When he arrived at the backyard, Chen Yang was stimulated again and again.

The yard is so big!

It is bigger than my own Taoist temple. Is this a yard? This is a football field!

Lingshan City is worth every inch of land, is Qingfeng Temple so luxurious?

How much would it cost if all the land was covered with spiritual soil?

As he thought about it, Chen Yang's eyes turned red and he wished he could directly move this land to his Taoist temple.

"Fellow Daoist Hanxian."

"Fellow Daoist Qianjiang."

"Didn't Fellow Jingzhou come?"

"Fellow Daoist Jingzhou was ill in bed and sent his disciples down the mountain."

Chen Yang looked over and Liu Hanxian started chatting with a middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Who is that?" Abbot Wen Qianjiang from the Tianhou Palace looked at Chen Yang with confusion.

Liu Hanxian said: "The abbot of Lingshan Taoist Temple, Chen Xuanyang."

"Why did he come too?" Wen Qianjiang said: "Did President Zhang inform him?"

Liu Hanxian said: "He is also a member of the Lingshan Taoist Association, so it's normal for him to come. He just makes up his own numbers and does not affect the exchange meeting."

Wen Qianjiang nodded: "Go in first."

The Tianhou Palace and the Tianfei Palace were both destroyed during the war and later rebuilt.

The two Taoist temples are not very famous in Lingshan City.

Apart from Qingfeng Temple, there is no one who can fight.

Oh, now there is another Taoist temple in Lingshan.

This is actually a good thing.

Just pull someone on the street and ask him what Taoist temples there are in Lingshan. It would be great if there is one of the dozens of people who can name Qingfeng Temple.

But if you ask what temples are in Lingshan, you can count them to you by counting them “Jiming Temple, Qixia Temple, Linggu Temple…”

Never despair?

During this period, the popularity of Lingshan Taoist Temple is almost as popular as Qingfeng Temple.

However, some people just don’t agree with this way of publicity.

This type of people is commonly known as "old stubborn".

"Are you Chen Xuanyang?"

A young man walked with Yuanhe, his tone was exactly the same as before Yuanhe.

Chen Yang nodded, too lazy to even speak, so he walked inside.

"I will pray to Shuisheng, the eighth generation disciple of the Tianhou Palace, and his master Wen Qianjiang, and his name is Baisheng."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyang seems to look down on me, and he doesn't even want to say the Taoist name?"

Baisheng blocked his way, slightly dissatisfied.

Chen Yang stared at him: "What did you call me just now?"

Baisheng frowned.

Chen Yang swept over the two of them and snorted, "I really don't understand the rules at all. I am abbot of Dao. Your master is called fellow Taoists, and do you call me as fellow Taoists?"

As long as it is not of the same lineage, Chen Yang doesn't value generation much.

But even if there are different generations and different positions, they must be followed.

He is the abbot, and these two are just Taoist priests who practice Taoism. When they see themselves, they should call them "Tao Zheng Immortal" or "Tao Master".

No matter how bad it is, the abbot can be used as the suffix.

There are some rules that you can follow or you can not follow.

It all depends on whether the other party cares.

The two of them looked unhappy and were already cursing in their hearts.

But he still said, "It's my fault that I'm messing with etiquette, Taoist priest, don't blame me."

Chen Yang waved his hand and said, "Do you have to ask me to call you master to come over to dodge?"

"Ahem."

Yuanhe coughed lightly and pulled Baisheng over.

When Chen Yang walked in, Baisheng grinded his teeth hard: "What a bad temper in this little Taoist priest! I think he is not as old as me, and he is even more capable of making a fuss with me."

After entering the lobby where the Taoist priests who chant scriptures and practice Taoism on their daily basis, there were at least dozens of people inside.

The unified Taoist uniforms were sitting neatly on the cushions, whispering to each other.

Chen Yang chose a place to sit down in the corner. Not long after he sat down, a young Taoist priest came over.

"I, Dao Linchu, whose Taoist name is Fachu, comes from the Zijin Mountain Taoist Temple and have met Taoist Master Xuanyang."

Fa Chu pinched the Ziwu scripture with his hands and said politely and politely.

Chen Yang also stood up and returned the tribute: "Fellow Taoist is polite."

The two sat down, Fa Chu smiled and said, "I thought Taoist Master Xuanyang would not come."

Chen Yang said: "All of them are people from Taoism, how can this kind of communication not come?"

Fa Chu said: "I heard that the Taoist priest had managed the flood in Lingshan Lake. I guess the Taoist priest's Taoist priest was very high."

Chen Yang stared at him for two seconds, making sure he wasn't deliberately saying such things to tease him.

"I understand a little bit." He said modestly.

Fa Chu said: "The Taoist priest shouldn't have come today."

"Why?"

The movements of the Dharma Chu are obscure and point forward.

Chen Yang looked at him and found the Taoist priest from Qingfeng Temple, looking at him from time to time.

When they saw themselves looking at them, they did not shudder or looked at themselves with bad eyes.

"I have the bad intentions of my fellow disciples, and I have the face to come to Qingfeng Temple!"

"If it weren't for today's exchange meeting, I would have driven him out!"

The voice is not small, and Chen Yang can hear it clearly.

Fa Chu kept observing his expression, and seeing that his expression was normal, he said curiously: "Aren't Taoist Master angry?"

Chen Yang said: "Why do you have to be angry? If you don't distinguish between right and wrong, follow the crowd, do you have something wrong with this kind of person?"

Fa Chu Dao: "The Taoist master is open-minded."

Chen Yang is not open-minded, it is unnecessary.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.

In the lobby, the conversation suddenly disappeared, and everyone looked out the door.

Song Jingwei walked in, first glanced at Chen Yang, then glanced at Liu Hanxian and Wen Qianjiang's faces, and said, "Everyone comes out with me."

As we all know, the Taoist priests from Malaysia are here.

They walked out in an orderly manner, placed the futons on the ground in the yard, arranged them in an orderly manner, and sat cross-legged.

Twenty meters apart, there were Taoist priests sitting on the ground opposite.

This is the first time Chen Yang has seen a Taoist priest abroad.

They were dressed one by one, a little exaggerated, and looked like Lin Zhenying in a zombie movie.

They are all Chinese. They went abroad with their parents in their early years. By chance, they became Taoist priests and promoted Taoist culture abroad.

Chen Yang sat in the first row, Fa Chu sat beside him and whispered: "They are from the Sanqing Taoist Temple of Maoshan. They just ended the exchanges from Qianyuan Temple. I heard that in Qianyuan Temple, they were suppressed miserably by the orthodox Taoist Master Maoshan."

Chen Yang nodded slightly. He looked around and did not see Feng Haisheng and Zhang Xianshan.

As the president and vice president of the Dao Association, they were not there.

Chen Yang asked: "Will the president and the others come?"

Fa Chu shook his head: "They are only responsible for reception matters, and the exchange meetings are mainly between Taoist temples and Taoist temples. After all, laymen are laymen, and they will not take the initiative to touch some things."

Chen Yang watched the other person sitting on the ground, motionless, and then looked at himself, and there were also a group of Taoist priests sitting on the ground, motionless.

"Don't you start yet?" he asked.

Fa Chu said: "It has begun."
To be continued...