C61 The New Head of White Cloud Temple

On National Day, Daan County was very lively with red fires. Early in the morning, the sun had just come out, and the streets were bustling with people and gongs.

In the business circle with the drum tower and the walking street as the core, all kinds of businesses had been mobilized and used up all kinds of things. All kinds of promotions launched a fierce marketing attack.

Every national holiday was the time for people to travel, and it was also the golden time for business to take the opportunity to promote. In these few years, there was a wave of cultural tourism in the country. Daan County seized opportunities and made use of the geographical advantage of the Yellow River to develop tourism and obtain a certain amount of results.

Standing on the sixth floor of Yuan Ding Commercial Building, in front of the window of the Yellow River Pearl Club, looking at the bright sunlight and looking down at the colorful human heads on the streets. Huang Weidong held a glass cup and elegantly took a sip of Lefay wine from France. He couldn't help but reveal a proud smile on his face.

In his opinion, these people who were running all over the street for survival were like ants on the Yellow River. Other than eating and drinking all day long, they didn't have any advanced wisdom.

Rather than living an ordinary life and living an ignoble life, sometimes, it was better to just dive headfirst into the surging Yellow River and drown himself.

Then, he couldn't help but look into the distance, and the smile on his face became even more brilliant and excited. Across the rolling Yellow River, The four flamboyant and flamboyant words of Long Runyuan glistened under the sunlight, emitting a graceful and majestic aura.

At the auction at the beginning of the year, they had successfully defeated all the old property industry companies, including Hucheng Group. Hanhong Home Appliances had completely taken over the 100 acres of gold land in the West Bay.

Then, he paid a large sum of money to hire experts from the Provincial City Design Department and planned out this unique and high-end villa district with a rich western garden specialty. It caused an unprecedented sensation and even went on the Da An TV station. He, Huang Weidong, once again became the center of attention that everyone in the county envied and talked about.

This kind of sensational effect had been created more than 20 years ago in the big contracting movement. From the first day he started contracting the county department store, it had been created, and it had continued all the way until today. Perhaps, it would continue and become a legend in the business world that would never disappear.

As a legend in the business world of Daan, he sincerely hoped to become an eternal hero in the hearts of more than 600,000 people in the county. He wanted to be worshipped forever, just like the drum tower that was built in the Ming Dynasty during the era of the Hong Martial Arts. It stood in the center of the county city by the Yellow River, and it would become the glorious symbol of the history of Daan.

Just as Huang Weidong was thinking, Zhenyang Zi held a teacup and walked to the window with a smile. He asked softly, "Director Huang, what are you thinking about? Are you still thinking about defeating Hua Cheng Corporation?

In the soul-stirring contest at the beginning of the year, although he did not personally come to the scene, as a senior executive from Hanhong Home Appliances, he had been helping Huang Weidong remotely command Huang Chengzong from behind the scenes to obtain the final victory. He felt that he had contributed a lot.

Huang Weidong did not turn his head. He continued to admire the four golden words of Longyuan Jiayuan with a proud gaze. After a moment, he said indifferently, "Nothing much. Just take a look. "

Although his tone was very calm and easy-going, Zhenyang Zi could still hear the pride and arrogance that were unique to the victors. He could not help but laugh in his heart as if he understood.

ZhenYangzi Zi did not like drinking drinks and drinks. He just loved drinking tea very much. He drank Lushan Cloudmist Tea all year round. The tea was emerald green in color and fragrant like orchids. It was fresh, refreshing, and rich. It was considered the best food in the world to nourish one's health.

At the same time, when he brewed the tea, he put in a few red jujube and wolfberries from the real estate, as well as the immortal pills he refined from the secret collection of flowers. The taste became even more fragrant.

When he was young, he went to Mount Lushan to practice his Daoist magic. After spending a long time there, he went to Mount Wudang under the recommendation of his master, Xiaoyao Zi. In the end, he thought that his Dao Art had already reached a very high realm, so he returned to his hometown, Daan, and settled down at Mount Indigo Mountain's White Cloud Temple.

Not long after, with the help of Huang Weidong, he defeated the other competitors when the Sect Leader, Daoist Master Mirror, passed away, and became the new owner of the Daoist temple.

When he was cultivating in the Immortal Cave of Lushan, Hanyang Peak, his master Xiaoyao Zi, an old Daoist in his 70s who was still in good spirits, loved drinking tea very much. Every day, he would hold a teacup in his arms and never leave his body.

After a long time, he learned how to drink tea by listening and watching. Moreover, he had drunk it for more than 20 years. It had always been Lushan Cloudmist Tea. Other tea, such as the famous Yellow Mountain Maoshuang Mountain's Silver Needles, was not something he was used to.

