go back first." ”

"That's... I'll go first. ”

He folded the bamboo umbrella, put it aside, and left.

It soon darkened, and night fell.

There was a light rain in the sky again.

The strange thing is that the rain actually fell around Chen Yang, and it couldn't fall on him at all.

"Whew~"

Chen Yang looked at Zhongnan Mountain at night, and he didn't know how to attract that Wanfaxing real person.

The Xiandu Tower Observatory is so big, it is really not easy to attract him.

The next morning, it was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Occasionally drop a few drops, but not all of them fall.

In such weather, even the number of tourists is much less.

In one morning, there were only a few hundred tourists on the scripture platform.

They walked around the platform a few times, and then came up and walked around Lao Tzu's golden body a few times, took a few photos, looked at the scenery, and left.

Chen Yang sat in place, chanting the scriptures softly, and those who were interested would come over to watch for a while, but only for a while.

Today is already the eighteenth day, and at the latest, Chen Yang will have to leave tomorrow.

If the Ten Thousand Laws Xing Dao Master does not appear before tomorrow, this trip to the Louguantai will be regarded as a failure.

Of course, I regret it in my heart, but the twenty places are full, and it's nothing.

By the afternoon, however, he knew he had been wrong.

Miss by a mile.

A phone call, almost as if it was discussed, after this call, then the next one.

"Abbot Xuanyang, I am the abbot of Jinxian Temple, I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I can't give you the quota I promised you before, I'm really sorry, if you come again next year, I will definitely keep the quota for you." ”

"Abbot Xuanyang, I am the abbot of the Sichuan Palace, I am afraid I can't give you the recommended quota......"

"Abbot Xuanyang, I ......"

Close to twenty calls.

Without exception, all of them were called by the abbots of various Taoist temples.

The content of the phone call, without exception, was all an apology, and then told him that the previously promised quota could not be given to him.

"Abbot Xuanyang, I'm sorry. "The last call was from Lingqing of the Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Blessings Palace.

Chen Yang couldn't help but smile: "Abbot Lingqing, this... Why?"

Lingqing pondered for a long time and said, "I'm sorry. ”

No more explanation.

"Don't be sorry. Chen Yang looked at Qinchuan Weishui, and his voice was cold: "I only hope that Abbot Lingqing will not regret today's choice." The quota of the Nine Heavens Palace is dispensable to me, and it doesn't matter. But the practice of the abbot Lingqing really made me feel cold. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"I'm still on business, goodbye. ”

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yang simply turned off his mobile phone.

"Sure enough... There's really a problem. ”

"Going back on his word, he doesn't take me Chen Xuanyang in his eyes at all. ”

"I really don't have any status at all. ”

"Heavenly Master, isn't my credit enough to offset that fault?"

He shook his head, feeling lost, angry, and aggrieved.

He really wanted to ask in person in front of the Heavenly Master, can you not see all the things that I, Chen Xuanyang, have done in the past year?

Just because I killed people in your Heavenly Master's Mansion, you want to target me like this?

When I slay demons and dragons, did you see them?

I risked my life to rescue more than 300 fellow Daomen, have you ever seen it?

I was nominated by the Daomen, which is a deserved honor for me!

Why, why do you want to suppress me?

Do you think I, Chen Xuanyang, are not qualified enough?

"Whew~"

Chen Yang closed his eyes and silently recited the meditation mantra in his heart.

It took more than ten consecutive recitations to suppress this resentment.

He looked at the tourists who kept coming in and out, looked at the buildings of the Xiandu Festival in the distance, and said to himself: "Do you treat me Chen Xuanyang as a clay figure, and you can pinch it if you want? Think I'm not worthy of a real nomination? I want to be reluctant, I want to give it a try, I want to let you see it!"

"There is a mountain ahead, and I Chen Xuanyang is stepping on the mountain! In front is the sea, and I am Chen Xuanyang reclaiming the sea!"

Eighteenth.

There are only two days before the 20th recommendation meeting.

Today, he has only eleven places.

There are still nine places left short of twenty, nearly half.

If you are any nominee, you will have to give up at this moment.

However, Chen Yang was unwilling, he stubbornly wanted to give it a try.

"It's snowing?"

A snowflake fell from the top of his head, Chen Yang stretched out his hand, and the snowflake fell in his palm and melted quickly.

The cold wind was blowing, and soon there were large snowflakes being blown in.

The difference between snow and rain is that tourists are no longer in a hurry to descend the mountain as they were yesterday.

One by one, they shouted excitedly, "It's snowing", "It's snowing".

Chen Yang glanced at the Louguantai Qunjian in the distance, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he had a decision in his heart.

He took out the wooden fish and put it in front of him.

Hold the mallet and tap it gently.

"Boom!"