After my wife pulled out my oxygen tube, I was born again

After all, he is his own prodigal disciple.

It was impossible for him to watch his beloved disciple suffer like this.

Besides, Xiuxiu's achievements in the future are limitless. This little money really doesn't mean anything. If her fame can attract people, it will have a huge appeal for her business in the future.

Therefore, Song Yang's investment is not a big deal for the future.

This is a sure-fire deal.

After all, her future achievements will be very high, and she will be a sudden rise in the Chinese music scene when everyone is dying.

After a while, I finally arrived at Chunyang Temple. Xiu Xiu also wanted to take people to visit other places, so when I got here, Xiu Xiu used her status as a tour guide to find the person in charge.

After talking for a while, it took about 10 minutes.

A little Taoist priest came out.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, does the donor have trouble with Pindao?"

Song Yang returned the gift, then said with a smile: "Little master, may I ask where Yunxia is? I have something to do with her."

"You mean Senior Sister Yunxia?" The little Taoist priest looked surprised.

"What are you doing with her, donor? Senior Sister Yunxia has a bad temper."

Song Yang smiled and said: "I know, she often looks for someone to fight with, right? I have some important things to discuss with her, and I want to ask the young master to introduce them."

The little Taoist priest's face was full of doubts: "I have something important to do with Senior Sister Yunxia. She basically doesn't see anyone else. You'd better ask her back. If not for anything else, you have to think about your own safety. Senior Sister Yunxia is really not suitable... …”

"I am willing to donate [-] incense money to the Taoist temple. To be honest, I am Song Yang, a disciple of Xun Zhenzi, and I am from the Zhanxuan sect."

After Song Yang finished speaking, the little Taoist priest was stunned...

"Are you a disciple of Taoist Xunzhen?"

Song Yang formed a mudra with his hands and stood with his feet in the eight figures.

Then he announced his family status: "There are 36 heavens in the outer world, and there are golden immortals in Taiyi. Looking at the sky, I know that my destiny is caused by blessings and misfortunes. The Great Dao knows that I am a wishful immortal."

The little Taoist priest quickly returned the courtesy: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Song. I'm so rude!"

Song Yang returned the favor with a smile and said, "I need Senior Sister Yunxia's help with mundane matters during this trip. I also hope that Junior Brother will recommend you. To express my goodwill on this trip, I will bring you [-] incense money as a meeting gift."

"Senior brother, you're welcome!"

After the little Taoist priest hurriedly returned the gift, he then took Song Yang all the way through Chunyang Temple. The front mountain was a cultural relic, but in fact Chunyang disciples had already gone to the back mountain to practice. They were also divided into worldly disciples and escapist disciples.

Disciples who join the world are basically no different from ordinary people. Not to mention normal marriages, they also have their own companies.

To put it bluntly, these disciples are like employees of the company.

But the disciples who escape from the world are different, they are more like real Chunyang disciples.

Moreover, the selection process is strict, and basically they don’t ask about money issues.

In fact, there is no difference between being born in the world or joining the world.

After all, cultivation, wealth, law, marriage, and land are all indispensable.

These secluded people also need these maintenance.

The disciples who join the world are mainly responsible for these, while the disciples who retreat from the world are mainly responsible for shining the lintel and bringing glory to the sect.

Arriving in the backyard, Song Yang saw a black Mercedes-Benz GLS.

I have to say that Chunyang Temple is also quite wealthy.

Song Yang got into the car with the little Taoist priest. The little Taoist priest drove the car and said with a smile: "Senior brother, is Senior Xun Zhenzi in retreat recently, or is he wandering around?"

Song Yang chuckled: "Yun You has committed a crime. He has been wild and unruly in his life. He left me at home to help him make money."

The little Taoist couldn't help but laugh.

"it's the same!"

When it comes to this, the two of them have something in common.

After asking, I found out that this little Taoist priest was still a manager, at the level of their lobby manager.

The cars belong to the company, and they can't buy them themselves. They are all distributed by Guanli, and everyone can drive them as they like.

"By the way, there seems to be no movement in Qingxia Mountain. Do you also open a company?"

Song Yang nodded: "I don't use the name in it to open a company. I won't let you. He said, practice is practice, making money is making money, don't cheat the world and steal your reputation."

"Yes, our Chunyang Guan does not use our own name. What we are doing now is the Luzu brand, which is mainly about culture and education, as well as some sportswear and the like, and tourism is only a small part."

Song Yang chuckled: "You have many Chunyang methods, but we can't do it. We in Qingxia Mountain are pure Zhanxuan sect, and then we are minoring in Danding sect, just to prolong life. If you live a long time, your life span will not be shortened when fortune telling. Heartbroken."

The little Taoist priest couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha, what the senior brother said is a way. If you pry into the secrets of heaven, you will lose your Yangshou. You can nourish it at the same time and lose it at the same time. It's a compromise."

Song Yang waved his hand: "How can it be so easy? The manpower is limited, and what we can see is also limited. By the way, are your senior sisters still so nervous in the sect recently? I didn't catch up with the good times."

The little Taoist priest asked in surprise: "You know our senior sister so well? Senior brother, don't you have some ulterior motive to find a Taoist companion?"

Song Yang waved his hand: "I'm crazy. With your senior sister's temper, I'm afraid that she will be chopped into pieces in the middle of the night."

The little Taoist priest shrank his neck and said with an embarrassed smile: "Senior brother, have you ever come to watch us? It feels like you know our senior sister very well. That's how she is."

Song Yang nodded: "I did come, but you weren't here at that time."

"That's it!"

Song Yang leaned on the backrest and said, "Let's bet. She will pretend not to know me when she sees her and fight him. After the fight, she will ask me who I am and what the purpose of coming here is. Women, that is To save face, I’ll make excuses if I can’t win. If I can’t win, then she’ll have to deal with it, and it’ll be hard for me to ask her to do something. If I win, she’ll turn around and leave, leaving me to wait.”

The little Taoist priest was puzzled: "Senior sister, can't she?"

"Can't? Please remove the word "bar"."

"Women, that's it, arrogant self-esteem! Young people should study more. The more research they do, the more they will benefit in the future."

The little Taoist smiled sheepishly.

Then, the two of them arrived at Chunyang Temple. Under the recommendation of the little Taoist priest, they came to Jiejianping in the back mountain.

Here, there is a sword-unloading stone.

There are many long swords stuck on the stone.

Unexpectedly, this thing was moved here.

I have to say that Chunyangguan is quite wealthy.

"Senior sister? Senior sister?! Senior brother Song is here to find you!"

The little Taoist priest shouted, and a crash was heard in the yard.

A long sword flew out and hit the sword unloading stone.

The sword was inserted about three or four inches deep.

Song Yang shook his head helplessly: "Shen Po, Shen Po, it's still the same!"

The little Taoist priest was convinced that if these two people had no legs, he would live broadcast standing on his head to wash his hair.

He knew his senior sister's lay name, but he still said it didn't matter?

"Who is it? How dare you come to my Pure Yang Inner Courtyard." Then a cold voice came, and then a beautiful shadow fell, and a woman stood on the long sword inserted into the sword removal stone.

Qinggong has reached this level, and Shen Po is already so good at this time?

Song Yang scratched his head and said with a smile: "Sister Shen, you don't recognize me now? I, Song Yang! You are not so heartless, are you?"

The Taoist nun frowned, with a touch of indifference on her round cheeks: "I don't know you!"

The little Taoist priest clapped his hands: "You don't know me yet? Senior sister, please stop pretending. Senior brother has already said this!"