"yes, I'm ......."

He was just about to say when he waved his hand again: "Oh, you open first, and you'll know when you get there."

I knew it was outrageous in itself, but I didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

According to the plan of the map, a dome and a high-pointed building appeared in my realization.

The chanting was already in my ears, and I tilted my head to see a priest in a black robe leading the believers in prayer.

I was just about to stop, but I was stopped by the little Taoist priest.

"Not this!"

A few big characters in Mary Sue Church are hanging here, no mistake.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the path beside him, "Enter from here."

Forget it, hold back.

As he intended, I turned along the path and did not let the priest stop until a white house appeared in front of me.

I looked around and it was supposed to be the backyard of the church.

In addition to the two garbage bins with lids in the backyard, the only thing left is this small dilapidated house.

For the first time, the little Taoist priest put away his hippie smile, hugged his hands together and picked them out.

"The ......"

He half-bowed his head and cleared his throat, "Just, this room in front."

I became more and more shocked and asked, "Is this a Taoist temple?"

"Hmm."

In the blink of an eye, his voice was as low as a mosquito's chirping, leading the way, and he walked out first.

As I moved, I began to see the sign diagonally poked at the door.

"Prayer?"

The handwriting is a bit blurry, and there is a lot of dust on it, so much so that it looks particularly laborious.

The little Taoist priest paused, just nodded, and did not speak.

"Squeak."

The door of the broken house was pulled open, and the little Taoist priest stepped up first, bowing respectfully inside.

"Master, I'm back, and I've brought guests with me."

"The humble house does not entertain guests, and there is no food and no feast. You kid......

Before he could finish speaking, there was a weak cough in the room.

The little Taoist priest did not put down his hands, turned his head to look at me, pursed his lips and nodded.

I walked up the stairs in three or two steps, and what caught my eye was a yellowed image of Sanqing.

The straw mat on the side was hidden in half a shadow, and the half-lying old man propped up his thin little arms and sat up with great difficulty.

The simple action of going from lying down to sitting made him breathless.

What I didn't expect was that he actually put his hands together and pinched the meridian seven stars.

"The donor laughed, the poor road was infected with wind and cold, and it was inconvenient to go to the ground."

I never imagined that I would be faced with this kind of scenario.

I also clenched my fists and saluted back: "Senior is polite, Chen Qi, the successor of the Northern Sect, will salute you."

"Oh?"

The old man's cloudy eyes lit up visibly, "Are you from the Northern Sect?"

"Uh-huh......

I hesitated, it was hard to explain, so I nodded.

The old man made a gesture to stand up, and he did not forget to instruct, "Xiao An, go to the church again and borrow a stool."

The little Taoist priest hurriedly bowed his hand: "You rest first, I'll go out and move the stool."

As soon as I turned around, he gave me a look, and I immediately understood.

Closing the door, he said, "You have seen everything."

"We didn't have the money to rent a space, so we moved the temple here, and the rent for this house is much cheaper."

"However, the rent here is almost due, and we don't know where to go if we move again."

This scene is completely different from what I thought.

When I hear that, I'm a little shocked.

I always felt that I was going to die of poverty, but now that I look at it, I still don't have a correct understanding of the word poverty.

"I know I look like a beggar." Xiao An scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "If it weren't for the fact that there was no way, I wouldn't have brought you over."

"I feel guilty of doing the inheritance of my ancestors like this."

Thinking about the Sanqing statue I saw when I first entered the door, I really felt sad.

Compared with sadness, there is more helplessness and embarrassment.

Some Taoist temples are so rich that they are oily, and some are so poor that they have nowhere to put the three Qings.

They worship the same god, but the treatment is very different.

Seeing that I was silent, Xiao An prayed again, "It's really not good, can you lend me some money?"

I waved my hand, and I had already made up my mind, "There are 50,000 in all, half for one person."

"Fifty thousand?"

Xiao An suddenly raised his tone: "Why did you give me 10,000 yuan?"

When he asked, I was stunned.

After thinking about it, it is reasonable, Liang Hai is a businessman after all, and he can understand it when he watches people put down dishes.