Su Xiaoming drove the police car and chased for more than ten minutes, but he didn't even see the cow's butt.
But soon he temporarily gave up the idea of continuing to track.
Because he saw the scene of a major road accident.
Su Xiaoming stopped the car in surprise and walked forward. He saw a huge pit in the middle of the road. The pit was in the shape of a cow's hoof, and the solid roadbed was completely damaged.
It doesn't look like it collapsed naturally, but it was stepped on by some kind of giant beast!
Su Xiaoming's eyes widened and his legs trembled a little, because he also saw four luxury cars crushed into discus shapes lying at the bottom of the pit.
"The car belongs to the speedsters?" Su Xiaoming said to himself shakily. From the number on the license plate, he recognized that this was the car driven by the speedsters who had been causing car racing and causing trouble at night in recent months.
"Hmm~hmm! Hmm~" A painful wailing sound came from above.
Su Xiaoming raised his head and saw a huge ball hanging from the street lamp!
Taking a closer look, Su Xiaoming was suddenly frightened.
It turns out that this big ball is actually made up of eight people! They were all naked, and their eight bodies were twisted together by strange forces to form a sphere, hanging from a street lamp and swinging in the wind.
"Report... report to the boss... console, report... boss... console..."
South District of Pinghuai City, the city's commercial and cultural center, is full of tall buildings and brightly lit. The Qinglianguan historical and cultural scenic spot is very conspicuous under the colorful lights.
"The attack was a bit harsh," Feng Yang led Qing Niu on the path in the scenic spot and taught him earnestly, "If I hadn't taken action, you would have almost committed a murder today."
"But Master, I just want them to die physically. Once you take action, they will be socially dead for the rest of their lives!" Qing Niu's mouth twitched slightly, "The light is hung on the street lamp... There is a camera on top of the street lamp... It's a waste. You can figure it out.”
"Don't worry about these details. What about you, if you destroy the road?"
"Isn't that little traffic policeman following you? He will handle it soon."
"Oh, you little cow, you are so naughty, that's all..."
Fortunately, it was midnight, and there were very few vendors and tourists in the scenic area, so no one could see Feng Yang talking to a cow, otherwise he would have given a few heart attacks.
"Master, Qinglian has noticed," Qingniu reminded.
Raising his head slightly, the simple, majestic and solemn Qinglian Temple came into view. Compared with the memory, its gate is more majestic, the bricks are stronger, and the carvings are more exquisite, but it has only lost a bit of spirituality.
"Well, follow me in," Feng Yangyun Danfengqing said.
Just when Feng Yang pushed open the door of the Taoist temple, three young Taoist priests came up to him.
"Hey, the tour time has passed. Come back tomorrow," the young Taoist priest who led him lowered his head to play with his mobile phone. He didn't look at Feng Yang at all when he spoke.
"Elder brother, here is a Taoist priest!" said the thin Taoist priest on the left.
"He also led a cow," the fat Taoist priest on the right added.
"Taoist?" Upon hearing the word "Taoist", the young Taoist raised his head and looked at Feng Yang with a scrutinizing gaze, "Which mountain top are you from? What are you doing in our Qinglian Temple?"
"My name is Feng Yang. I have never entered the mountain gate before, so I came to Qinglian to view an old thing and stay here for a few days," Feng Yang said unhurriedly.
"What? A wild Taoist priest?"
"At first glance, he looks like a liar who is here to eat, drink, and live!"
"I've seen too many people like you, hurry up and get out, believe it or not, we'll call the police!"
The three young Taoist priests immediately became hostile to Feng Yang.
"I'm rude, junior, is this how Qinglian Temple educates its disciples now?" Feng Yang felt a little surprised. Where have the good traditions of Qinglian Temple gone from ancient times to the present?
"Do you care what happens to our Qinglian Temple?" The young Taoist priest who took the lead pointed at Feng Yang's nose with a sinister look on his face, "Are you looking for a beating?"
After saying that, he pushed with both hands.
But how could Feng Yang get used to their bad habits? Broadly speaking, these three guys are all the disciples of their own disciples, so it makes sense for them to educate them.
"Niu'er," Feng Yang glanced sideways at Qing Niu, who had long been impatient.
"Moo!" Qingniu had already seen the three little Taoist priests unhappy, and immediately started to move after hearing the order.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A second later, three young Taoist priests measured the size of the cow's hooves with their faces in pain.
A few bloodshot teeth were scattered on the ground.
Feng Yang also had three giant bun faces in his sight.
"Okay, can we talk properly now?" Feng Yang didn't even look at the three people lying on the ground wailing in pain. He walked to the incense burner that was as tall as one person, lit an incense stick, and put it in with one hand. "Let's talk, how could Qinglian Temple teach you three drunkards and ricebags?"
The three people who had just been ravaged by the hooves of the cow all looked at Feng Yang, their eyes full of fear and confusion.
"Aren't you going to tell me? A stick of incense burns very quickly. Don't you want to test the hardness of the horns yourself?" Feng Yang raised his finger and pointed at the pair of horns of the green bull, "Those can kill people."
When Feng finished speaking, cold sweat fell from the foreheads of the three of them. You looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, the senior brother hesitated and said: "You, you really don't know? Isn't this common sense? "
"Huh?" Feng Yang opened his slightly squinted eyes, "Common sense? What's going on?"
"Master Taoist, you may really be a real person cultivating Taoism in the mountains, but in today's Yanxia Kingdom, all Taoist temples, including temples, have become units directly under the religious alliance and the cultural tourism department, and some are even directly owned by some tourism development companies. The three of us are contracted...actually we are wage earners working here."
Feng Yang listened in confusion. He had not been out of the mountain for more than half a century, and he still didn't know the various settings and common sense in today's world.
The fat Taoist priest was a smart man. He quickly took out his mobile phone and pulled out a few documents. Then he climbed up to Feng Yang and said, "Master Taoist, look, this is the "Pinghuai City Religious Management Regulations" and this is the "Pinghuai City Religious Management Regulations". Yuanda Tourism Group Development and Operation Qinglian Temple Contracting Project Book", this is the "Blue Star Calendar 2037 Qinglian Temple Open Recruitment Announcement"..."
Feng Yang took the fat Taoist priest's cell phone and read the relevant documents with a serious expression, then frowned.
"It means that the current Qinglian Temple is an ordinary cultural and tourism unit operated by a company. It is no longer a Taoist sect. You are not the real Taoist priests, but workers in Taoist robes, working with the factory. Are the workers here no different?" Feng Yang organized his language and asked.
"You can say that...but we have all been trained for a long time. We have mastered the basic Taoist knowledge, and we also abide by the basic Taoist precepts!" The fat Taoist priest hurriedly answered.
At this moment, the Fat Taoist suddenly received a voice message on his cell phone.
Feng Yang glanced subconsciously and saw that the message was sent by someone called "February 17, Dowon Seo Nami".
Feng Yang clicked it curiously, and a burst of ecstatic mature woman's voice came from the phone: "I will cosplay Little Dragon Girl tonight, brother Zhi Bing, wait for you to teach me the Jade Girl Heart Sutra again."
