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The meal was very enjoyable, and at least Cheng Hu felt very comfortable, because he found that he was not rejected by Zhen Fan because he had discovered Zhen Fan's secret. In short, his worried heart was at peace.

This article was originally published by. Zhen Fan's taste is a bit spicy. Cheng Hu was sweating profusely after eating this meal, but he felt very happy and felt a lot more vivid in his heart.

"When are you planning to open a clinic? I'll support you!" After dinner, Melissa made two cups of tea, one for each person. It was steaming hot. Cheng Hu drank it while it was hot, and immediately felt a refreshing fragrance.

Through the forehead, the whole person's spirit was lifted, and he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, "After all, he is different from ordinary people. I didn't expect that even drinking tea is different from ordinary people."

"We are all mortals, we just walk different paths!" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, disagreeing with Cheng Hu's point of view, "I am a Taoist, and although the Tao is in front, there is still another person behind me, so

People’s greed, anger, stupidity and anger are still tainted to some extent, which is why I am still wallowing in the mortal world and have not ascended to become an immortal and escaped from the mortal world!”

"Can you really become an immortal?" When Cheng Hu heard this, he was shocked and quickly came over to ask.

"I'm lying to you. I just have more calligraphy skills than ordinary people. Have you ever seen any gods?" Zhen Fan couldn't help but wanted to laugh, "No, I haven't seen them either, but I don't know if there are gods or not.

, but with Taoist self-cultivation, it is indeed possible to make people live a few more years!"

When Cheng Hu heard this, his eyes lit up, then he stretched out his hand in front of Zhen Fan and said with a smile: "Then give me a few elixirs, so that I can live another hundred or two hundred years."

"If you really want to live for so many years, wouldn't you be an old turtle?" Zhen Fan was speechless for a moment, then clapped his hands and knocked Cheng Hu's hand off. "If I really want to live for a few more years, I have something.

If you practice the method of cultivating your body diligently, it will be of great benefit to you. We do not say that you will live for a hundred more years, but it is possible for you to live for more than ninety years or more than a hundred years."

"Do you really have such a mindset?" Cheng Hu was overjoyed. He suddenly stood up solemnly, then filled Zhen Fan's tea cup, holding it with both hands. He stood in front of Zhen Fan with a serious expression and said: "

Since I want to accept your teachings, you are my master. Today I will worship you as my master. Whatever the master orders, the apprentice must obey it!" After saying that, he knelt down and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, looking quite solemn.

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Zhen Fan hurriedly flicked his hand, and a soft force dragged Cheng Hu, and Cheng Hu couldn't stand it any longer: "Don't do this, I'm helping you out of friendship. If you do this, I will

How can I joke with you in the future? Let’s just be friends. Can’t we be masters and disciples?”

"This... I always feel something is wrong!" Cheng Hu is a person who has received strict etiquette education, and he attaches great importance to this. And when he became a disciple, he also bowed like this, so he thought it was natural, but

Zhen Fan didn't want to, so he had to touch the back of his head, looking helpless.

"Don't feel uneasy. Everyone has their own fate. You met me and saw my situation that night. This is your fate, so what are you worried about?" Zhen Fan said,

He said to Cheng Hu, "I don't have any on hand now. You go to the United States and call me. I will give it to you then! Taoist teachings are of course meant to be given to those who are destined."

When Cheng Hu saw Zhen Fan saying this, he didn't force it. The two talked for a while and then left. Melissa looked at Zhen Fan and Cheng Hu chatting and couldn't understand a word. Although she had already started learning Chinese,

But it is still limited to daily words such as "hello", "thank you", "goodbye" and so on.

"Boss, do we have any plans now? I am your secretary, you have to tell me your itinerary in China so that I can make arrangements for you!" Melissa looked at Zhen Fan with flickering eyes, doing her best

duty.

"Forget it, I do whatever comes to my mind. I don't have any schedule to arrange. After I announced my retirement from the entertainment industry, there was a lot less harassment, which allowed me to calm down. But... let's go to Lingwu in the next few days.

Shan, I want to go see my master." Zhen Fan suddenly said.

It’s been a long time since I went to Lingwu Mountain. It’s been more than a year since I last took Emma with me. By the way, I picked some Chinese herbal medicine in Lingwu Mountain and brought it to the United States. It can be used in the future, that is Zhen

Fan has high hopes for the Chinese medicine research laboratory and Chinese patent medicine pharmaceutical factory that he will establish together with Zoe in the future.

If you want to truly promote Chinese medicine, you cannot rely solely on Chinese herbal medicine decoctions. You must have your own proprietary Chinese medicine products. This is in line with Westerners' medication habits and is also one of the most important means of promoting Chinese medicine.

To the north of Xinglong County, Hebei Province is the south of Lingwu Mountain. Zhen Fan went up from here last time, because last time Zhen Fan used Taoist methods to fly up directly, and this time Zhen Fan could not be as good as holding Emma.

He held Melissa in the same arms and flew over, so Zhen Fan still took the path to the scenic spot.

And he also bought two tickets. The ticket seller recognized Zhen Fan and hurriedly reported to the leader that he wanted to waive the big star's ticket. However, Zhen Fan didn't want to deal with their people, so he just bought the tickets directly.

