This Taoist temple, established in the Ming Dynasty, has weathered many storms and hardships, and finally came to an end in the new era.

A real estate company took a fancy to the location of the Taoist temple. Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, shrouded in mist and with shimmering blue waves, the scenery was beautiful. They decided to transform the place into a resort, which would attract a lot of visitors and would surely be a huge profit.

For the government, it's a good thing that someone is developing the land, as it not only generates revenue from land sales but also boosts the local economy.

The old Taoist priest, who had lived most of his life and suddenly lost his home, did not argue or insist on his own way. Instead, he nodded and accepted the government's suggestion. After all, the government needed funds to develop the local economy, and it would be good to make some contribution.

Therefore, they invited the villagers at the foot of the mountain and held a vegetarian banquet to celebrate the relocation of the Taoist temple.

After the young Taoist priest finished speaking, Chu Fang nodded.

After the banquet, everyone cleaned up the kitchen waste. Chu Fang stood in front of the Taoist temple, stretching and looking down. It was indeed a beautiful view: surrounded by beautiful mountains, with the Nine-Bend Stream crystal clear, winding and turning, ancient trees reaching the sky, and lush greenery.

Chu Fang admired the beautiful scenery.

"Damn it!" The old Taoist priest exclaimed, his words filled with the essence of Chinese culture. "The place that even the Japanese devils couldn't find back then has actually been found by those capitalists, and they've even managed to build a resort there. Those capitalists are really smart. I really want to hang them on a street lamp and light them like a sky lantern for me."

Chu Fang pursed his lips: "Daoist Master, capitalists can be good or bad..."

In terms of social class, he is also a capitalist.

He didn't want to be burned alive.

"A great man once told us that capital is born bloody. If there's a 20% profit, capitalists will be eager to seize it; if there's a 200% profit, capitalists will disregard the law; if there's a 300% profit, then capitalists will..." The old man spoke slowly and deliberately about Capital.

“That group of people have their eyes on my Taoist temple. They won’t bring any benefit to the local people; instead, they’ll just make things worse.”

Chu Fang asked, "Then why didn't you resist?"

"Will it work?" The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes at him.

That's true.

Just then, several cars came from the foot of the mountain and stopped in front of the Taoist temple, and a group of people got out of the cars.

At the front were two people. One was a middle-aged man wearing an exquisite suit, well-tailored with smooth lines. A delicate fountain pen was slightly visible in the suit pocket. His hair was neatly combed, exuding a mature and steady demeanor.

The other was dressed in a black leather jacket, impeccably and professionally, with a faint smile on his face.

The old Taoist sighed and, as he went to greet them, he complained, "Hurry up, hurry up, like you're on your deathbed. Are you about to be reincarnated? I have connections in the underworld. Once we're there, I'll make you all pay."

"Master Qingfeng," the man in the leather jacket, a high-ranking government official, bowed and greeted him, "Thank you for your strong support of our work..."

If Qingfeng Daoren doesn't agree, this matter will be quite difficult to handle.

Qingfeng Daoren flicked his whisk and said, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings."

I don't want to talk.

The middle-aged man paced back and forth, surveying the Taoist temple—the front gate, the back hill, the gardens, the shrine… He nodded quietly, and as he looked around, he whispered to the staff behind him about future plans: “Build a few villas here, nestled among the trees, so that opening the window gives you that natural feeling…”

The old Taoist priest twitched the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing about the revised plan, he couldn't hold back any longer. After all, this was the place where he had lived most of his life, and he said angrily, "Be careful of the wrath of the Three Pure Ones!"

"Taoist priest, you don't need to curse me." The middle-aged man smiled, unconcerned. "I've had bad luck since I was a child, and I don't believe in ghosts or gods."

“Then you should believe it,” the old Taoist replied.

"Why?"

The old Taoist priest spoke softly: "Although you often have a smile on your face, your complexion is gloomy, as if shrouded in smog; your face is broad and your forehead is low, which is a sign of rudeness and barbarity. Such a face is like someone who licks blood off a knife's edge and is prone to failure."

The middle-aged man touched his face and said, "Taoist priest, you're amazing. I won't argue with you anymore. When are you leaving?"

"Wait a minute."

The old Taoist priest harbored resentment, sighed as if exhaling his pent-up anger, and finally let go of his obsession.

Let it go with the wind.

The old Taoist nodded to Chu Fang and said, "Let's go, I'll help you fulfill your vow."

Chu Fang followed the old Taoist priest into the temple, where the Three Pure Ones came into view: Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, and Taiqing Daode Tianzun.

The three people sat high in the hall, their faces remarkably lifelike.

Looking at the Three Pure Ones, the old Taoist priest complained, "You three brothers take the incense offerings but do nothing. What's the use of worshipping you? Now look what's happened, your houses have been demolished."

"Fine, I'll find a quieter place to house the three of you. This house is a bit small, but you'll have to make do. Don't blame me..."

The young Taoist priest lit incense, and wisps of white smoke drifted into the air. He then handed the incense to Chu Fang, who knelt on the prayer mat. The old Taoist priest stopped complaining and his expression suddenly became serious, as if he were facing an upcoming major exam. He flicked his whisk and muttered Taoist phrases.

It was clear that they were fulfilling a vow for Chu Fang, uttering profound words that scattered around.

The voice seemed to possess a strange magic, and the surrounding noise suddenly quieted down as everyone silently watched the Three Pure Ones.

About ten minutes later, the votive offering was over. The old Taoist nodded to Chu Fang, who kowtowed three times and inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.

Upon seeing that the ceremony was over, the old Taoist's eyes dimmed slightly.

"Young Master Chu, you may leave now," the old Taoist priest said.

Chu Fang stood up: "I haven't paid the incense money I owed you yet."

"Forget it, just focus on living a good life. Living a good life in reality is more important than anything else. Don't cling to these outdated ideas. Living a good life in this world is enough."

"That won't do," Chu Fang said stubbornly. "I think the Three Pure Ones are very powerful."

He then took out a paper ticket from his pocket and handed it to the old Taoist priest: "This is my incense money."

The old Taoist priest took the ticket and glanced at it unconsciously. The numbers on it immediately caught his eye. After a while, he stared at Chu Fang and said, "No, are you kidding me?"

"No, this is something I've already prepared." Chu Fang shrugged. "Don't refuse, just take it. I received far more from the Three Pure Ones than I gave. I admire the Three Pure Ones. You can spend this money however you like. I remember you once said you wanted to renovate the Taoist temple and turn it into a tourist attraction, which would benefit the local people and allow the temple to be passed down. I think this money should be enough."

The old Taoist looked at the check, glanced at Chu Fang, and then looked up at the towering statue of the Three Pure Ones: "Damn it! You three brothers have finally done something decent!"