The sunlight separates the lush mountain forests into light and dark along the ridgeline, and a gust of wind blows, and the bamboo sea is like a wave.

Ji Chengye parked the car in the parking space next to the sentry box, and before he got out of the car, the old man quickly stood up and ran over eagerly.

"Mr. Ji, I'm really embarrassed, I said that I came over on the 18th, but my son's condition has been getting worse and worse recently...... Alas! ”

Ji Chengye and Ji Shaotian both got out of the car, and after getting out of the car, Ji Shaotian saw that the old man was actually not old, his face was at most fifty or sixty years old, and he was dressed well, but his face was sad at this time, and he looked very vicissitudes.

His surname is Huang, and in the car is his wife and son, the couple has a mechanical parts factory in the city, which has been open for many years, and the family is well-off.

"It doesn't matter."

Ji Chengye waved his hand lightly, quite a noble demeanor, at this time, the old woman of the Cadillac also helped his smiling son out of the car, Ji Chengye walked over and stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and pressed the back of his finger on the center of his son's eyebrows, then withdrew his hand and nodded slightly.

"Go to the sentry box to register, and follow me into the view."

After speaking, Ji Chengye turned around and nodded slightly to the soldiers standing guard in the sentry box, and then walked into the Taoist temple by himself.

Since Ji Shaotian got off the car, the man supported by the old woman has been staring at him and smiling, the laughing Ji Shaotian is creepy, whether it is "bumper" or "schizophrenia", the young Ji Shaotian is the first time to see it, he is both curious and a little scared.

At this moment, he was like a little road boy, and followed Ji Chengye up the mountain road.

The couple in the back looked happy, and immediately helped their son to go to the sentry box to register, and the soldiers in the sentry box had long been surprised by this kind of thing, and they calmly registered the three of them.

It is said that it is a military forbidden place, but in fact, there is no secret at all, it is just an ordinary garrison place, but the surrounding area is classified as a military restricted area in accordance with military law, and the scope is not large.

After stepping on 762 stone steps (Ji Shaotian counted them when he was a child), the group came to the gate of Chaotianguan.

Chaotian view gatehouse is quite exquisite, on the stone platform is carved with granite, there are four short columns before and after, carved with the green dragon and white tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu four divine beasts, the gatehouse is also carved dragon painting phoenix, the middle is "Chaotian view" three gold lacquer ancient characters.

It's just that most of the gold paint on the three big characters of "Chaotianguan" has peeled off, and the main granite is also corroded and blackened, and the eaves are full of various milky white droplet traces, and some traces even fall into the word frame.

After the gatehouse and then walk a short section of stone steps, it is the main courtyard of Chaotianguan, Chaotianguan is built according to the mountain, covers a wide area, originally there were "three courtyards and nine halls", but after thousands of years of vicissitudes, now only the bottom of this courtyard is left three halls, the ruins of the upper two courtyards are still there, the property rights are still owned by the Taoist temple, but it has been unable to rebuild.

"Mr. Huang, please go to the West Hall and wait."

After entering the courtyard of the Taoist temple, Ji Chengye invited the Huang family to go to the west hall and went to the east hall himself.

There is a large copper incense burner in the center of the courtyard of the Taoist temple, but because the Taoist temple is not popular, there is not much incense in the incense burner, and Ji Chengye is reluctant to burn the big incense that costs dozens of yuan a piece on weekdays.

However, it is precisely because there is no popularity, there is no "market demand", so there are very few immortals enshrined in the Chaotian Temple, unlike other Taoist temples in order to meet the "customer needs" to invite any gods in, the old moon, the God of Wealth, and even the Buddha who sent the child Guanyin and the Buddha can sit in the Taoist Temple......

The main hall of Chaotianguan is dedicated to the portrait of the three Qing Dynasty, the east hall is hung with the portrait of Zhang Tianshi, and the west hall only hangs a giant congenital Taiji gossip map, that's all.

Taoists believe in the "Tao", not in God, and God is only a derivation, or Taoist priests "commemorate" their ancestors, which is the opposite of other religions.

As for why Chaotianguan hangs portraits instead of statues, there is only one reason, that is, poverty.

Due to historical reasons (breaking the four old) Chaotianguan statues were smashed, and later after the Ji family wanted to return to the Taoist Temple from the state, just repairing the three major halls of the first courtyard exhausted the hard work of the grandfather's generation, and there was really no money to do anything else.

