After a pause, he asked again, "Dare to ask the teacher?"

"I am a Taoist priest of the Northern School, and the first master was a stall and taught me a skill. The second master is a storyteller who teaches me how to be a man."

After a moment of silence, I bowed my head again and said, "The last master is sentient beings."

The old master nodded to himself: "Yes, the Dao should be in the world, and it should not live in the temple for a long time."

"Do you have a name for your Taoist temple?"

"Not yet."

"If you don't like it, there is one in the poor road."

I immediately clasped my fists with both hands: "It's an honor."

"Then, let's call it the Immortal Temple."

I was slightly stunned, and hurriedly waved my hand: "The younger generation is ignorant, please solve your doubts."

"The appearance of the clay sculpture is not enough to worry about, and there is a god in the heart, that is, the gods are in the world, so it is named the fairy view."

I thought about it for a while, and yes, the end of the path of cultivation is to cultivate the mind.

"Chen Qi, the head of the Immortal Temple, thank the old head for the name!"

The old boss laughed: "Poor Dao loves to learn literati on weekdays, and he is considered a vassal and elegant, so don't write the words of your mountain gate, I will write you a plaque."

When I heard this, I almost jumped up with excitement.

Chen Liugong's first hand personally gave me the word for the mountain gate, what an honor is this?

"One more thing."

I asked tentatively, "Hui'an, what are you going to do?"

"Expulsion from the division, there is no other choice."

Listening to this categorical tone, it is obvious that there is no room for relaxation.

The old boss raised his hand and counted a few times: "Don't say anything, let's talk about it today."

As soon as I heard this, I couldn't help but admire him a little.

The so-called not speaking from time to time means that he will not speak after 3 o'clock in the afternoon, so as to retain the yang energy in his body to the greatest extent and not leak out.

This is the oldest way of self-cultivation in Taoism, and I didn't expect that there are still people who insist on it.

"Here's for you."

"See it as you see me." He handed me the bracelet that had been twisting: "Go and pick the person you like, and give it to you."

"When friends meet, they naturally give each other gifts."

I couldn't help but feel hot and scared.

I don't know why the head of the family can treat me as a friend.

If you think about it, I guess he's really happy with me.

Now that it's time to see it, save the conversation for the next meeting.

I bowed deeply to the old Taoist priest who had closed his eyes, turned my head and went out with my bracelet.

Chen Gong Palace, a large Taoist temple, is very comprehensive.

The whole Taoist temple is divided into three capitals, five main eighteen heads, three capitals and five main heads, eighteen heads are mainly responsible for daily life such as clothing, food, housing and transportation.

Coming out of the master's bedroom, I went straight to the scripture hall.

There is no one in a Taoist temple who can even recite scriptures, which is really unreasonable.

After seeing the master of the hall, I directly showed the bracelet and said the appeal by the way.

Although he looked confused, he still led me into class.

When Pinri did morning and evening classes, high-ranking Taoist priests sat in the front row.

Standing at the front is the Taoist priest who leads the scriptures, and he needs to be familiar with all the Taoist classics to sit in this position.

It stands to reason that he is the best choice, but if I do this, it is tantamount to hurting the roots of Chen Liugong.

I didn't hit him up and asked for five people in the second row.

I held the bracelet like the sword of the Son of Heaven, all the way unimpeded, and a total of 23 people were transferred in each hall.

This includes the welcoming master of Zhiketang and the head of the warehouse, which basically completes a complete Taoist system.

In addition to Wuwen, there are still 6 places.

There is one last place to go - Yanwu Hall.

Yanwutang will only appear in large Taoist temples, and slightly smaller Taoist temples can't afford to raise these young men who are alive and well.

The hall master of Yanwu Hall is the black-faced Taoist priest who threw the stool just now.

I'm at the church

It's time to mouth, just in time for them to do their homework.

A group of shirtless young men stood in a row, the sticks in their hands were vigorous, and the sound of hehehaha resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

The black-faced Taoist priest was carrying a foot-long rattan in his hand, and he couldn't tell who would fall on him at any time.

I watched from the side for a while, and the black-faced Taoist priest turned around and happened to see me.

Although I have the cronies of their head in my hands, he is a hall master after all, and the etiquette that should be there is no less.

I trotted up to him and handed him the bracelet, "I have been ordered by your head to choose a few men from you."

The black-faced Taoist priest took the bracelet and flipped it in his hand: "There are two moments, the old man's baby fooled you over?"

"Someone, huh?"

"Yes."

He pointed his hand out, "Turn left when you go out, the person you want is there."

I followed his finger and said, "Where is that place?"

"Guys."

I was a little puzzled, "I don't have a shortage of cooks."

"But you're only worthy of cooking."

He looked back at the young man from Yanwutang, "What are you capable of? Why take my people away?"

I immediately understood his intentions: "As a Taoist priest, don't be so distracted, if you don't cook, you drink the wind?"

"You drink the wind! Your whole family drinks!"

Good guy, he's a gas canister, right?