Before I could say anything, he had already stood up, faced the wall, and bowed slightly to the portrait of Sanqing: "We are all disciples of Sanqing, so there is no room for apology."
Having said that, this knot is finally solved.
According to the rules, as long as they can recognize the same ancestor, it will be the end of the past.
Turning his head, the old master looked at me again: "I wonder where Guiguan is?"
"In Monan, the viewing has not started yet."
"When you start the viewing, Chen Liugong will definitely send a plaque, and Pindao will also be there. From now on, we will come and go often!"
To be honest, for a small Taoist temple like me, it is a great honor to be presented with a plaque by Chenliu Palace.
An honor is an honor, not a meal.
I rubbed my palms together loudly: "Look, I have an account with you and Chen Liugong now, right?"
After saying that, I deliberately kept my eyes on the Dao Seal.
The old boss would smile and say, "I will also explain it to you."
"Real money, just ask."
The old boss stood up and took my hand: "Don't worry, I'll send someone to escort you out of Moxi and make sure you get home safely."
Human spirits are human spirits, and he clearly guessed my little thoughts.
I quickly waved my hands and said with a smile: "If that's the case, I am a blackmailer."
The bright eyes of the old leader flashed: "What do you mean?"
"We don't know each other anymore. You also said that we often visit each other. How about we exchange Taoism?"
"Oh?" The glint in his eyes turned to suspicion: "How to communicate?"
"I'm asking you to borrow some Taoist priests to spread the branches and leaves here, and then ask your eight masters to help check it."
"In this case..." I deliberately stayed for a few seconds and looked at the Sanqing on the wall: "Promoting Taoism widely is worthy of the Sanqing."
The old master stopped twisting the pillar for an instant and laughed loudly: "You are trying to find someone from me."
"It's communication."
"Okay, okay, according to you, it's communication."
He raised his longevity eyebrows slightly: "How long is the communication time?"
"As short as three months, as long as one year."
"How many people are needed?"
"Not many, 30 people. The little Taoist named Wuwen at the door also lent me some."
"Pah, pah, pah..."
The old master's hand moved again: "Thirty people, in exchange for my ancestor's inheritance, will not be a loss."
"30 people can take action at any time. The Eighth Master will arrive later."
I was already happy in my heart, but Lian Shang couldn't show it at all. He could only nod his head pretending to be melancholy: "That's fine."
"Go on, what else do you want?"
I didn't expect the old master to be so generous, and I don't need anything else.
"Just eat enough." I patted my belly: "It's such a big place, so I don't dare to eat too much."
The old boss said three good things in a row: "Know restraint, know how to advance and retreat, be sensible, and be measured."
After he had laughed enough, he spoke again: "I don't know what to call you."
"Chen Qi."
The old headmaster nodded to himself: "The little fairy from Monan, is that you?"
I was immediately flattered: "I didn't expect that ***'s trivial details could reach your ears."
He slowly raised his head and stared for a long time.
"Are you really under 30?"
"There's no need to lie to you."
"It's rare to be unfazed by favors and humiliations and not show off your talents."
He complimented him a few times just now, which sounded like a joke, so I didn't pay much attention to it.
The seriousness on his face now makes me feel that I can't bear it: "You are so flattering that you dare not accept this praise."
The old master suddenly fell into silence: "The twelve sons of Chenliu Gong are already the best among hundreds of people, but no one has such a character."
"Hui'an suffers from the fault of his character. He always thinks about success and fame immediately. Little does he know that behind the blooming, he is working in the dark."
