The people of the Heavenly Master Dao saw that there were people from the government to escort them, and they did not come forward, like many Taoist priests who came to test the truth and reality, they just watched from afar.

Songmei didn't seem to be aware of the potential hostility around her, and when she heard the cheers, she actually waved her hand to express her gratitude, and then walked forward, followed by Wang Ji and Yang Yun.

Wang Ji noticed that the atmosphere was different, and reminded Yang Yun: "Master, look at this posture, you and the Venerable are afraid that you and the Venerable will be attacked on all sides at today's festival. ”

Yang Yun smiled faintly and replied: "It's mediocre not to be envied, others treat us as opponents and treat us solemnly, which just shows that we have the ability, right?" ”

"That's, that's."

Wang Ji smiled and complimented.

Qingyang Palace is located in the west of the city, from Chengyanfang to pass through four neighborhoods, Wang Ji originally arranged a sedan chair, but Yang Yun refused, so he walked to the west of the city.

Along the way, Wang Ji intentionally or unintentionally leaned towards Songmei's side, acting as a guide and introducing Songmei to the scenery along the way.

Songmei obeyed Yang Yun's instructions, as a master outside the world, it was best to talk less, so her expression was indifferent, but the more so, the more Wang Ji liked to go up.

Songmei pondered in her heart: "The sons of the Lianjiedu envoy family worship me so much, it seems that I will have a great future in Jiannan Road in the future." ”

Songmei has no ambitions, he doesn't want to get out of his comfort zone, and his life's wish is to go back to Qingcheng Mountain to build a larger and grander Taoist temple, have more land and disciples, win the respect of others, and then take on more Dharma services with a good reputation, earn more money, and live a rich life without worrying about food and clothing.

This is also where Yang Yun takes a fancy to him.

Find an ambitious guy to come back and pretend to be a real person of Wuzun, and go back to help this person gain fame, but as a result, he does all kinds of angry things, and it is he who suffers.

And Songmei looks shameless, but in fact, all she wants is profit.

Once the other party has a material pursuit, Yang Yun can control and use it, but he doesn't have to worry about the other party's self-respect in the name of the master.

The group soon arrived at the temple square where the puja was held.

This workshop is the most dense place of Taoist temples in Chengdu, Qingyang Palace, Wuyun Temple, Ziyang Temple, Jianfu Palace and other Taoist temples are gathered here, in addition to the White Horse Temple, Daye Temple and other temples, but when today's sub-emphasis Taoism, Taoism prevails, the temples are very low-key, especially today is the period when the festival is held, all the temples are closed.

Many traveling merchants dressed in Taoist robes suddenly appeared on Miaoqian Street and the surrounding neighborhoods, selling charms, spiritual water, compasses, peach wood swords and other commonly used Taoist items along the street.

"It's a really lively day."

Wang Ji entered the gate in front of the temple, looked at the bustling flow of people, and said with a smile.

On the same day, the temple square and several surrounding squares are very noisy, this is the grand meeting of all the Taoist sects in Jiannan Road, there are many people who come to watch and join in the fun, in addition to the vendors who sell Taoist goods along the street, there are also restaurants and tea houses in the name of the festival, soliciting past Taoist priests to enter the house for consumption.

"In front of them are Liu Gongzi and them."

Wang Ji suddenly pointed ahead and said.

I saw Liu Yuanzhuo and Lu Yuqing coming over with a group of people, Lu Ninghua and Liu Qingyuan were mixed in women's clothes, the Tang Dynasty was open, and it was not uncommon for women to come out and walk around in skirts.

"Ha, isn't this Brother Wang and Brother Yang?"

Liu Yuanzhuo greeted him from afar, and when he got closer, he found that there was an old Taoist priest in front of him who looked silent and looked like a fairy wind and bones, probably guessing that this was the "Wuzun Zhenren".

Wang Ji first went up to say hello, and then introduced: "This is the world-renowned Wuzun Zhenren." ”

"Long admiration, long admiration."

Liu Yuanzhuo and Lu Yuqing both saluted Songmei respectfully.

