Xue Laodao, who was still dressed in Tang clothes and didn't like to wear Taoist robes, touched his gray beard and nodded appreciatively: "The eyes are upright, the behavior is moderate, and it looks good." ”

Maoshan's Qingyangzi is dressed as a very standard Taoist priest: a blue cloth robe, a peach hairpin on his head, and a long sword wrapped in black cloth behind him.

It's just that although the green sermon robe looks clean, the edges of the fabric have been worn faintly white.

Obviously, Maoshan's economic situation is indeed a bit bad.

Qingyangzi is a thin middle-aged man, who is set off by this half-new Taoist robe, but he is more like a Xuanmen person with a fairy wind and bones than Xue Laodao who is full of red light next to him.

It's just that this Taoist priest with fairy wind bones said: "I heard that Jinli Xiaoyou can win 20 million by buying a lottery ticket casually, so I want to ask for some tips on making money." ”

They are so poor that they can't even open the pot.

The crowd on the side: "...... Alas. ”

Xue Lao Dao has a high rank and a hot temper, and when he heard the words, his beard jumped, and his eyes glared: "In cultivation, opening and closing your mouth is a common thing of money, what kind of system has it become!"

However, Qingyangzi was not afraid of him, and even scolded back: "Daoist Xue is so high, presumably when he goes out of the mountain to help people do things, he doesn't charge for it?"

Xue Lao said: "......"

Hu Zhengan, the chairman who was standing on the side, had a pain in his head.

The Daomen Association is an official organization.

In this association, most of the members are actually ordinary people who are curious or believe in Taoism, that is, people who recite scriptures on a daily basis, do homework, and exchange cultivation experiences with their peers on weekdays, and do not have any supernatural means.

It is this part of the members that Hu Zhengan can manage.

But some other people, such as Xue Dao Changqing Yangzi, are people from the Xuanmen sect with deep roots and hundreds or even thousands of years.

These people are serious cultivators, the sects have their own heritage, and the constraints are not as great as ordinary Taoist priests, and they join the Taoist Association because they have to register a number on the face of the country to facilitate management.

After all, no matter who the ruler is, he will not be assured that such a group of people with supernatural powers will not be controlled by him.

Hu Zhengan himself is one of them.

But he didn't have a good skill in his cultivation.

As a result, his cultivation can only be regarded as a rookie in this group of bigwigs.

When the rookies are arguing, do they dare to come out to stop it?

Don't dare.

So he had no choice but to find another way to change the subject.

Hu Zhengan: "But I've been looking at it for a long time, and I haven't seen any aura from Jinli Jushi." ”

As soon as these words came out, Xue Laodao and Qingyangzi really stopped arguing.

Xue Laodao glanced at his nephew with disgust: "I want you to practice weekdays, and you can't even see a fluctuation of spiritual energy, it's really a shame for me to lose face in the purple jade sect." ”

Qingyangzi meant something: "Things outside the body affect cultivation, President Hu doesn't play more with mobile phones and computers on weekdays, if you really can't help it, you can control it from the root and donate them directly to our Maoshan." ”

Hu Zheng'an: "......"

Huizhen, who had been standing aside without speaking, finally spoke at this time, and her tone was soft: "Don't bully Zheng'an, I can't see the fluctuations in Jinli's spiritual power." ”

Well?

Uh-huh?

Xue Laodao and Qingyangzi were shocked when they heard this.

Hu Zheng'an is a monk with half a bucket of water, but Huizhen is not.

The two hurriedly looked at Jinli intently.