[Chapter 77 Chapter 77 The Female Teacher’s Dog Training Rules (4)]
Qingyun Temple is located on the top of Qixia Mountain and is said to have existed for quite some time.
Unfortunately, Buddhism became popular and the Taoist temple declined, and a large number of incense sticks flowed to the Lingyin Temple opposite.
Entering the courtyard, Yan Qing looked up and saw that the Taoist temple plaque, which had been in disrepair for many years, was crumbling.
Just as I was about to step over the threshold, an old man in a robe came towards me.
Yan Qing felt that he looked familiar, and it took him a long time to remember who he looked like.
Like Grandpa Daoyang in Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.
It would look more like her if she put a flower on her hair.
"Excuse me, fellow Taoist, what can I do for you?" Taoist Daoyang shook his sleeves and asked in a literary tone.
Yan Qing's eyes slid from the faded Tai Chi diagram on his robe to his round-toed shoes that showed his big toe to greet people.
The Taoist priest stepped back and coughed to hide his embarrassment: "This Taoist friend?"
Yan Qingying bowed: "Master."
The Taoist priest widened his eyes and opened his mouth: "I have never accepted a disciple."
"Ten thousand." Yan Qingliang pointed out a finger.
He waved his hand: "I have already closed my temple and will no longer accept disciples."
"Twenty thousand." Yan Qing continued to increase the chips.
His eyes lit up, but he still said reservedly, "Taoists don't tell lies."
"Fifty thousand." Yan Qing added.
He couldn't hide the joy on his face, but pretended to be embarrassed: "I have no destiny with you Taoist friends."
Yan Qing straightened his back: "Do you want 30,000 love? If not, forget it."
"Hey, why don't you play by the rules, fellow Taoist?" Taoist Daoyang couldn't hold back his expression, and his hand trembled as he pointed at her, with a hint of grievance in his voice.
Yan Qingyang raised his eyebrows: "One hundred thousand for one price, in exchange for you calling me uncle-master."
"This..." The Taoist priest looked at her face, and seeing that she was unmoved, he twirled his beard and said, "Deal!"
Fearing that Yan Qing would go back on his word, he rushed into the temple and drew up a contract, with his name already signed in black and white.
He took the red clay, pulled out the brush from his hair and handed it to Yan Qing, asking her to sign.
Yan Qing took the pen and signed.
He took it and looked at it, his eyes almost popped out: "Shangqing Zhenren? Real-name registration is popular now, how about -"
"You should call me uncle." Yan Qing reminded, "I learned this from Taoist Ziwei."
He laughed dryly twice: "For those who have entered the Tao, secular reputation is not important, haha, it is not important."
As he spoke, he placed his thumb on his index finger and compared.
Yan Qing gave him a heart with both hands.
He was so confused that he stammered, "I, I said no, it's not about this, money! Money! For the Lord, I can't go back on my promise."
"I'm coming." Yan Qing looked back mysteriously and patted his shoulder. "Junior Brother Ziwei, you just need to help me build momentum in front of the noble."
The Taoist frowned and looked at her suspiciously.
She gestured: "After the matter is completed, you can double it."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her robe and walked into the Taoist temple.
The Taoist priest wanted to argue with her, but when he looked up, he found that someone really was going up the mountain.
The leader was wearing a Zhongshan suit, holding a dragon-headed cane in his hand, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits.
Look at the temperament that is rare among ordinary people. It is really a noble person who has visited him.
He hurriedly went up to him and after a few words he found out that the other person was the richest man.
Mr. Tong came here just to donate money, using this dilapidated Taoist temple to create a name for charity.
By then, a wave of Taoist sentiment will be generated on the Internet, which will leave room for the company's stock to rise significantly.
Yan Qing, who was hiding behind the statue of the Three Pure Ones, heard the Taoist priest mention that her uncle had come out of retreat and praised her to the skies.
I just think it's a waste of his talent if he doesn't become a talk show host.