Songmei smiled and nodded, but did not reply.

Lu Yuqing asked, "Why is Brother Wang dressed up like this?" ”

Wang Ji said with a smile: "Since I came to observe the Fa, it is much more convenient to put on this body." ”

Lu Yuqing laughed when he heard it: "Brother Wang is still thoughtful, why didn't I think of it?" ”

Liu Qingyuan glared at Yang Yun first, then looked Wang Ji up and down, and then frowned: "Guli is weird, nondescript." ”

Wang Ji pretended not to hear it, and Liu Yuanzhuo glanced at his sister with reproachful eyes, but did not comment too much.

After a group of people got together for a brief conversation, they went to Qingyang Palace together.

Liu Qingyuan seemed to be very interested in Songmei, and wanted to know how capable this old Taoist priest was so miraculous, but she was the youngest, so she could only walk behind, and wanted to talk to Songmei but didn't find a chance.

"The two Taoist chiefs, Brother Wang, and a few friends over there, went over to say hello, and then went in without accompanying them, and said goodbye."

When he was about to arrive at the gate of Qingyang Palace, Liu Yuanzhuo excused himself and went to the other side with the people around him.

Yang Yun knows that now the contradiction between him and Qingyang Palace is almost public, and he can not care about the royal status of the prince as the envoy of the festival, but Liu Yuanzhuo and Lu Yuqing, who were born in a local family in Yizhou, can't help but care, no matter what Qingyang Palace does right or wrong, it is a force that cannot be ignored in the local area.

Songmei was a little puzzled, and leaned into Yang Yun's ear and asked, "Why don't they go in together?" ”

Yang Yun glanced around and whispered, "Do you think they will offend the Qingyang Palace, the head snake, for you, a passerby?" ”

Songmei was immediately stunned, no longer asked, her expression was restrained, and she was more and more worried that it would be difficult to fight the forces of Qingyang Palace.

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The puja was held in the Qingyang Palace.

Those who enter the temple either hand over a prayer post or show an invitation letter.

Before, Qingyang Palace had already sent invitations to Songmei and Yang Yun, and after showing them, several people entered smoothly.

Wang Ji smiled and entered the gate in the team, and said to Yang Yun triumphantly: "Now you always know why I have to change into a Taoist robe, right?" ”

Yang Yun also noticed that after the Taoist priests entered the door, they all turned to the right, while the ordinary guests who came to watch the ceremony walked to the left.

The right turn should be the stage, and the left turn is the audience.

Wang Ji pursues to be an actor on stage rather than an audience, and perhaps only someone like Wang Ji who knows the inside story knows these arrangements, so he deliberately changed into a robe and came here.

Passing through the temple gate on the left, there is a boxy courtyard in front of you, surrounded by a circle of two or three storey high wooden buildings, several thousand-year-old trees in the courtyard are like a canopy, sprinkle shade, walk under it and feel the slightest coolness, refreshing people's hearts.

Several Taoist priests sat on the futon under the big tree to meditate and rest, one or two looked like fairy wind bones, two of them were about sixty or seventy years old, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, which made people look in awe.

Yang Yunxin said: "The longevity of this era is the most rare, the average life expectancy of the Tang Dynasty is only more than forty years old, and life is rare for seventy years, no matter what they do, just this white hair makes people feel that they are half-immortal bodies." ”

"How many of you are here for the puja too?"

Seeing that a new Taoist friend was coming, one of the white-haired old Taoists stood up and asked.

Wang Ji went over and asked, "Why don't you see Fa Ling Dao Elder come out to greet guests?" Does Qingyang Palace entertain guests like this? ”

"Rude!"

The white-haired old man changed color and scolded: "A milky little offspring who has not dried up, actually speaks like this, you are a Taoist holy land under your feet, and letting you in is to give you a lot of face, but you are still so picky?" Today, many Taoist friends are here, how can Qingyang Palace have the leisure to welcome them one by one? Who do you think you are? ”

Wang Ji wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yang Yun.

