Chen Yang smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

The Taoist priest looked at the gradually heavier rain and sighed: "I'm afraid this rain will not stop for a while."

He closed the scriptures and stood up from the ground: "Will fellow Taoists go down the mountain together?"

Chen Yang shook his head: "No, I'll come here to preach."

"Now?" He stretched out his hand and the rain hit his palm: "It's raining."

Chen Yang said: "Do you think that this scene is suitable for preaching?"

"this……"

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "I will hold an umbrella for you."

"Thank you."

Chen Yang handed him the bamboo umbrella, lifted his robe and sat down cross-legged.

With my back on my golden body, facing the Qinchuan and Wei River, thousands of peaks surrounded by them, and the screens on three sides were opened.

It was drizzling at this moment, as if a green curtain was hanging down from the sky.

The Taoist priest stood by the side with an umbrella. When he saw Chen Yang sitting upright and not carrying the scriptures with him, he couldn't help but wonder, how should he preach?

Moreover, the tourists were all going down the mountain and there were no one left soon.

There is no point in preaching in this case.

But he didn't ask much, and everyone's intentions to preach were different.

He came here to try to get into the atmosphere of the temple at the Shrine Platform to see if he could have some insights.

The result was not satisfactory.

The scriptures are left with a trace of Taoist rhyme left by Lao Tzu's lectures. After many years, there is almost nothing left.

There are not many people who can truly feel it as keenly as Chen Yang.

Chen Yang closed his eyes, and everything outside seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He looked at the inscription of the Tao Te Ching and looked at the densely packed scriptures on the inscription, and his emotions were naturally substituted into it.

He closed his eyes like this, and opened his lips and teeth lightly: "Dao can be told..."

The sound was not loud, but the Taoist priest could hear it clearly.

It’s just like listening to it for the first time, but it feels a different feeling when you listen again.

The more he listened, the more he realized that it was unusual.

Before he knew it, he found that he was involuntarily wrapped up by Chen Yang's chanting scriptures.

The world in front of him changed instantly, and he seemed to see an old Taoist priest standing in front of him, presenting the scriptures one by one in the simplest way.

I don’t know when the chanting sound stopped.

When he came to his senses, the rain had stopped.

Chen Yang was still sitting aside, closing his eyes motionlessly.

"Is it my hallucination?"

The Taoist priest was a little confused.

"Fellow Taoist, the rain has stopped." The Taoist priest called softly.

Chen Yang opened his eyes and said, "I'll stay for a while, fellow Taoist will come back first."

"Then...I'll leave first."

He folded the bamboo umbrella, put it aside, and left.

It soon darkened and night fell.

A drizzle drizzled from the sky again.

What's strange is that the rain actually fell around Chen Yang and could not fall to him at all.

"Huh~"

Chen Yang looked at Zhongnan Mountain under the night sky, and didn't know how to attract the real person Wanfaxing.

The Xiandu Tower is so big that it is really not easy to attract him.

The next morning, the sky was very gloomy, as if it was about to rain.

I occasionally drip a few times, but it doesn’t fall all of them.

In this kind of weather, there are even fewer tourists.

One morning, there were only a hundred tourists in the Taiwan Strait.

They walked around the sutra platform for a few times, then came up and walked around my golden body, took a few photos, looked at the scenery, and left.

Chen Yang sat in place, chanting scriptures softly. Those who were interested would come over to see it for a while, but they would only watch it for a while.

Today is the 18th day, and at the latest, Chen Yang will have to leave tomorrow.

If the Taoist Priest Wanfaxing did not appear before tomorrow, this trip to Louguantai would be considered a failure.

Although I feel regretful, the twenty places are already full, and nothing is wrong.

However, in the afternoon, he knew that he was wrong.

A big mistake.

After talking on the phone, it was almost agreed upon. After calling this, the next one came.

"Abbot Xuanyang, I am the abbot of Jinxian Temple. I am really sorry. I am afraid I can't give you the quota I promised to give you before. I am really sorry. If you come again next year, I will definitely keep the quota for you."

"Abbot Xuanyang, I am the abbot of Chuanwang Palace. I am afraid I can't give you the recommended quota..."

"Abbot Xuanyang, I..."

Nearly twenty calls.

Without exception, all of them were called by the abbots of various Taoist temples.

The contents on the phone were all apologized without exception, and then told him that the previously promised quota could not be given to him.

"Abbot Xuanyang, sorry." The last call was called by Ling Qing from the Nine Sky Wanfu Palace.

Chen Yang couldn't help but smile: "Abbot Lingqing, why... is this?"

Ling Qing pondered for a long time and said, "Sorry."

No more explanation.

"No need to be sorry." Chen Yang looked at the Wei River in Qinchuan, and his voice was cold: "I just hope that the abbot Lingqing will not regret the choice for today. The quota of the Jiuxiao Palace is optional and not important to me. But the abbot Lingqing's approach really made me feel heartbroken."

"Feel sorry."

"I have something to do, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang simply turned off the phone.

"Sure enough... there's really something wrong."

"I went back on my word and didn't take me Chen Xuanyang seriously at all."

"I really have no status at all."

"My God, isn't my credit enough to offset that mistake?"

He shook his head, feeling lost, angry, and frustrated.

He really wanted to ask in person in front of the old master, Chen Xuanyang, what I have done in the past year, can you not see anything I have done in this year?

Just because I killed someone in your Tianshi Mansion, would you target me like this?

Have you ever seen me again when I killed demons and slayed dragons?

I risked my life to rescue more than 300 fellow Taoists. Have you ever seen me again?

I was nominated by Taoist sect, which is my due honor!

Why, why should I suppress me?

Do you think I, Chen Xuanyang, is not qualified?

"Huh~"

Chen Yang closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of meditation in his heart.

I read it more than ten times in a row before suppressing this anger.

He looked at the tourists who were constantly entering and leaving, looked at the buildings in the distance of Xiandu Festival, and said to himself: "Everyone treats me, Chen Xuanyang, as a clay man, just pinch it if you want to? Think I am not worthy of the real person nomination? I insist on force it, I insist on giving it a try, I insist on letting you see it!"

"There is a mountain ahead, I, Chen Xuanyang, stepped by the mountain! The sea ahead, I, Chen Xuanyang, took the sea to fill the sea!"

No. 18.

It is only two days before the recommendation conference on the 20th.
To be continued...