Xue Laodao, who was still in a Tang suit and didn't like to wear Taoist robes, stroked his gray beard and nodded his head in admiration: "Both eyes are clean, and behavior is measured, and it looks good."

Qingyangzi from Maoshan was dressed in a very standard Taoist attire: a blue cloth robe, with a peach wood hairpin tied up in a bun on his head, and a long sword wrapped in black cloth on his back.

It's just that although the green robe looks clean, the edges of the fabric have been worn and faintly white.

Obviously, Maoshan's economic situation is indeed a little bad.

Qing Yangzi was a thin middle-aged man, who was set off by this half-new Taoist robe, but he was more like a celestial and mysterious person than Xue Laodao, who was beside him with a red face.

It's just that this immortal Taoist priest said, "I heard that little friend Jinli can win 20 million by simply buying a lottery ticket. I really want to ask for some tips on making money."

They Maoshan are so poor they can't open the pot.

The people on the side: "...Alas."

Xue Laodao is of high seniority and has a fiery temper. Hearing this, he jumped with a beard and stared at him: "A person in practice, if you open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, you are a vulgar thing, what a formality!"

Naihe Qingyangzi was not afraid of him, and even scolded him back: "Xue Daochang is so aloof, presumably when he goes out to help others, he will not be charged?"

Old Xue said: "..."

Chairman Hu Zhengan, who was standing on the side, had a headache.

The Daomen Association is an organization.

In this association, most of the members are actually ordinary people who are curious about or believe in Taoism, that is, people who recite the scriptures, do their homework, and share their cultivation experience with their peers on weekdays. They do not have any magical means. .

It is this part of the members that Hu Zhengan can manage.

But there are other people, like Xue Daochang Qingyangzi, who have deep roots and have inherited hundreds or even thousands of years of Xuanmen sect.

These people are serious practitioners, the sects have their own inheritance, and the constraints are not as big as those of ordinary Taoist priests. Joining the Taoist Association is also because of the need to put up an account on the national front to facilitate management.

After all, no matter who is the ruler, they will not rest assured that such a group of people with magical powers are not under their control.

Hu Zhengan himself is one of them.

But he didn't light up his skills in practice.

As a result, his cultivation base is only a rookie among these big guys.

When the big guys are arguing, does the rookie dare to come out and stop it?

dare not.

So he could only find another way to change the subject.

Hu Zhengan: "But I watched it for a long time, but I didn't see any spiritual energy from Layman Jinli."

As soon as these words came out, Xue Laodao and Qingyangzi really stopped arguing.

Xue Laodao glanced at his nephew with disgust: "I want you to practice hard on weekdays, and you can't even see a wave of spiritual energy. It's really a loss of face for my Ziyumen."

Qingyangzi meant something: "Things outside the body affect cultivation. President Hu usually spends less time on mobile phones and computers. If he really can't help it, he can control it from the root and donate them directly to Maoshan."

Hu Zhengan: "..."

Lay Huizhen, who had been standing on the side without speaking, finally spoke at this moment, and her tone was gentle: "Don't bully Zheng'an, I can't see the spiritual power fluctuations in Jinli."

Um?

Uh-huh?

Xue Laodao and Qingyangzi were shocked when they heard the words.

Hu Zhengan is a good monk with half a bucket of water, but lay Buddhist Huizhen is not.

The two quickly stared at Jin Li.

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