Regardless of whether it was the sunny, fragrant flowers, birds' language, or the gloomy, cold wind that pierced the face, Every morning, his master Xiaoyao Zi sat cross-legged on a round rock in front of the cave, facing the east. He held a teacup in his hand, and every time he took a sip of the emerald-green Lushan Cloudmist Tea, he closed his eyes and shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

"The tender shoots are fragrant and spiritual, and I am called the hero of the grass. Night dislocate and smoke were stirred, and the cold furnace cooked the snow. Only the worried green powder was scattered, and it was common for it to turn green. It's the most precious, it can make one sleep and think clearly. "

This scene caused Zhenyang Yangzi to sigh with admiration and be extremely envious. Later on, he found out that the poem his master recited was the 'Tea Poetry' of Tang Mo's Daoist Priest Zheng Luo. Because he admired his master even more, and he secretly felt that this was the true person who had attained the Dao.

The Old Lord Taishang's Heaven Opening Scripture was a Daoist scripture. It recorded that when Shennong was still alive, the Old Lord descended to the mortal world and created the Tai Wei Scripture. He taught Shennong how to taste all sorts of herbs, obtain five valleys, and plant them with the people. With the life of a beast.

Xiaoyao Zi muttered to himself. In the past, Shennong had tasted the Hundred Herbs and encountered 72 poisons every day. He had gotten rid of them with tea. This tea was the Lushan Cloudmist Tea.

After he finished speaking, he sipped the tea for a moment and pondered deeply for a long time. After that, he actually let out a few long chuckles in succession while facing the ethereal, empty, and misty mountains.

For a time, the mountain valleys responded one after another. The sky was coiled and scattered, and the lingering sounds were intermittent and indistinct. It was like a clear sound from outside the heavens, and it caused one's mind and mind to be refreshed and their worries to disappear. It was as if they had entered the realm of immortals that had no desires and desires. They rode the wind and drifted through the vast universe, and it was indescribably wonderful.

Just as Zhenyang Zi was deep in thought and meditating on his beautiful past, Huang Weidong suddenly asked in a cold voice. "Daoist Priest, in your opinion, how are the prospects of Longyuan Jiayuan?"

Since he had won the bid for the piece of land in the West Bay at a high price, he had to sell it at a good price. He was a businessman, and he wanted to maximize his profits. Otherwise, what was the use of spending so much effort to buy land?

To this monk who was proficient in the arts of Yin and Yang and was also skilled in the medical way and was renowned across both sides of the Yellow River, Huang Weidong had sincerely admired and respected him from the bottom of his heart from the very first day he came into contact with him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble later on. After Daoist Priest Yue Lao passed away, he didn't hesitate to use the forces of the Black and White Daoism to recommend him as the new head of the sect.

Speaking of how the two of them got to know each other back then, it was quite a dramatic process. Nine years ago, on a scorching summer afternoon, when he was drinking with a few friends by the Yellow River, he talked about the business world's deception and intrigue. When he talked about how time was heartless and life was short, it immediately caused a wave of sighs.

"Recently, for some reason, I always felt that I was irritated, that my chest was stuffy, and that my breathing was not smooth. That year, Huang Weidong was only in his early sixties, but he had been in the business world for dozens of years.

Sitting under the awning and looking at the rolling Yellow River not far away, this famous figure in the business world of Daan actually gave birth to a trace of melancholy and annoyance for no reason.

Wang Shaomin was in her early thirties. The owner of the Soaring Cloud PC company stared at Huang Weidong. After a moment, he said with a smile, "Director Huang, why are you so pessimistic?"

Then, he took a sip of beer and said, "I would like to recommend an enlightened expert to you so that he can teach you the secret technique of immortality. "

Seeing the trace of doubt on Huang Weidong's face, he laughed and continued: "This expert came from Wudang Mountain. His ancestors were famous Yin-Yang Masters in Daan for generations. They chose tombs for the dead, and they chose auspicious days for the living. It was not vague at all, and it was very effective. "

When he said this, he thought to himself that more than ten years ago, after his grandfather passed away, his tomb was chosen by the father of Zhenyang Zi. Two years ago, his grandmother's tomb was personally chosen by Zhenyang Zi. At that time, his father had already been dead for three to four years.

"There's such an expert in Da An?" Seeing that Wang Shao Min was speaking very seriously and did not seem like she was joking, Huang Weidong immediately perked up. He grabbed his wine cup and forgot to drink. He stared at the other party and asked impatiently, "Which path is he from? Where is he now?"