Went in. There were not many people along the way, just twos and threes, mostly people driving here from the suburbs.

"This is such a good place!" Melissa looked around as she walked, curious. This was her first time in China. She had heard a lot about China's backward image. Her image of China was still stuck in

In the 1950s and 1960s. So when she came to Beijing for the first time, she was quite surprised to see a modern metropolis.

The trip to the capital over the past few days has completely overturned her impression of China and the Chinese people. The Chinese people she has come into contact with, except Zhen Fan, are some Chinese in Chinatown, who are quite conservative anyway.

A group of people who feel somewhat incompatible with mainstream American society.

But on the streets of the capital, she saw well-dressed people with confident faces everywhere. At the banquet, those people all appeared to be very well-educated, their conversations were gentle, and they were polite to others, so she almost returned to her hometown.

I washed my mind and came up with a brand new impression of China.

"I think...I like it here!" Melissa chatted with Zhen Fan as she walked.

"What are you referring to? This place? Lingwu Mountain is a very beautiful mountain near the capital. I also like it very much. I have a special feeling for it because my master once lived here. Now

He is also buried here. And I also spent my childhood here!" Zhen Fan looked at Melissa.

Zhen Fan knew Melissa's previous impression of China, and he didn't say much to her or explain anything, so he brought her here this time just to let her see what kind of country China is. Sure enough,

This completely defeated the biased reporting by the American media.

"No, I mean the whole of China, including the people here!" Melissa winked at Zhen Fan and said with a smile, "To be honest, I did have some prejudices before, even against you. I just don't

I said it. I didn’t show it on my face. I’m sorry, but I thoughtlessly believed those bullshit reports.”

"Do the people here include me?" Zhen Fan also smiled.

"Of course, aren't you from here?" Melissa jumped forward with a smile, and when she turned a corner, she saw a Taoist temple. Zhen Fan had seen this Taoist temple when he was a child. There was an old Taoist who was over 100 years old who often visited the temple.

I discussed Taoism with the master, and the two of them often walked around. But ten years ago, the old Taoist passed away. Then in response to the government's call, the Taoist temple had the old Taoist's ashes enshrined in a side room.

"What kind of building is this?" Melissa looked at the Taoist temple in front of her, stopped, and called Zhen Fan over, "This is the kind of building I see most in China, and it's even better than this in your capital city.

Bigger, better looking!" Melissa's impression of Chinese buildings was very rudimentary. She only saw similarities in appearance, so she thought Taoist temples were similar to palaces in the capital because they were both too full of Chinese characteristics.

"Taoist temple, Taoist monks live inside!" Zhen Fan said, leading Melissa in, but as soon as she entered, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a blue robe came over, followed by two little Taoist boys in blue robes.

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The buildings in the main hall are a bit dilapidated, but they are clean, and the paint seems to be shaking a little and starting to peel off. In addition, when I came in, I saw that the walls outside were mottled, as if they had not been repaired for a long time.

"Donor, please!" The middle-aged Taoist priest took three sticks of incense to Zhen Fan and motioned for Zhen Fan to add incense to the statue of Sanqing.

Zhen Fan took it and offered the incense respectfully. Then he asked the middle-aged Taoist priest to give Melissa three sticks of incense. Melissa took it with a smile, then walked to the statue of Sanqing, imitating Zhen Fan, first

Bow three times, then kneel down and bow three times, and when you get up, close your eyes and close your palms again. Do it in a decent manner.

Very few foreigners came to worship Sanqing like this. Melissa's kneeling attracted two or three tourists who looked on and seemed very excited. Zhen Fan took out his wallet, counted the numbers inside, and took out

Several hundred yuan was put into a merit box placed next to the incense burner.

When Melissa saw Zhen Fan doing this, she also wanted to take out the money from her body, but after touching it, she only took out a few US dollar bills from her trouser pocket. She counted them, almost a hundred dollars, and then followed suit.

Zhen Fan stuffed it into the merit box.

Those were U.S. dollars. Looking at the Arabic numerals, it seemed that there were more than what Zhen Fan had thrown in. The middle-aged Taoist priest and the two young Taoist priests quickly bowed their heads and said, "Immeasurable God!"

"This Taoist temple has been around for many years. It's so dilapidated. Why didn't you think of repairing it?" Zhen Fan asked.

The middle-aged Taoist priest did not dare to neglect, he was a rich man, so he stepped forward and said with a sad face: "I also want to practice, but I don't have the money. The government has ignored it for many years and only opened a ticket office here to collect tickets.

The merit money should also be given to

They divided it, and now they can support a few people, and the Taoist temple can open its doors every day to welcome guests, which is already very good!" The middle-aged Taoist priest looked helpless, "I made several reports, but to no avail, no one cares about this place!

It’s still an income for them!”

Zhen Fan frowned. He could see that the Taoist priest was not telling lies. Judging from his appearance, he was an honest person. He said, "What should I do if I can't hold on anymore?"

"I don't know, just take a step and see!" The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed.

"I will invest in your Taoist temple and give you a fixed salary. From now on, the merit box will no longer be placed there!" Zhen Fan said, pointing to the main hall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly turned red and felt ashamed.

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Don't miss it. ISBN: 2367536. (To be continued...)