Chapter 187 Birthday Celebration

Chongqing Prefecture, Northern Yu Mountain Area.

The rain lingered from midnight to early morning. Although the momentum tended to decrease, it still lingered between heaven and earth and was unwilling to leave.

In the misty drizzle, a long dragon composed of believers meandered along the mountain.

The oil-paper umbrellas in people's hands were inlaid with colorful light strips, like a river of light gathering in the square in front of Qixia Group.

Long banners fluttered, colorful flags danced. Flowers were decorated, and the fire was boiling.

The projection device placed on the roof of the palace was turned on at full power, and various Taoist gods rose from the ground, showing their majestic power in the wind and rain.

The most eye-catching one was the huge projection of Lingguan in front of the gate of the Suspension Group.

Wang Lingguan wore a golden armor and red robe, green boots and wind belts on his feet, pinched the spiritual seal with his left hand, held the golden whip with his right hand, and had a curly beard and red hair. His three divine eyes examined every believer who gathered here.

On the altar paved with yellow satin in the center of the square, Taoist priests in green robes were already warming up in advance.

The chanting of scriptures was transmitted through the carefully arranged speakers in the dark, and it was as if it came from the sky, which made people feel awe.

The believers who set out from their homes in the early morning and walked all the way from various districts of Chongqing Prefecture put away their umbrellas and stood in the rain with joy after seeing the solemn scene in front of them.

Today is the birthday of Liu Zu Changsheng Zhenren. This rain must be the sweet rain sprinkled by him. After being drenched, it will definitely eliminate illness and lubricate the body.

The position closer to the altar has long been occupied by some believers with richer wealth and more devout faith.

They sat cross-legged on the cushions arranged in advance, enjoying the envious eyes of the people around them, while estimating whether the treasures they brought were sufficient.

The poor came to see the Dharma Assembly to celebrate the birthday of Changsheng Zhenren, but they came to see the launch conference of Qixia Group's new products.

The former is for the people to enjoy together, while the latter is for the rich and powerful to enjoy exclusively.

Moreover, this kind of press conference of the Taoist sect will not only provide new product experience, but also pre-sell a part of it on site.

At that time, as long as you snap it up and then take it to the market, you can make a lot of money.

Otherwise, they would not have spent a lot of money to buy the cushion under their buttocks from the people of Qixia Group.

At that time, whether it was the believers who came to pilgrimage or the second-hand brokers for profit, everyone in the square was full of enthusiasm, waiting for the ceremony to officially begin.

Among the pairs of eyes that were eager to be hot, a pair of slightly indifferent eyes was particularly abrupt.

Zou Sijiu, who had changed his face, stood outside the extremely crowded square, looking at the fanatical crowd around him with cold eyes, his mouth full of sarcasm, but a trace of envy suddenly rose in his heart.

"If our Yin-Yang family had the means of winning people's hearts like the Taoist sect, we wouldn't be abandoned after completing the construction of the Huangliang network."

That being said, Zou Sijiu actually knew in his heart that people in his line of thought always pay attention to seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, and adhere to the principle of dying with fellow Taoists rather than dying themselves.

Even when disaster is imminent, the first reaction is not to resist together, but to divert the disaster to others.

Otherwise, the division would not have been so clean and neat, with those who entered the world entering the world and those who were detached from the world detached from the world, and each of them was doing their own thing.

If not, I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to seek the little Huangliang authority in the hands of the Qixia Group.

Just as Zou Sijiu was sighing, he suddenly felt something pressing against his waist, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

"What year is it? You are reluctant to spend even the money on Huangliang, right? Okay, you like to take advantage, Master Zou, I will satisfy you today!"

Zou Sijiu was furious and looked back suddenly.

I saw an old man with ragged clothes and gray hair standing behind him, looking down and scolding a child with equally ragged clothes with his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because of the scolding by his grandfather or because the weather was too cold.

The boy’s face was pale, and a piece of crystal snot hung on the tip of his nose, shaking but not falling off, and holding a "wooden stick" as long as his forearm tightly in his hand.

It seems that this thing should have stabbed Zou Sijiu.

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist. This little bastard is too naughty and accidentally poked you."

The old man saw Zou Sijiu turned around and hurriedly bowed to apologize.

The moment he saw the appearance of the old and the young, Zou Sijiu had already used the big case technique to deduce a hexagram and got the conclusion of "no harm".

The grandfather and grandson were both poor people who were common in Chongqing Prefecture. The young labor force in the family died early for some reason, and no company was willing to hire him because of his old age and physical weakness. On weekdays, he could only make a living by picking up waste.

Buddhism and Taoism are the most popular among this group.

Because people who have suffered in this life usually place their hopes on the mercy of gods and a happy afterlife.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a small matter, don't be so polite, old man."

Zou Sijiu looked at the "wooden stick" in the boy's hand, and suddenly had an idea, bent down and smiled at the boy: "Little friend, what are you holding in your hand?"

The child raised his little face and shouted in a baby voice: "You can't call me little friend, you have to call me Taoist friend here!"

"You little turtle son, you don't even know how to play football, and you still call me Taoist friend!"

The old man was worried that the child's words would anger Zou Sijiu, and he immediately blew his beard and glared, raising his hand to hit his grandson's butt twice.

"What did I say wrong, grandpa, you said that all the people who came today are Taoist friends, we are all family."

The old man was speechless for a while, "Laozi"

"That's right, we are indeed Taoist friends."

Zou Sijiu laughed in silence, and said with a bow: "May I ask, little Taoist friend, what magic weapon is this in your hand?"

The child heard this, proudly raised the "wooden stick" in his hand, and said in a serious tone: "Reply to Taoist friend, this is a flying sword, a Taoist flying sword!"

Flying sword

I was stabbed by a flying sword, is this a warning sign.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Zou Sijiu suddenly froze in place, his face changed, and his heart was throbbing.

He ignored the old man's surprised eyes and pinched his right hand.

But no matter how Zou Sijiu calculated, even if the variable "boy" was taken into account, the Ziwei Dou Shu obtained was still the Hai Palace, indicating that everything went well for today's operation.

"Could it be that I am overthinking?"

Just when Zou Sijiu was in doubt, a misty smoke suddenly rose from the periphery of the square, drowning the crowd.

At the same time, a Taoist in a green robe walked up to the altar and announced solemnly:

"The celebration of the birthday of Taoist Master Changsheng in the eleventh year of Jiaqi and the new product launch of Qixia Group are now officially started!"

The gongs and drums were beating, and the singing of the law was lingering.

The projections of the gods that covered the sky and the sun pressed down their magic tools, restrained their majesty, and bowed to the altar in unison.

In the square, after inhaling the hallucinogenic smoke, the believers had already been in a trance.

They immediately knelt down and shouted the name of Changsheng Zhenren in unison.

Zou Sijiu squatted in the crowd, with a disgusted look on his face, cursing.

"Fuck, you have more tricks than me."