Chen Yang looked at Zhu Xiaoguang and Peng Qiang, carrying two bulging snake-skin bags of vegetables on his shoulders.

Sweat all the way and walk down the mountain.

The power of foodies is endless.

When he returned to the Taoist temple, Chen Yang recited the scriptures, but he could not calm down.

When he thought of helping Song Jingwei borrow his life tonight, he felt very upset.

He didn't know if he did it right.

In theory, this is Song Xueming's business, so he doesn't need to meddle in other people's business.

However, he did feel compassion.

When she thought of Song Jingwei showing her humble side in front of her, she begged in a low voice, the grief that had nowhere to hide in her old eyes.

And the hope he expressed in his words of promise.

"You two, come down the mountain with me later." Chen Yang returned to the backyard and said to his two apprentices.

Although they are master-apprentice relationships, Chen Yang still has not been used to the identity of a master.

But everything needs to be adapted to, and he feels that he still has to get into this role as soon as possible.

Since you have all the Taoist names, you have to call them.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yang packed the flags and brought a bag of spiritual rice with him. He prepared everything and took them down the mountain.

"Master, where are we going?" Lao Hei asked.

"Go to Qingfeng Temple."

The old underworld: "What are you doing there? Are you going to kick the restaurant?"

Look, how powerful the Internet is, I even learned the word "kicking" to the public.

Chen Yang said: "Don't ask, just follow."

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, a Taoist priest was waiting here early.

The Taoist priest walked over and was about to say hello when he suddenly saw Da Hui and Lao Hei. His face turned green and he stood there and didn't dare to move, like a stone.

"Abbot Jingwei asked you to come?" Chen Yang walked over and asked.

"yes…"

"This is my disciple, Yuan Xing, Yuan Yi."

Chen Yang introduced that the young Taoist priest saw the big black snake and the big bad wolf bowing to him.

He felt dizzy and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He was so nervous that he quickly returned the gift.

After getting in the car, Chen Yang sat in the passenger seat and the Taoist priest drove.

The Taoist priest looked at the rearview mirror from time to time.

I was afraid that the big black snake would come over and strangle his neck.

Along the way, the atmosphere was very silent, the Taoist priest was tense, and the car was driving very fast.

"Master, I feel uncomfortable."

Lao Hei suddenly said in a weak tone.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yang turned his head, and Lao Hei's half body shaking with the car, and suddenly his mouth opened.

"Vomit~"

A pool of viscous substances sprayed out like showers.

"Damn!"

Chen Yang raised his sleeve to block it, and the filth was blocked by his sleeve and it didn't touch it at all.

But it was a Taoist priest who had a hard time driving.

The back of his head was stained with the filth that Lao Hei vomited, and it smelled foul.

"Huh~ I feel comfortable." Lao Hei hissed.

The Taoist priest still maintained a stiff posture and had no feeling at all about the filth that was spraying on the back of his head.

"Sorry, my disciple seems to be a little sick, I'm really sorry." Chen Yang apologized quickly.

The Taoist looked ahead and squeezed out a smile: "It's okay."

What's the point of being vomited?

Just be alive, what are you asking for so much?

He only knew that the abbot asked him to come and pick him up, but he didn't know what to pick him up.

He also knew that Chen Yang and Qingfengguan had many grudges. From the moment he saw Lao Hei and Da Hui, he was guessing whether Chen Yang did it on purpose.

I brought two wild beasts and wanted to get rid of myself in the car.

Motion sickness?

Vomit?

Are you fooling ghosts?

The snake can also be motion sickness.

I must be trying to find an excuse, and once I get angry, I will wipe myself off.

He wouldn't be fooled so easily.

There was a bit of traffic jam on the road, and it was almost six o'clock when the car arrived at Qingfeng Temple.

The sky was already slightly darker at this moment.

There are not many pedestrians outside the Taoist temple.

Chen Yang quickly took them into the Taoist temple.

Taoist priest leads the way in front.

“The master is in the backyard.”

"OK."

I met many Taoist priests on the road. When they first saw Lao Hei and Da Hui, they were all shocked.

I thought the beast had run into the Taoist temple.

The Taoist priest kept explaining to them.

Finally arrived at the backyard, the Taoist priest said, "Wait a minute, I'll go in and notify the master."

After a moment, the Taoist priest came back and said, "Please come in."

Chen Yang nodded and took them into the backyard.

This is where Song Jingwei rests. The small courtyard is very similar to the Shu family’s old house, with more than 100 square meters.

Flower pots were placed along the corner of the wall, with a table and a few small wooden stools in the middle.

There is also a rattan chair outside the door.

The sky gradually darkened and the lights lit up in the room.

"You guys stay outside, don't run around."

With a word of advice, Chen Yang walked over and knocked on the door.

"Dongdong."

"Please come in."

Chen Yang pushed open the door and saw that Song Jingwei was not the only one in the room.

In addition to him, there are four others.

These are two middle-aged couples.

He knew that these four people were Zhu Jianian and Su Wei's parents.

Song Jingwei stood up and said, "This is the abbot of Lingshan Taoist Temple and Taoist Master Xuanyang."

The four of them looked over with different eyes.

Immediately, they all stood up, walked over with a smile on their faces, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Hello, Abbot Xuanyang, I have heard of Daming for a long time."

"The abbot of Xuanyang is young and promising, and he has become the abbot at a young age."

"I have watched the video of Wong Tai Sin paying homage to Abbot Xuan Yang."

"Tonight, I'll trouble the abbot Xuanyang."

The four were very enthusiastic and their tone was very polite.

Chen Yang nodded, without any expression, and did not say anything to them, but looked at Song Jingwei: "When will it start?"
To be continued...