The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

Nowadays, Qingping Temple is no longer that forgotten little Daoist temple, as it has become very famous throughout the small town, the county, and even the provincial city.

Moreover, there are many internet users from other provinces who have come here to join in the fun.

In the small town.

All the hotels are already fully booked, but still cannot satisfy the throngs of incense guests who have come to visit and attend the ceremony.

Such a grand event.

Journalists from the county television station and even the provincial city news channel have hurried over, wanting to see why Qingping Temple is so popular.

On the hillside of Qingping Temple.

A newly built small square.

There are people coming and going, rubbing shoulders and brushing past each other. At a glance, there are at least a thousand people: onlookers, locals, journalists on assignment, and community staff responsible for maintaining order, among others.

On the stone steps leading to the temple, a cordon has been drawn, with dedicated workforce maintaining order to prevent any unrest.

Two hours countdown to the start of the ceremony.

A group of young Taoists wearing Daoist robes, gait, and yin-yang caps on their heads have drawn the attention of the crowd.

These young Daoists were the ones who originally graduated and were assigned together.

Camera, quickly give a close-up, our Daoist Priest Xuanqing really has a lot of face, so many Taoists have come to support the occasion.

Journalists have turned their cameras to focus on them.

Internet users who are here to watch the commotion are not to be outdone, and in this age where everyone is a self-media, they have also started using their phones to shoot short videos.

Theres a handsome guy, I wonder what sect they belong to, and if they can be friends?

Oh, theyre heading in!

Under the gaze of the people.

These young Taoists crossed the cordon and stepped into the temple, and the workforce waiting outside didnt stop them at all.bender

At the moment of everyones doubt.

The host standing on the high platform shouted into the microphone.

Daoist Xuanming, Daoist Xuanjing, Daoist Xuanhui donate ten sets of brushes and ink, six wild ginsengs, and congratulations to the temple master Xuanqing for the honor and inheritance of Qingping Temple!

The voice echoed throughout the entire square as it was carried along by the sound system.

Seeing this.

The onlookers in the square had just understood, and it was no wonder that the Taoists went up the mountain and entered directly; they were originally here to deliver congratulatory gifts.

Inside the Daoist Temple.

Xuanqing welcomed these fellow Daoists at the entrance, Fellow Daoist Friends, thank you for your kindness in coming to watch the ceremony. Please come in!

Youre too kind, Daoist friend.

Immeasurable Longevity and Fortune, your place is truly beautiful.

Blessed by the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, truly enviable.

The group of Daoists paid their respects to each other and then looked around Qingping Temple.

After being renovated by a professional construction company, Qingping Temple was no longer dilapidated, but had upgraded various facilities while retaining its historical heritage.

At the entrance of the Main Hall.

Little Taoist Boy Huai Qingyun had been holding incense and waiting at the door, and seeing the group of Daoists approaching, he quickly stood up straight.

Immeasurable Longevity and Fortune, greetings to all my Seniors. Please take the incense! Huai Qingyun handed over the incense.

Five to six-year-old little Taoist Boy, chubby face, skin full of collagen, just his appearance alone was loveable, let alone being so well-behaved and obedient.

Just now.

After receiving the incense from Huai Qingyun, one of the Daoists couldnt resist reaching out and pinching the adorable little Taoist Boys cheek a couple of times.

Hey, the little boy is so handsome, how old are you this year?

Huai Qingyun hesitated for a moment and, feeling the assault on his cheek, he reacted and quickly dodged to the side.

Hmph, dont pinch my face.

Originally.

Upon seeing these Taoists who wore the same clothes as Sir and had a similar indifferent personality, 1 never expected them to be like those horrible women who also like to touch others without permission.

After taking incense from Huai Qingyun, the Taoist priests came before the Three Pure Ones and performed three kneels and nine kowtows in a respectful manner.

After the ceremony.

Under the guidance of Daoist priest Xuanqing, they arrived at a dining room.

In this country, whether for ordinary people or monks, eating is an essential part of dealing with guests and their etiquette.

Fellow Daoist friends, I have prepared spiritual porridge for you.

As soon as the words fell, the door curtain of the kitchen was opened.

The Taoists looked over.

A slim woman with a tray in her hands walked out. On the tray, there were many small bowls, each filled with porridge made from Spiritual Rice.

As the spiritual porridge was presented, an intense aroma filled the entire dining room.

What a lovely smell, what kind of rice is this?

No wonder its called Spiritual Rice, its irresistible just by the scent.

Ive heard of a rice variety watered with snow from the Himalayas, which is expensive and has an overwhelming aroma. Could it be this kind of rice?

A bowl was placed in front of each person.

None of these Taoists had ever seen such a delicacy and were all discussing it quietly. Their throats were constantly moving and they could not suppress their anticipation.

Seeing this.

Daoist priest Xuanqing had a smile on his face and spoke to the crowd: Fellow Daoist Friends, please enjoy!

Great, thank you!

Then, I will help myself.

After eating the spiritual porridge.

A warm feeling rose from their lower abdomen, spreading through their entire body in an instant, and they started to sweat.

Delicious.

Its a kind of indescribable deliciousness that made the Taoists want to swallow their tongues.

Its worth it-

This idea emerged in the minds of these young temple visitors.

The wild ginseng they brought were dug up by themselves, and the congratulatory paintings were made by themselves, so they only needed to spend a little on transportation. Eating such delicious food was definitely worth it.

Outside the Taoist temple.

On the small square.

There was still half an hour before the Inheritance Temple Ceremony officially started.

Another figure appeared coming up from the bottom of the mountain, attracting everyones attention.

They saw an old man dressed in a Purpie-Edged Taoist Robe, with a ruddy complexion and white hair and beard. He looked like Taibai Venus from Journey to the West, like an immortal descending to earth.

Everyone was amazed by the appearance of this elderly immortal, never expecting that these Daoists would look so good after they grew older.

Of course.

Some knowledgeable people noticed the purple edges on the old Daoists sleeves and were surprised that top figures in the Daoist community had come to congratulate Qingping Temple.

Behind the old man, there was a girl and a bald middle-aged man with a Mediterranean look. There was nothing to say about the greasy middle-aged man.

Looking at the girl, they saw her fair skin, bright and playful eyes, and a body-hugging Taoist Robe that made her look like a likable, smart and strange little elf.

However.

Some people looked at the old man, some at the girl, and others looked at the greasy Mediterranean Bald Man.

Hey Isnt that the head of our County Investment Promotion Department? Why is he following behind this old Taoist?

A financial journalist with a sharp eye quickly spotted the mans identity..