And the three major halls of the restoration, now are also mottled, decayed, each hall is simply furnished, a few old Chinese tables, chairs and benches, Taobao bought cheap yellow satin tablecloths are particularly conspicuous here.

"Shaotian, go boil a pot of water."

The troops were kind enough to give free water and electricity to the Taoist temple, and there was a set of simple kitchen utensils in the ear room of the west hall, which could be used to cook rice and boil water for cooking.

Ji Shaotian had nothing to do anyway, so he got Ji Chengye's order and went to work.

After a while, Ji Shaotian boiled hot water and poured three cups of tea for the Huang family very politely, after all, he was the object of his father's fooling, so he had to be polite and polite to others.

"Thank you, you are Mr. Ji's son, you can see it from your eyebrows."

Mr. Huang and Ji Shaotian talked, Ji Shaotian just smiled and nodded, his eyes kept looking at Mr. Huang's son, the more he looked at it, the more weird he felt, Xiao Huang sometimes smirked, sometimes sneered, and sometimes his eyes showed an extremely deep gaze, as if he was carrying some blood hatred.

"Mentally ill people are terrible!"

Xiao Huang glanced at Ji Shaotian again, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the West Hall, and Ji Chengye changed his outfit and walked in.

At this time, Ji Chengye was wearing a bright yellow Tai Chi Bagua robe, a Liuyun Dao hat, and a handful of dried leaves and a handful of yellow talismans in his left hand. In his right hand, he holds a porcelain bowl, a pen hooked under his ring finger, and a mahogany sword under his arm.

If you ignore the trousers and leather shoes exposed under his feet, it is proper to dress as a Taoist priest of Maoshan.

Ji Shaotian was shocked, he only knew that his father's robe was just a traditional blue and black robe, simple and chic, and he never thought that he would have such an exaggerated outfit.

And Mr. and Mrs. Huang saw Ji Chengye's dress, and they were actually a lot more relieved.

"Shaotian, come and help me carry the table."

After Ji Chengye put the objects on the table, he asked Ji Shaotian to carry them.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Mr. Huang got up immediately, but Ji Shaotian couldn't let the customer go, so he hurriedly rushed over.

"Dad, you're ......"

When the table was raised, Ji Shaotian asked in a low voice.

"Oh, I bought it online before, and I should wear whatever outfit I wear for the ritual!" Ji Chengye smiled faintly.

"Professional!"

Ji Shaotian nodded, he didn't finish this sentence - a professional charlatan!

The table was originally placed in the middle of the hall, Ji Chengye and Ji Shaotian lifted the table in front of Xiao Huang, and Ji Shaotian was still a little expecting Xiao Huang to react when he saw the "magic weapon" of this table.

But Xiao Huang didn't react, and he still smirked, sneered, and hated like he did just now.

And Ji Chengye didn't look at Xiao Huang much, but took out a small bottle from his arms, put a little liquid on the dried leaves, and then began to draw with a pen.

The bowl he brought was red paint, which was used for painting, it should be cinnabar, or it could be rooster blood.

"He's Dr. Tsinghua?"

"Yes, architecture."

"Yo! The Department of Architecture of Tsinghua University is one of the top majors in the world, and Tsinghua University can be ranked so high in the world, and the Department of Architecture has contributed a lot. ”

"Huh."

Ji Chengye chatted casually with Mr. Huang while drawing talismans, like a doctor in a hospital who prescribes prescriptions to patients.

Mr. Huang was just a businessman, and he didn't know much about this, and he didn't have the heart to talk about it, so he smiled awkwardly and didn't continue to answer.

"Do you know who founded the Department of Architecture at Tsinghua University?"

Ji Chengye continued to ask, how could Mr. and Mrs. Huang have the heart to ask questions and answers with him, so he set his eyes on Ji Shaotian.

"Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin are couples, right?" Ji Shaotian replied.

Ji Chengye nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "You kid, if I can be admitted to the Department of Architecture of Tsinghua University in the future, I will be satisfied." ”

"I'm not going to Tsinghua, I'm going to YZ University!"

Ji Shaotian muttered quietly, but did he feel that his father was still in the mood to laugh with him now? Don't you see that the "patient's family" is anxious now?

But looking at Xiao Huang again, a strange feeling suddenly rose in Ji Shaotian's heart, he didn't expect him to be Dr. Tsinghua? This is a scientist, right? Can scientists be hit by ghosts?

Ji Shaotian's worldview suddenly suffered a little impact, but after thinking about it, what the hell did he bump into, and other doctoral students should be under pressure and schizophrenia.

Many scientists have mental problems.