I nodded, didn't say anything more, just silently thanked the master for his trust.

I like to be trusted, which means that I am successful as a person; But I hate to be trusted, and the trust of others means that I will dance on the tip of a knife.

This is a kind of dance that is a little careless, that is, a catastrophe, one step forward, glorious, one step back, no bones.

However, the feeling of licking blood on the knife edge is indeed a bit fascinating.

I couldn't help but smile and shake my head, my life is really tangled.

The crowd in the courtyard was still chattering, and I slowly walked up to the altar, and the moment I took the master's microphone, I couldn't help but tremble.

I suddenly realized that it was not the microphone that I had taken over, but a heavy responsibility.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the master has important things to do, and I will take care of the rest."

As I spoke, I looked at the people in the audience and took a deep breath: "You guys, you can stay in the Taoist temple." ”

Before I could say the next sentence, the audience was already boiling.

I could only raise my voice a little and say two words heavily: "But." ”

These two words brought a moment of peace to the audience, and I continued: "However, there is a threshold for being a Taoist priest, and within three days, you need to complete the recitation of the entire "Huang Ting Jing". As soon as these words came out, the audience was still boiling.

Sure enough, as I expected, they were now in a frenzy in their heads, and they only cared about becoming disciples of Qingfeng Temple, or rather, they just wanted to touch the divine light up close.

No one cares what "Huang Tingjing" is, let alone how difficult it is to memorize.

"The master of the Taoist temple will give you a place to stay, please be sure to follow the system of the temple."

After saying this, I handed the microphone to the little disciple and whispered in his ear: "One person has one Huang Ting Sutra, and all the rules must be consistent with the Taoist temple." ”

After a pause, I lowered my voice: "Tomorrow's morning class will be an hour ahead." ”

The little disciple looked at me with some incredulity: "This, can this master agree?" ”

"I'll carry it if something happens."

The little disciple's eyes were a little empty, and he muttered, "One hour ago, that is, three o'clock in the morning. ”

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "This is also the time of the Ramadan Festival, there is nothing wrong with it." ”

With that, I walked down from the altar.

I wanted to go to Xuanhu, but as soon as I turned the corner, someone patted me on the back.

I turned around and there was an old man of no age, dressed in a black coat, a black melon-skin hat, and a pair of round sunglasses.

The moment I saw him, I instinctively felt uncomfortable, he was dressed like a shroud worn when he was buried.

The old man nodded politely to me: "Disturb, little master." ”

I hurriedly and politely responded, "What advice do you have?" ”

The old man stretched out his hand and groped tentatively a few steps forward, and I watched his cautious steps as if I understood something.

"The contemptible surname is Wang, and he is a blind man who sets up a fortune teller on the street. Yesterday I heard the reputation of Qingfeng Temple in the market, and now I believe it and want to come and see it. If Qingfeng Guan is not disgusted, can he be willing to accept Lao Suo? ”

Hearing this, I can't help but be in awe, this kind of gentleman who tells fortunes on the street, we all call it "Guojiang Dragon" in our industry, this kind of gentleman has a teacher, but there is no teacher, and he eats purely by craftsmanship on weekdays, and lives a hungry and full life.

Generally speaking, such gentlemen have a sense of arrogance, disdain for whom to cling to, and concentrate on doing their own business, which is their entire task.

But when I think about it, how can such a backbone gentleman be willing to live in Qingfengguan?

"It's not easy for you to come and go in the wind and rain."

I didn't express my doubts, but gave a tentative compliment.

Old man Wang smiled: "Yes, they are all cultivators, and I don't want to wander, especially when I'm old and want to find a home." I heard that the Qingfeng Temple of the Three Qing Nights, presumably, this Qingfeng Concept must be a place with real skills, and the old decay came here! ”

I relaxed a little and said, "Yes, the fallen leaves return to the roots, and when you are old, you should find a home." ”

"Welcome to Qingfeng Temple."

Old man Wang paused for a moment and laughed inexplicably: "However, I have to see if Qingfeng Guan is well deserved." ”

Sure enough, don't look at this old man who came to the door to find a home, but he still didn't bow his head casually, and the arrogance on his body did not dissipate.

As the saying goes, good birds choose trees to perch, that's the case.

I laughed too, "So how do you want to try?" ”