Cai Gen didn't have a good impression of Baiyun Temple.

Even if we don't mention the two donkeys thing, according to the theory of nine points, there are still flaws in one's behavior.

The eldest apprentice, Xiong Chumo, was rich and powerful, and he was highly respected by his master through deceit and deceit.

Junior brother Yu Kujo worked diligently to subjugate demons, but he had no sense of existence.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so snobbish, as it doesn't fit well with Cai Gen's understanding of Taoism.

However, it is so realistic and cannot be exempted from vulgarity.

However, after actually meeting the owner of Baiyun Temple, Cai Gen's impression was even worse.

A fat man weighing three hundred pounds, wearing loose Taoist robes, sitting cross-legged on an Arhat bed, has nothing to do with the Taoist spirit of immortality.

However, with a smile on his face, he is quite approachable.

Xiong Chumo quickly introduced.

"Cai Gen, this is my master Zhentian Taoist, Mo Tianyou."

After introducing the big fat man, he came to the other end of the Arhat's bed.

Standing next to a young Taoist, he introduced again.

"This is my uncle, the Zhendi Taoist, Mo Diyou.

They are brothers, there is no difference between them."

Only then did Cai Gen realize that it turned out to be two people.

It's not that his eyesight is bad, it's mainly that Mo Tianyou is too fat and conspicuous.

Brothers?

Calculated by age, he would be eighty or ninety years old to be Xiong Chumo's master.

Even if he is fat and has no wrinkles, his age can still be seen in his aged eyes.

But this Mo Diyou is only in his twenties.

There was an impatient look on his face, and a bit of impetuousness and domineeringness in his eyes.

One leg was on the Luohan bed, and his hand was playing with Jade Ruyi.

That leader is a bit like a gangster mountain king.

Although Xiong Chumo's introduction is simple, it actually contains an amazing amount of information.

For brothers with such a big age difference, their mother is great.

"Master, uncle, this is Cai Gen, Boss Cai.

I saw it in the video last time I was at my house."

Mo Tianyou nodded with a smile and did not move, sitting very stable.

"Well, Boss Cai, I have admired you for a long time.

Please take a seat, Chumo, and pour me some tea."

Cai Gen looked around and saw only a plastic stool, a short foot-washing stool.

If you sit on it, you won't be able to see Mo Tianyou's face unless you raise your head.

What the hell, is this a show of authority to yourself?

There is a big difference from the humility in the last video conference.

Of course Cai Gen will not let them succeed.

Not polite at all.

He walked directly towards Mo Tianyou.

In his surprised eyes, he got on the Arhat bed.

From the gap in the Kang table, I walked into the bed.

He squeezed in and sat down in the seat behind Mo Tianyou.

"Xiao Shui, what else are you looking at doing? Get on the kang."

Zhen Shuiyin suppressed her laughter and looked serious.

He patted Mo Diyou's legs off the bed and climbed onto the kang.

Her space is relatively large, and it is very relaxing to sit cross-legged in it.

So, the scene became a bit funny.

Originally, the two Taoist priests were sitting on the Arhat bed, and Cai Gen was sitting on the plastic stool below.

The current scene is that Cai Gen and the four of them are all sitting on the Arhat bed, surrounding the kang table, and they only need a pair of cards to start.

The smile on Taoist Zhentian's face became a little stiff.

I didn't expect Cai Gen to take such an unconventional path.

Helplessly, he turned around and stood side by side with Cai Gen.

"Boss Cai, you are really extraordinary."

As he spoke, he helped Cai Gen pour a cup of tea with his own hands.

Cai Gen did not drink, but pushed it in front of Zhen Shuiyin, respectfully.

"Xiao Shui, drink first."

So, Mo Tianyou had no choice but to pour another glass.

Cai Gen took out his cigarette and lit two at the same time.

He stuffed one of them into Mo Tianyou's mouth.

Didn't give him a chance to refuse at all.

"Taoist priest, come here to smoke. It's too late for us to meet each other."

The smell of low-quality tobacco goes straight into the nose.

It was difficult to maintain the smile on Mo Tianyou's face.

I decided not to pretend anymore, and I can’t pretend anymore.

"Boss Cai, are you here late at night to protect your rights by returning goods?"

It's better to be direct. Cai Gen slapped the talisman on the table.

Before he could speak, the young Taoist opposite, Mo Diyou, spoke.

"Our Baiyun Temple is the ancestral home of the Quanzhen Sect.

It has been passed down for thousands of years and has never been returned.

Boss Cai, if you come to return the goods, you are destroying our brand.

Destroying a person's financial path is like killing his parents.

If you don't make things clear, we will fight to the death."

It seemed like a young man's impulsiveness, but in fact, Mo Tianyou nodded along to express his support.

Oh, is this a black and white face routine?

Cai Gen thinks they are a bit hypocritical.

"My friend Erlu, I spent a lot of money to buy the charm from you."

"Our Baiyun Temple has been inherited for thousands of years and has never done business.

All talismans contain the great avenue of heaven and earth and the grace of the ancestors.

How can I exchange for common things?

I can tell you responsibly.

Our talismans are all invited by pilgrims, not purchased.

Pilgrims' offerings are also voluntary, and there is never any forced purchase or sale."

Cai Gen was very annoyed by this awkward and upright look.

"Oh, the talisman doesn't work anyway, you are lying."

Just when Mo Diyou was about to quarrel with Cai Gen, Mo Tianyou spoke.

"Boss Cai, your friend Erlu feels that he has been deceived.

That's because his mortal eyes cannot see the essence of things clearly.

You can't tell it either.

What are his needs?
To be continued...