The white-haired old Taoist saw that another young Taoist priest stepped forward, younger than the one who came to question just now, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

Yang Yun said with a smile: "This Daoist is so old, how can he be so easily angry? Don't be angry with your body, it will affect your plan to cultivate into an immortal. ”

"Hahahaha......"

Several Taoist priests behind the white-haired old man were laughing, and there was a snow-white old man who was like the white-haired old man in order to show that he was moody, he just stroked his beard and smiled simply, but was glared at by the white-haired old man.

"May I ask where the puja is held, where is it going?" Yang Yun asked.

The white-haired old man didn't care about Yang Yun, waved his hand and sat down, probably meaning, you dare to be disrespectful to me, you find your own way.

A young Taoist priest next to him shouted, "Just go to the west." ”

"Head north."

Yang Yun deliberately said loudly to Songmei.

"Haha!" Some people laughed again, but this time they were not laughing at Yang Yun, but laughing at the clever guy who wanted to avenge the white-haired old man just now.

Songmei took Wang Ji, Yang Yun, Yidan and his party to the north, after entering the door, there was an empty dam in front of him, hundreds of Taoist priests were standing or sitting, keeping a distance from each other, which can be described as distinct.

Wang Ji tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "A master is a master, how do you know that you should go this way?" ”

Yang Yun didn't explain much, and a secretive smile appeared on his face: "If you perceive it with your heart, it will be clear." ”

"Tsk."

Wang Ji shook his head in admiration and didn't ask any more.

In fact, it was very simple, Yang Yun's observation was meticulous, he saw that the young Taoist priest who pointed the way was originally standing behind the white-haired old Taoist, and the king was embarrassed by the white-haired old Taoist, how could people point out the "bright road" to him?

Moreover, Yang Yun used his spiritual power to probe the situation around the courtyard, and it was obvious that the north side was more popular.

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The empty dam covers a wide area, covering an area of about five or six acres, about the size of half a football field, and the towering trees around the dam are all around, highlighting the profound heritage of Qingyang Palace.

There were no seats on the dam, and no one came out to entertain them.

Yang Yunxin said: "If the Taoist priests went to the side, I am afraid that they would have already started a dispute, but in the realm of Qingyang Palace, they are cautious, lest they make a wrong step. Despite the traps on their bodies, their sleeves and collars full of props, many of which were dangerous chemicals, they still had to wait honestly for the puja to begin. ”

The Taoist profession is very special, and there are very few strange Taoist priests who meet and chat, and they may all know that their peers are enemies, and they don't want to get close to strange Taoist friends too much, so as not to be discovered by others The doorway they rely on for their livelihood.

Yang Yun sighed in his heart: "Where is this Taoist priest holding a Dharma meeting, it is basically a group of charlatans getting together, and for a while, it is more to see who is more clever in deception and trickery." ”

"This Qingyang Palace is the same, if no one comes out to entertain them, and they don't even prepare tea and seats, do we have to stand here like them or simply sit on the ground?"

Wang Ji was a little dissatisfied, but the guards he brought turned left to be the audience, and he couldn't find anyone to pass the word to the Taoist priest of Qingyang Palace at this time.

Yang Yun said: "All living beings are equal, not to mention that they are all Taoist friends...... We'll just have to wait here. ”

"Or is it calm, Venerable, why don't we go over there and have a look?" Wang Ji went over and was close to Songmeitao.

At this moment, several Taoist priests walked out of the inner courtyard opposite the empty dam, the Taoist priest was about forty years old, his face was scorched and thin, he had a goatee, and a pair of small mung bean eyes were rolling around.

Seeing this person come out, the nearby Taoist priests immediately greeted him, and the more and more people gathered, they soon surrounded him.

"Do you know each other?"

Yang Yunwen was preparing to welcome the past royal family.

Wang Ji shook his head: "Although Qingyang Palace is the largest Taoist temple in the city, the people who usually come forward to communicate with the government are Faling Daoists, and there are too many high Taoists in their views, and it is impossible to know them all." ”

Yang Yun said: "Then wait here, before the festival begins, we will keep a low profile as much as possible." ”