The Zhengyang Sect is located on a hilltop. A large hall is built on the hillside to enshrine ancestors and gods. From the moment the mountain gate opens in the morning, there is a constant stream of people coming in.
Jiang Chunian said, "It seems that the Zhengyang Sect is quite famous in the local area."
"Indeed." Taoist Priest Qinghui nodded and said, "The Zhengyang Sect has been established here for a hundred years. The locals have great faith in the Zhengyang Sect. Many people come to burn incense every day, which is also the main source of income for the Zhengyang Sect."
Jiang Chunian looked at the endless stream of tourists and believers and said, "So, our operation today is not going to be easy."
Taoist Qinghui: "Even if it's difficult, we have to do it."
The two looked at each other, and Taoist Qinghui said, "Let's go up too."
In addition to the temple, Zhengyangzong also has other scenic spots. After burning incense, tourists can play around the entire mountain. Therefore, the parking lots are all at the foot of the mountain. Tourists can choose to walk up the mountain by themselves or take a sightseeing bus.
Of course, there is a flight of stairs in front of the main hall of Zhengyang Sect, which one has to climb by himself to show sincerity.
So if Jiang Chunian and the others wanted to avoid alerting Qi Yongde and the others, they had to pretend to be like other tourists and take the sightseeing bus up the mountain.
At that moment, Taoist Qinghui said to Jiang Chunian, "I'm sorry to inconvenience my junior uncle."
They were to play grandparents and grandchildren.
Jiang Chunian laughed and said, "What's wrong with that? You're older than me, so it's not an exaggeration for me to call you grandpa."
Taoist Qinghui smiled and said, "As long as Junior Master Uncle doesn't feel wronged, that's good."
At that moment, Taoist Qinghui and Jiang Chunian got on a sightseeing bus together. Jiang Chunian looked at the scenery on both sides and said to Taoist Qinghui with a smile: "Grandpa, it's so beautiful here."
"Of course." Taoist Qinghui was as amiable as any other grandfather. "This Bodhisattva of the Zhengyang Sect is even more effective. Once you worship her, your wish will surely be granted."
A nearby tourist chimed in, "That's true. The Bodhisattvas of our Zhengyang Sect are famous for their efficacy. This young lady is hoping for marriage, right? Our Zhengyang Sect's marriage divinations are also very effective. If the time comes, buy a fortune stick and hang it on the marriage tree. It will bless you to find your ideal husband."
Jiang Chunian laughed and said, "Really? Then I'm definitely going to go get one."
Taoist Qinghui laughed and said, "Shameless."
Jiang Chunian glanced at him and said, "Why aren't I ashamed to ask for a good husband? Could it be that Grandpa doesn't want his granddaughter to marry into a good family?"
"Of course I want to marry into a good family." Taoist Qinghui said helplessly: "Hang on. If hanging on to one doesn't work, hang on to ten."
"Do you want me to marry ten men?" Jiang Chunian said.
The tourists couldn't help laughing when they heard this.
Taoist Qinghui couldn't help but raise his hand to hit her on the head: "What nonsense. What do you mean by ten or eight? One good grandson-in-law is enough."
The two took the sightseeing cable car to the steps of the Taoist temple.
The tourists who were traveling with him kindly pointed out the marriage tree to Jiang Chunian and said, "The marriage tree is over there. First, go to the main hall to worship Guanyin, and then go to the marriage tree to pray for blessings."
"Okay, thanks." Jiang Chunian thanked with a smile.
"It seems that we need to go and worship this Bodhisattva first." Jiang Chunian turned around and said to Taoist Qinghui.
"Not only that, you also have to go to the marriage tree to pray for blessings." Taoist Qinghui joked.
Jiang Chunian pretended not to understand: "Grandpa, you are so old, and you are still tempted by worldly desires?"
Taoist Qinghui couldn't help but knock her on the head: "Nonsense."
"Let's go. Let's go up." Taoist Qinghui put his hands behind his back and walked up the stairs.
Jiang Chunian took two quick steps: "Grandpa, let me help you."
Taoist Qinghui said no: "I'm not old yet."
Both of them were in good health, and these few steps were no problem for them at all. They soon arrived in front of the Taoist temple.
"This is quite impressive." Jiang Chunian took a look and asked, "Why don't you build one yourself?"
Taoist Priest Qinghui: "How can we compare with those who founded their own sects? Let's go in and pay our respects."
"Let's go." Jiang Chunian and Taoist Qinghui entered the temple and burned incense and bowed one by one.
Then he found the little Taoist boy and asked, "Is your abbot here? Just say that an old friend is visiting."
When the little Taoist boy came, Qi Yongde was worried about the failure of last night's operation. Hearing this, he said, "Just say I'm not here."
"Yes." The little Taoist boy stepped out.
"No." As the little Taoist boy left, Qi Yongde came back to his senses: "An old man and a young grandson? Who could it be? Could it be Qinghui?"
He shook his head. "Impossible. Although there's no news about Ming Chi, and I don't know his condition, I'm afraid he's in grave danger. But Ming Chi would never betray me, and Qing Hui couldn't possibly know about this. Who could it be?"
"Someone come—"
Qi Yongde had just shouted when he heard a loud laugh: "Old Qi, an old friend is visiting you and you are refusing to be here. That's not very kind of you."
Then the little Taoist boy's anxious voice said, "Hey, hey, hey, you can't just come in here. Come out with me quickly."
Unfortunately, Taoist Qinghui and Jiang Chunian were already standing in front of Qi Yongde.
"Master, they broke in on their own." The little Taoist boy hurriedly explained, "I'll chase them out right away."
"Old Qi, you want to drive them away?" Taoist Qinghui smiled and looked at Qi Yongde. Qi Yongde waved his hand at the Taoist boy and said, "No need. You can go down."
After the little Taoist boy left, Qi Yongde looked at Taoist Qinghui and smiled: "Oh, what's the wind today that actually blew our Minister Qinghui here."
"And this little girl," Qi Yongde looked at Jiang Chunian, sized her up and down, and quickly recognized her. "Isn't this Jiang Chunian, the most famous fortune teller on the internet? How come she's not the daughter of the Jiang family, but your Qinghui's granddaughter? No wonder she's so amazing at such a young age."
Qi Yongde shook his head and looked at Qinghui: "Minister Qinghui, you are too stingy, aren't you? You have such a talented granddaughter, but you didn't tell anyone about her. What's going on? Are you afraid that we will snatch your granddaughter away?"
Taoist Qinghui laughed heartily: "Then you are wrong. If this is really my granddaughter, I would die immediately without any regrets. Unfortunately, this is not my granddaughter, this is my junior uncle. In fact, Lao Qi, you should also call her senior."
"Oh?" Qi Yongde was surprised. "She's not your granddaughter, but your junior uncle? I wonder who this little girl's master is from?"
Jiang Chunian smiled faintly: "I am Jiang Chunian of the Tianyi School."
"Tianyi Sect?" Qi Yongde was stunned. "Didn't Tianyi Sect disappear eighty years ago, with no descendants? How come you—you, your name is Jiang Chunian? You are—"
Qi Yongde remembered that his ancestor had indeed mentioned that eighty years ago, there was an unparalleled genius in Xuanmen, with extraordinary talent, rarely seen in a thousand years. No one in Xuanmen could defeat him, but it was a pity that he suddenly disappeared eighty years ago.
Unexpectedly, he saw it again today.
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