"Assistant Feng, we can't go any further."
The person who was speaking was the driver. These people were actually also responsible for the safety of Feng Xiaoyun and her siblings.
Starting from the airport, passing the national and provincial highways to the current path, it was only a little after four o'clock in the afternoon, but because the wind and snow were getting stronger, the visibility was already very low.
The vehicle with anti-skid chains was moving extremely slowly, and now they were parked in a small village at the foot of a mountain, more than 40 kilometers away from their destination, Xueling City.
For safety reasons, the driver made the decision not to move forward.
"So what should we do now?" The filming crew consisted of five off-road vehicles and two pickup trucks. Since the safety of so many people was at stake, Feng Xiaoyun chose to trust the opinions of professionals.
"There's a Taoist temple about one kilometer up the mountain from here. I think we can stay there for the night." The driver swiped his tablet twice and replied.
After all, there are so many people. Although the car runs on diesel and has enough fuel, it is not realistic to stay in the car in the snow and ice.
Considering the current situation, the Taoist temple closest to here is the best choice.
After the decision was made, there was no further delay and the convoy headed towards the Taoist temple.
It took them nearly twenty minutes to drive the more than two kilometers. When they arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, the sky at five o'clock looked almost the same as at night.
Feng Xiaoyun got out of the car and knocked on the door, but there was no response after waiting for a long time.
Is there no one here? Just as Feng Xiaoyun was about to knock again, a car behind him suddenly beeped, startling him.
When I turned around, I saw Feng Xiaoyue sitting in the passenger seat honking the horn continuously.
"What are you doing?" Feng Xiaoyun walked back to the car window and asked.
"Are you stupid? It's snowing so hard, you have to shout to talk to me when you stand in front of me. Do you think anyone can hear you knocking on the door?"
Feng Xiaoyun was stunned, as if this was really the case. He could only let Feng Xiaoyue continue to honk the horn.
This trick really worked. Soon a small door next to the Taoist temple opened, revealing a furry head. Don't get me wrong, it's not some mountain goblin or monster, which has been prohibited since the founding of the People's Republic of China. It's just a young man wearing a furry hat.
The young man looked at the large cars parked outside the Taoist temple in confusion. Could it be that his master had done something again that caused them to be blocked at the door?
"Hello, young master!" Feng Xiaoyun stepped forward to greet him. "We were originally planning to go to Xueling City, but the snowstorm was so strong that the roads were blocked. I wonder if we could stay at your Taoist temple tonight?"
It turned out that he was just staying there temporarily, but he had no say in the matter. He just asked Feng Xiaoyun to wait a moment while he asked his master for instructions.
After he went in, he came out not long after, and said a little embarrassedly: "Master said that it's okay for me to stay overnight, but I need... I need..."
"Do I need to pay? No problem!"
"Yes... yes, because the Taoist temple is short of funds, if we want to provide heating for so many of you, it is indeed..."
"It's my duty, it's my duty." Feng Xiaoyun understood this. They had not originally planned to come here to eat and live for free.
"Then please come in!" Seeing that Feng Xiaoyun agreed so readily, the young man didn't say much and stepped aside to let everyone in.
Everyone in the car wrapped themselves tightly and walked into the Taoist temple one by one. Several particularly expensive filming equipment were also carried down.
Following the young man into the back hall, there was a man waiting there. The young man walked up to him, bowed, and said, "Master."
"How is it? Did they agree?"
"Yes~I agree!"
"Then what are you still standing there for? Go turn on the boiler!"
"Oh." The young man nodded at Feng Xiaoyun and ran to the back.
"Haha, welcome, welcome, welcome everyone!" The man also wrapped himself tightly, but his voice sounded very energetic.
"Excuse me!" Feng Xiaoyun imitated a bow. The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, so the man quickly let everyone in.
After entering the house and closing the door, the cold wind stopped and everyone felt better, but it was still cold. After all, the temperature here was already more than 20 degrees below zero.
Especially the feet. Although they were prepared and wore thick shoes, many people still felt that their feet were numb from the cold.
Fortunately, the boiler in the Taoist temple seemed to be in good condition. Soon, with the return of the young man, the temperature in the inner hall gradually rose.
Everyone started taking off their heavy coats, and the two people in the Taoist temple also took off their thick coats. Only then did everyone realize that this was an ordinary-looking young man and a Taoist priest with a bun who was probably in his fifties.
Before Feng Xiaoyun opened his mouth to speak to the Taoist priest, he heard the Taoist priest suddenly shout loudly: "Yanzi!"
Then the old Taoist priest ran to Yan Zi and said excitedly, "It's really you! I am your little grain of salt!"
Quiet~~
The whole room suddenly became quiet. Can you imagine a fifty-year-old Taoist priest with wrinkles all over his face saying to a twenty-something star, "I'm your loyal fan"?
"Ahem! Master~" The young man felt a little embarrassed. He called out "Master" softly from behind, then pulled the corner of the old Taoist's clothes inconspicuously.
"What for?" The old Taoist priest opened his hand and said, "This is the original singer of the songs that Master usually listens to. I told you that Miss Yan Zi is beautiful and has a sweet voice, but you didn't believe me. Now you have seen the real person."
After saying this, the old Taoist priest bowed to Yan Zi and said very formally: "Wulian Tianzun, I am a fan of Miss Yan Zi!"
Yan Zi has come into contact with all kinds of fans in the past year, but this time, she was a little at a loss. Not to mention her, even the old hand Marco was wondering how she would respond if it were her.
"Haha, the Taoist priest is really a man of temperament!" Feng Xiaoyun was the first to react. He went up to greet him and said, "We're going to Xueling City to film a program. The snowstorm was so strong that we had no choice but to stay here. I didn't expect the Taoist priest to like our Yan Zi's songs too!"
The Taoist priest looked at Feng Xiaoyun and slapped his forehead: "Oh, I was saying why do you look so familiar? Isn't this Assistant Feng? Hahaha, last time you gave out red envelopes in the group, I grabbed the most, and you even congratulated me!"
"You~" Feng Xiaoyun thought about it and asked in disbelief, "The one with the online name Xueling Old Taoist Priest is..."
"Hahaha, isn't that the old Taoist priest?" The Taoist priest said with a smile, "Look, you two were filming a show and by chance you ended up here with me. Isn't this fate?"
"Master!" The young man pulled the old Taoist priest aside and whispered in his ear, "You know this person, so why are you still asking him for money?"
"What do you know, kid? Let's put things in perspective! Assistant Feng and the others pay the actual price for their consumption here, and the master doesn't cheat them. What's the problem, right?" The old Taoist asked Feng Xiaoyun with a smile, not embarrassed at all.
"Of course no problem, I said it at the beginning, it's my duty!" Feng Xiaoyun also responded with a smile. Yan Zi, the oldest fan so far, seems to be quite interesting!
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