Today's Qingping Temple is no longer the forgotten Taoist temple, the whole town and even the county seat, and even the provincial capital are very famous.

What's more, there are many netizens who come from other provinces to join in the fun

in a small town.

All the hotels were full, and they still couldn't satisfy the pilgrims who came to visit the festival.

Such a grand event.

Reporters from county TV stations and even provincial cities also rushed over to see why Qingpingguan was so popular.

....

Qingpingguan mountainside.

On a newly built small square.

There are at least 1,000 people at a glance, including lively netizens, local villagers, reporters with tasks, and local community workers responsible for maintaining order.

On the stone steps leading from the square to the Taoist temple, a cordon is pulled, and there are special staff to maintain order so as not to cause unrest.

The countdown to the start of the ceremony was two hours.

A group of young Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, stepping on their feet, and wearing yin and yang hats on their heads attracted everyone's attention.

These young Taoists are the same people who graduated together at the beginning.

"Camera, give a close-up, our Xuanqing Daoist has a really big face, so many Taoist priests came to cheer for it."

Reporters turned their cameras into the past.

Netizens who eat melons and watch the excitement are not to be outdone, and in this era when everyone is self-media, they have also used their mobile phones to shoot short videos.

"There's a little brother who is so handsome, I don't know what sect they are, can they play friends?"

"Ah, they're heading in."

In the midst of people's gaze.

These young Taoists crossed the cordon and walked into the Taoist temple, while the staff waiting outside the line did not stop them in the slightest.

Just when everyone was confused.

The host on the high platform shouted into the microphone.

"Xuanming Daoist, Xuanjing Daoist, Xuanhui Daoist.... Ten pairs of pen and ink, six wild ginseng plants, congratulations to the master of Xuanqing Temple! ”

The sound echoed throughout the square along the stereo.

Looked at.

The people who ate melons in the square suddenly realized that after those Taoists went up the mountain, they went directly in, and it turned out that they were going to give congratulatory gifts.

....

Inside the Taoist temple.

Xuanqing received these fellow Taoists at the door, "Fellow Daoists, thank you for your love to watch the ceremony, please come in!" ”

"Daoist friends are polite."

"Amitayus longevity, the scenery of this place is really good."

"Fusheng is immeasurably heavenly, and he is envious of poverty."

...

A group of Taoists saluted one after another, and then visited this Qingping Temple.

After the renovation of a professional construction company, the Qingping Temple has long been restored to its dilapidation, and various facilities have been upgraded on the basis of preserving the historical heritage.

The entrance to the main hall.

The little boy Huai Qingyun had already taken the incense and was waiting at the door, and after seeing a group of Taoist priests coming over, he quickly stood up straight.

"Amitayus, I've seen all the seniors, please take the incense!" Huai Qingyun handed over the incense in his hand.

Five or six-year-old Xiaodao Tong, with a chubby face and skin full of collagen, just this appearance makes people love, not to mention so sensible and obedient.

It's not.

After a Taoist took the incense, he couldn't help but get started, pinched the face of the cute little boy in front of him, and rubbed it twice.

"Yo hey, the little boy looks so handsome, how old is he this year?"

Huai Qingyun was slightly stunned, and felt that his face was attacked, so he reacted and hurriedly dodged to the side.

"Hmph, don't pinch my face."

Originally.

When I saw these Taoists, wearing the same clothes as the master, they must have been almost indifferent to the old man's personality, but I didn't expect that like those hateful women, they like to move their hands and feet.

....

The Taoist priests took incense from Huai Qingyun, came to the Sanqing Taoist ancestor, and respectfully performed the three kneeling and nine bowing ceremonies.

It's over.

Under the guidance of Xuanqing, the Taoist priests came to a dining room.

In this country, whether it is ordinary people or monks, eating is indispensable in the etiquette of dealing with guests.

"Fellow Daoists, Poor Dao has prepared spiritual porridge for you."

As the words fell, the curtain on the kitchen door was opened.

The people of the Tao looked away.

I saw a slender woman walking out with a tray in her hand.

On top of the tray, there were also many small bowls, and inside each bowl was porridge made of spiritual rice.

At the moment when the spiritual porridge was presented, a rich and extreme aroma permeated the entire dining room.

"It's so fragrant, what kind of rice is this?"

"No wonder it's called Lingmi, I can't help it just because of the fragrance."

"I heard that there is a kind of rice that is poured out of the snow water of the Himalayan mountains, which is expensive and has a compelling aroma, could it be this kind of rice?"

...

A bowl was presented in front of each person.

Where have the Daoists seen such good things, they all whispered, their throats couldn't help surging, and the anticipation in their eyes couldn't be suppressed.

Looked at.

With a smile on his face, Xuan Qing said to everyone: "Fellow Daoists, please!" ”

"Okay, please!"

"Then you're welcome."

Spiritual porridge lower abdomen.

A warm feeling rose from the lower abdomen and reverberated throughout the body, and in just an instant, sweat appeared on everyone's foreheads.

Delicious.

The delicacy that cannot be described in words, and the people of the Tao are eager to swallow their tongues.

It's worth it~

This idea welled up in the minds of these young viewers.

The wild ginseng they sent was all dug by themselves, and the ink paintings of the congratulatory messages were also written by themselves, that is, they spent some fare to eat such delicious, it was simply worth it.

......

Outside the Taoist temple.

on a small square.

There is still half an hour left before the official start of the temple ceremony.

Another figure appeared from the bottom of the mountain, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw an old man wearing a purple trimmed robe, with a ruddy complexion and white beard, just like an old fairy like the Tai Bai Xing in the Journey to the West.

Everyone was shocked by the image of this old immortal, but they didn't expect these Taoist priests to be so good-looking after they got old.

Of course.

There are also insiders who saw this old Taoist priest, the purple trim of his cuffs, and they were a little surprised, but they didn't expect the top people of the Taoist sect to come to congratulate Qingpingguan.

Behind the old man, there was also a girl and a middle-aged man with a bald Mediterranean head, this greasy middle-aged man had nothing to say.

Looking at the girl, I saw that her skin was snow-white, her eyes were smart and playful, and she was wearing a well-fitting robe, and her strange appearance was cute.

However.

Some people look at the old man, some look at the girl, and some ... He looked at the greasy bald man from the Mediterranean.

"Huh... Isn't that the boss of our county's investment promotion department, why did he follow behind this old Taoist? ”

A reporter who has done financial topics keenly discovered the identity of a man.