South Tower, Pengying Palace.
Pengying Palace was formerly the Guandi Temple. After it was damaged during war, Marshal Zhang funded its reconstruction. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it became the Kun Daoyuan. The Ten Years of Disaster left the Kun Daoyuan in ruins.
Today, Pengying Palace is very popular.
Guandi and the Three Pure Ones are enshrined inside, but the most prosperous one is Wang Lingguan.
Wang Lingguan is the chief of the Lingguans in the Heavenly Court, so those who worship him are all powerful people. These people all want to be promoted and rich like Wang Lingguan.
In the middle of the first lunar month, Pengying Palace is most prosperous on the second and third days of the first lunar month. Even the first stick of incense is sold at an exorbitant price.
Unfortunately, this year is particularly deserted.
In front of the Pengying Palace, there are modern RVs surrounding it.
The Taoist priests inside Pengying Palace hadn't come out either. There were no tourists outside, and the street outside was already guarded by Pengying Palace disciples, who were not allowing anyone else to enter.
Inside the temple, a Taoist priest in purple robes had a gloomy face.
"What's this?"
The temple's abbot, Yu Sanping, was utterly depressed; the losses this year had been immense. The Korean Taoists outside, blocking the entrance, engaged in a discussion with Pengying Palace for over ten days.
"well!"
The Taoists nearby also sighed. This discussion was all about arguing about the Dao. The Goryeo Taoist, holding the "Santong Qi", had infuriated the Taoists at Pengying Palace.
"I want you to practice more often. All you do all day is tell fortunes and make money."
"What Taoist scriptures are you studying?"
"In a few days, they will block the door for thirty days. Are we in Pengying Palace really going to lose the Taiqing Sutra to them?" Yu Sanping became angry again.
The Taoist priest hung his head in dejection, and no one said anything.
"Master, we know we were wrong. We have indeed wasted these years."
"We are wrong to be content with pleasure."
Yu Sanping looked at his fellow apprentices and sighed again, "Isn't anyone coming over from Shangqing Monastery?"
"I heard that Patriarch Gao Hua came down the mountain, but was defeated by the disciples sent by Jin Dao."
"What? Elder Gao Hua also failed? He has been practicing for fifty years and has countless Taoist scriptures in his mind."
"Master, this Jindao is very well prepared, especially with the Sixteen Volumes of the "Santong Qi" in his hand, so it must be real."
"Santongqi" is a Taoist classic written by Wei Boyang in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Originally known as "Zhouyi Santongqi," this Taoist text has been passed down for thousands of years. Including the later chapters, it comprises 35 volumes and over 6,000 characters.
Only a part of the scroll seems to have been added by later generations, making it difficult to distinguish.
The sixteen volumes brought by Jin Dao might be the real thing. The Chinese Taoist classics were in Korea, but they were lost. It would be embarrassing to say that.
"We haven't learned "San Tong Qi" either. We were set up from the very beginning." The Taoist next to him said again.
"That's enough."
"Find a way, keep inviting."
"I must not lose. I can't afford to lose this person."
"If we really lose the Taiqing Sutra, we in Pengying Palace will all be martyrs." Yu Sanping had already closed his eyes.
…
At the intersection, a pickup truck drove up.
"Sorry, Pengying Palace is under renovation and is closed recently."
A long-haired man, hugging his cotton-padded jacket, was shaking his head at Heilong. Heilong stretched his head out and was about to ask the man a question when he heard a horn sound behind him.
An RV drove over and pressed the button towards the black dragon again.
The horn was so loud that it startled the white stork. The white bird was very dissatisfied and said to the person behind him, "What's wrong?"
“Ding ding ding.”
The horn sound had continued, which made Black Dragon's face darken.
"What's going on?"
Just as he was about to say something else, the man next to him stamped his foot and said, "Get out of the way quickly. We can't afford to offend these people."
"Who?"
"Alas, they are foreign guests."
The man spoke again, urging Heilong to park the car on the other side.
The RV stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward, almost hitting the man.
Ye Tian got out of the car, looked at the man cursing with his head down, pointed in the direction of the RV and asked: "What is this for?"
"The car from Pengying Palace?"
"I've already told you that he's a foreign guest. Why are you asking about this?" The disciple of Pengying Palace vented his anger on Ye Tian.
"Can you speak? Why didn't you stop me just now?"
Bai Que also jumped down, her eyebrows raised.
The Daoist sect has rules that prohibit the elderly, women, and children from being treated with contempt. Especially women, the disciple looked at Bai Que and took a step back.
"I can't stop him. I've already told you they're foreign guests."
"What's wrong with foreign guests? This is China, our homeland. We can't even enter?"
“I can’t get in.”
The disciple shook his head again, and Bai Que was about to explode on the spot.
"From Goryeo?" Ye Tian tilted his head and looked towards the Pengying Palace Square.
"You, how did you know?"
The disciple was stunned for a moment and looked at Ye Tian and others again.
"What's there to not know? Come on, these people are so arrogant."
Heilong also saw that three people got out of the car that just drove past and were singing and dancing in the square. They even brought out a stove and prepared to roast beef.
"Don't mention it. Shangqing Palace also lost."
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