After hearing the Taoist priest praise the "Shangqing Zhenren" for his amazing foresight, Tong Ruhai looked at him again and again.
Thinking that the purpose of coming here was to donate money, it would not hurt to give more, so he smiled and said, "I hope the Taoist priest can introduce me to someone else."
When Yan Qing came out, he showed a look of "as expected", with contempt in his eyes, but he didn't show it.
“I didn’t expect the real person to be so young.”
He clasped his hands together on the cane in front of him, and rubbed the back of his right hand with his left index finger.
Yan Qing placed the whisk he had picked up from behind on his elbow and greeted him with a smile: "May you be blessed with infinite blessings, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Tong Ruhai's eyes did not move. He had not kept his whereabouts in Qingyun Temple a secret today, so he did not react to her words that she had come here specially to wait for him.
Yan Qing's smile was still unpredictable, he lowered his eyes and counted on his fingers: "Mr. Tong will have a small disaster today, which is a sign of physical illness. The noble person is in the southwest direction."
As soon as she finished speaking, the cell phone in Tong Ruhai's pocket vibrated.
"Sorry."
The person who answered the phone had a clear change in his attitude towards her.
I just received news from the hospital that his physical examination report has just come out.
It was known that he had a lesion in his lungs, and the authoritative doctor who could perform surgery was in Gan City in the southwest.
It corresponds exactly to Yan Qing’s words.
This is how all his physical symptoms can be seen with just one glance.
Tong Ruhai did not suspect that the hospital that issued the report was in collusion with Yan Qing. After all, it was his Tong family's private hospital and the test results had just come out.
"Real person." His tense expression relaxed.
Yan Qing nodded slightly: "I will give you two more divinations, Mr. Tong."
She pretended to walk around Tong Ruhai in a circle, calculating quickly with her fingers.
"Sir, if there is evil in your house, there will be disaster. When entering the house, you should walk to all directions and avoid the center."
After a pause, she pretended to be profound, and then continued: "I saw that the sir's children's palace was covered with fog, and I am afraid that some of his bloodline has been left outside."
Tong Ruhai heard her last sentence, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched excitedly: "If it works, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
His Tong family had few children. The eldest son and his wife died in a plane crash, and the second son was idle and did not work.
What they are most worried about is that their hundreds of years of foundation will fall into the hands of others.
After he left, Taoist Ziwei came up to him and asked, "Is what you said true?"
Yan Qing just smiled without saying a word, staring at him until he felt itchy all over, and he stroked his beard guiltily.
With Xiao Ba around, it was not difficult to know Tong Ruhai's physical examination results in advance.
As for the last two hexagrams, one comes from the original owner's memory, and the other comes from the world's plot.
The chandelier in the Tong family's living room fell down, and the maid who was cleaning the coffee table died on the spot. This incident was on the news, so the original owner had some impression of it.
As for the blood that is scattered outside——
After his brother and sister-in-law passed away, the former Second Young Master became the praised Young Master Tong.
This young master Tong has a bad reputation, so even if measures are taken, it is not surprising that there will be some fish that slip through the net.
"What about the money..." The Taoist priest rubbed his hands like a child.
Yan Qing pointed at the checks on the table with his whisk: "They are all there."
Taoist Ziwei’s smile froze.
Isn’t this the money that Tong Ruhai gave to renovate the Taoist temple?
Looking at Yan Qing's back as he walked down the mountain, his eyelids twitched and he felt like he had been tricked.
He snorted in dissatisfaction: "You little bitch, you're just bluffing."
He picked up the check and smiled again.
With this money, the seriously ill children in the orphanage that he sponsored in the name of the Taoist temple were saved.
The old and dilapidated kiln is still habitable, but wealth and fame are like passing clouds.
This is what it means to “feathered robes are always of smoky color, and do not attract peach and plum blossoms in the world.”
【Qingqing, where are we going now? 】
"Help the tadpole find his father."
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