The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

After sending the message to the audience of the Immortal Cultivation group.

Xuanqing took out his phone and made a call to Elder Jingde.

The purpose was to thank the other party for helping with the registration and to invite them to attend the Inheritance Temple Ceremony.

For those of the Daoist sect.

Living a life of simplicity and indifference, other than the initial Receiving Scripture, the most lively event is the Inheritance Temple Ceremony.

Two flowers bloom, each on its separate branch.

Changling City.

In a leisure square.

An old man in a white practice suit, with white hair and beard, wielding a Taiji sword in his hand, steps the Seven Stars Step, slowly practicing Taiji.

Next to the old man, a girl in jeans and a t-shirt sits on a bench, browsing short videos on her phone in boredom.

Suddenly.

An ancient and ethereal flute music filled the air.

The old man practicing Taiji paused for a moment, then beckoned to his granddaughter playing on her phone: Mingyue, help your grandfather answer the phone!

Oh-

The girl put down her phone, picked up the one nearby, and glanced at it.

The words young friend Xuanqing on the incoming call display made her a little confused, and memories of Daoist priest Xuanqing unconsciously surfaced in her mind.

Answering the phone.

Hello, oh- no, its not a wrong call. Im his granddaughter Mingyue. Yes, the girl from the Provincial Associations counter.

Ru Xiaos face showed excitement. After hearing the invitation to attend the Inheritance Temple Ceremony on the phone, she agreed without hesitation.

Hmm, my grandpa will definitely come, and 1 want to come and watch the ceremony too-

Youre too modest, too modest, okay, goodbye!

Hanging up the phone.

Seeing her granddaughters flushed and excited face.

Elder Jingde, while practicing Taiji, curiously asked: Who called me, and why are you so excited?

Grandpa, its Daoist priest Xuanqing. He invited you to the Qingping Temples Inheritance Temple Ceremony, which is scheduled for five days later.

Ru Xiao stood up excitedly and said, I want to go too, grandpa, can you take me with you?

Seeing this.

Elder Jingde raised an eyebrow and teased, Yo, how did you know that grandpa would attend? What if grandpa didnt go?

All if you dont participate, then I 1 already promised others. Ru Xiao was dumbfounded and quickly tried to persuade:

Grandpa, you taught me that the most important thing in our cultivation is honesty. You you wouldnt want to go back on your word and violate honesty, would you?

Hahaha- Alright, grandpas just teasing you. Seeing you so anxious, wouldnt you like young friend Xuanqing as a Dao Companion?

Seeing her granddaughters amusing anxious expression.

Elder Jingde stroked his beard and laughed, then winked and said.

All, Elder Jingde, you terrible old man, I wont care about you- Humph! Ru Xiao was furious, red-faced, and ran away.

Being called a terrible old man, Elder Jingde wasnt angry; instead, he smiled and watched his granddaughter run off.

As the old saying goes.

One family is joyful, and another family is worried. Putting aside the joyful Jingdes granddaughter in the city,

the scene switches to Liucheng County.

Liu Zhen Temple.

As the largest temple in the entire Liucheng County, it has survived and flourished through several dynasties, and has a history of hundreds of years.

Today.

Under the operation of capital, the temple is no longer run by the abbot but by the chairman of the Board of Directors behind it.

At this moment.

In an office behind the Daxiong Baodian of Liu Zhen Temple.

There was no cushion or Buddha statue in the room.

A group of monks in robes sat next to a long oval office desk. Each had a fat face and oily skin.

What was surprising was.

The person sitting in the main seat at the top was not the abbot of the temple, but a middle-aged man in a suit with meticulously combed hair, clearly a business elite.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

The middle-aged mans face was livid, staring at the silent monks below, he slammed the table angrily.bender

Crack-

How long has it been? The turnover of Liu Zhen Temple was cut in half!

How do you want me to explain this to the Board of Directors? Huh?

Do you still want to stay? If you dont, get lost, there are plenty of people who want to come here and become monks! The middle-aged mans voice was low, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

Silence!

Dead silence.

After a long time.

An old monk with nine scars on his head ventured to ask: Chairman Yang, you know that our county is only so big, and the incense money has been earned by Qingping Temple, so we have no income left!

The middle-aged man sneered, The upper management, the Board of Directors, only see the decline in turnover, they wont listen to your reasons.

At these words.

The old monk gritted his teeth and said, I have a way. We can find a professional boxer to challenge Daoist Xuanqing and make his reputation ruined.

Pfff-

The middle-aged man almost spat out his drink.

Really?

He looked at the old monk as if he were an idiot, thinking: This old man is so stupid, yet he can still be the abbot. No wonder Liu Zhen Temple is declining.

You mean to find someone to make trouble?

Dont you investigate before you act? The one who caused trouble last time is still locked up in the Suffering Kiln and hasnt been released. This plan wont work!

The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to each of the monks, lit it, and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

He was angry, but right now, the most important thing was to figure out how to increase Liu Zhen Temples turnover.

Chairman Yang, it cant be said like that.

The last one who caused trouble was captured, not because he caused trouble, but because he didnt have enough power. The old monk puffed on his cigarette, his eyes gleaming with cunning.

Now in the age of the internet, as long as we have enough fame, the Dao Association behind Qingping Temple will not dare to do anything rashly!

Hearing these words.

The middle-aged mans eyes lit up.

This old monk might be crude, but he had a point. Maybe being more straightforward could achieve the desired results.

Tsk tsk- The old proverb Old people become wiser doesnt lie. This old man is truly worthy of being the abbot of Liu Zhen Temple.

Alright, Abbot, they gave us two million in funding, and Ill add another million on my own. 111 leave this matter to you!

Amitabha, indeed.

The old monk smiled, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Time slowly passed.

In the blink of an eye.

Five days had gone, and the day of the Inheritance Temple Ceremony at Qingping Temple had arrived.

Putting aside what kind of reaction there was in the outside world due to the Inheritance Temple Ceremony of Qingping Temple,

in Qingping Temple.

They were methodically preparing for the ceremony, with the various ritual implements for worshipping heaven and offering blessings, as well as the equipment for setting up the stage, being transported to the Taoist temple on the hillside..</p