[Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Female Teacher's Dog Training Rules (34)]
Yan Qing had no classes on Wednesday, so she took this opportunity to go back to Qingyun Temple.
"Did anyone see it?" she asked.
Taoist Ziwei twisted his beard and said with a smile: "I will do the work, and you can just rest assured, uncle."
Now he could call him "Uncle Master" without any burden.
Seeing him shaking his head while talking, Yan Qing thought he was studying Xinjiang dance.
The two were standing in a training room on the far left behind the Taoist temple. From the open window, they could see the male disciples practicing martial arts shirtless in the inner courtyard.
Among them, the big guy Xu Pingyuan is the most conspicuous.
Look at those huge pectoral muscles, no wonder Lu Fanghua calls him her male mother in private.
A wall at the back divided the courtyard into two courtyards. The male disciples were shirtless and showing off their muscles, while the female disciples were climbing up the wall together.
It is true that "If I choose to be a Taoist nun, it is definitely not because I have seen through the world, but because I am attracted to the male disciples there."
The old man rubbed his hands and took credit: "The boxing technique they practiced was downloaded by me from Baidu. There is also a side door on the wall of the inner courtyard, leaving a gap for taking photos and live streaming."
Now Qingyun Temple has become a famous attraction in Beijing, and it is said that one can eat the best here.
He also followed Yan Qing's advice and limited the daily customer flow to batches, launching a wave of hunger marketing.
With the help of the state, Qingyun Temple has developed several branches locally.
Taoist temples in other parts of China are also being prepared.
It’s just that the higher-ups are supporting us secretly.
"Finally, I defeated that old bald donkey on the opposite hill." The old man's beard was almost standing up with pride.
After the two predictions that shocked the world were announced, many tourists from abroad came to him, and some even paid him high fees to ask him to tell their fortunes.
He blocked them all with the excuse that "Chinese gods have no right to meddle in foreign affairs."
Some people on the Internet think that Ziwei has supernatural powers, while others say that earthquake prediction comes from the country's latest technology.
The endless debate between the two factions did not prevent Qingyun Temple from becoming increasingly popular.
Yan Qing nodded with satisfaction.
He also knows to invite internet celebrities to check in and keep up with Internet trends. The old man is becoming more and more fashionable.
Taoist Ziwei looked at the sports electronic watch on his wrist: "The time for our second meeting is almost here."
Yan Qing nodded: "Let someone make a pot of good tea for our friend."
There was a screen in the antique-style room, separating the two low tables.
She walked around to the low table behind the screen and sat down.
Soon, a bearded man in a suit came in.
"Master Shangqing?" He sat down at the low table, and the table was pushed forward and hit the screen.
Staring at the vague outline, his eyes widened and his rough face looked even more ferocious.
Yan Qing lifted the lid of the teacup and said, "Mr. Han Wei, I have long heard of your great name."
The second-in-command of the Sanjiang Society is deeply interested in metaphysics. She pushed Qingyun Temple into the public eye, in addition to wanting to revive Taoism.
Another reason is to attract him to come.
Only after all the chess pieces were in their positions could she make her move.
Hearing a female voice, Han Wei wiped his shiny bald head and muttered, "How come the uncle who was supposed to be my master is a woman?"
"Master, I'm here to ask for divination." He stated his purpose directly, but his tone did not reveal the sincerity of seeking divination. Instead, it sounded like he was here to cause trouble.
Thinking that this was in a Taoist temple, he swallowed back the word "Laozi" that he habitually blurted out.
Yan Qing said calmly: "Have some tea first."
Han Wei pursed his lips, and his lips were hidden in his weed-like beard and could not be seen at a glance.
Suppressing his impatience, he drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, like a cow chewing a peony, and even burned his tongue.
His eyes were fixed on the figure on the screen, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the silk cloth to see clearly on the other side.
Taoist Ziwei has been guarding the dilapidated temple for so many years without being noticed, but now he has made Qingyun Temple soar to the sky. It is impossible without someone behind the scenes.
Regardless of whether it is a true prophecy or a false one, the other party has some abilities.
Han Wei was a rough but thoughtful man. He guessed that Yan Qing was not someone to be trifled with, so he had to suppress his hot temper.
When his patience was about to run out, Yan Qing gave him a few words: "The dog is cooked after the rabbit dies."
"Swindler!" Han Wei's face changed drastically after hearing this and he kicked the low table in front of him angrily.
Just as he was about to lift the screen, the male disciples who were practicing martial arts outside came in one after another.
He said meaningfully: "If this happened in the Sanjiang Society's territory, the real person might have been killed because of this sentence."
With a cold snort, he brushed away Xu Pingyuan who was blocking his way and was about to leave.
Yan Qing just chuckled: "At the Hongmen Banquet the day after tomorrow, Second Master must remember not to touch the alcohol."
Han Wei is indeed a man who values friendship and loyalty.
It's a pity that it didn't end well.
In order to clear obstacles for his son, Zhao Jinling's father dealt with Han Wei, the brother who had been with him through thick and thin, before he died of illness.
He was just afraid that after his death, Zhao Jinling, who was too young to control the situation, would end up changing the leader of the Sanjiang Society.
Xu Pingyuan still wanted to stop Han Wei, but Taoist Ziwei waved his hand to persuade him to retreat.
He walked up to Yan Qing and mentioned with a smile that Tong Ruhai had donated another 1 billion to Qingyun Temple, without asking any more questions about Han Wei.
Now, in his opinion, Yan Qing’s words were the will of the ancestor, and he just had to do it.
"The old man is very generous." Yan Qing smiled.
[Qingqing, there is a problem with Xiao Shushu]
Xiao Ba's words made Yan Qing run out immediately.
"Uncle master hasn't told me how to spend the money yet!" The little old man chased after him, swinging his whisk.
Yan Qing didn't even turn his head: "You decide."
Following the route instructions on the system light screen in front of her, she came to a star-rated hotel.
Yang Shu was on the top floor and needed a specific VIP card to get on the elevator. If she hadn't met Jin Han who happened to be there, she would have had to work hard.
The door was kicked open, and the huge noise startled the man lying on Yang Shu and made him turn around.
Zhao Jinling's face was revealed.
Yan Qing walked forward, dragged him to the ground, and slapped him hard on the face: "You disappoint me so much."
This slap made Zhao Jinling sober up a lot. When he saw Yang Shu, who was still unconscious and being held horizontally by Yan Qing, his face suddenly changed.
"Senior Sister!" He hurriedly got up and tried to chase after her, but only got a cold and distant look from Yan Qing.
The effect of the medicine in his body surged up, and his handsome face turned unnaturally red.
The person who was knocked down by Yan Qing outside the door rushed in: "Young Master, do you need to find another woman for you?"
"Get out!" Zhao Jinling pushed him away with a roar and staggered into the bathroom.
The cold water poured over his head relieved some of the dryness, and he sat on the cold ground against the wall.
Rapid breathing.
Five fingers keep moving.
“Senior Sister, Senior Sister…” He groaned through gritted teeth.
No matter how stupid he was, he knew that he was being plotted against.
Or the people around you.
This hotel is owned by the Zhao family, and Jin Han also has his own exclusive suite on the top floor.
After entering the room, Yan Qing put Yang Shu on the bed and checked the degree of her pupil dilation.
"I inhaled some ether." She looked a little more relaxed.
Judging from the situation just now, Zhao Jinling was not in an abnormal state and was obviously tricked.
Yang Shu, who was supposed to be in the academy, was brought here. Was it driven by the plot or was it designed by someone?
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