When a large real estate development company in Chang'an was developing a cultural tourism project, it encountered a thorny problem: there was a dilapidated Taoist temple in the valley where the cultural tourism project was located, and an old Taoist priest lived in it.
Non-protected buildings can be demolished by any means.
But what surprised the developer was that the peripheral relocation companies encountered big trouble when they were trying to persuade the relocation: the villagers in the villages near the Taoist temple actually protected the old Taoist priest.
It is no small matter when it comes to farmers, so developers have no choice but to turn to the government for help.
However, just when the government staff came to the door, the veteran Qing Shizi showed a lot of military medals.
"The old Taoist priests of the Taoist temple can't make the decision. Please take the government for the sake of these military medals and wait for a while. The owner of the Taoist temple will be back soon..."
At the same time, Qin Song, the young museum owner who was doing experiments in a certain country in Europe, had just finished his work and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when his secretary opened the door and came in: "Mr. Qin, someone just sent a message that the Taoist temple in my hometown cannot hold it.
Already..."
Qin Song immediately rushed back to the country. When he saw the old Taoist priest with a face full of vicissitudes of life, he couldn't help but shed tears: "Master..."
What Qin Song didn't expect was that his master actually took out an ultimatum from behind and placed it in front of Qin Song...
Although Qin Song was raised by Qingshi Taoist, he had always been formally educated and rejected becoming a Taoist priest, thinking it was superstitious.
Seeing this, Qingshi just smiled faintly: "The Shoushan Temple we are in is a branch of the Yinxian Sect of Taoism. The skills of guarding the house are "Ziwei Dou Shu" and "Plum Blossom Yi Shu". The old Taoist should be from the Ming Dynasty.
Freshmen..."
As he said that, Qingshi Laodao fell into memories...
In Qingshi's memory, his childhood was full of hunger and wandering, until he was led up the mountain by his master to teach scriptures, learn fortune telling, and learn medicine.
Childhood is always very short, and Qingshi Lao Taoist has an outstanding talent. In just ten years, he has emptied the master's knowledge...
Therefore, when the fall of China began, Master drove him down the mountain and asked him to find his own way.
Before going down the mountain, the master explained a few points: first, not to reveal his secret knowledge "Zi Wei Dou Shu" to anyone; second, learn more, listen more, and speak less; third, there are only six words, "Not only."
Tao, don’t be afraid of Tao.”
Although Qingshi was a little confused, he still went down the mountain empty-handed...
Although Qingshi was empty-handed, relying on the miscellaneous books he had read on the mountain and telling fortunes for others, he could not go hungry. When he was rich, he could still help the poor.
However, people are more afraid of being famous than people are afraid of being strong. Qingshi, who had just come down from the mountain, was targeted by his senior brother who had come down from the mountain many years ago, and they planned to drag him to start a career together.
The senior brother didn't even know that his master had accepted a closed disciple, and he also didn't know that Qingshi studied the most mysterious "Ziwei Dou Shu" in numerology among the teachers. He could tell at a glance that his intentions were evil.
Qingshi was conceited while planning his escape.
Fortunately, the senior brother just regarded Qingshi as a small chess piece and didn't take it seriously.
So, Qingshi, who had practiced self-defense and "parkour skills" - Qinggong, ran away one night...
After that, Qingshi traveled all the way to Zhongyuan. Within a few days, the Huayuankou embankment was dug, and the Yellow River Flood Area expanded thousands of miles a day.
In desperation, the old Taoist priest had no choice but to follow the refugees all the way west. On the way to escape, relying on the medical skills he had learned, the old Taoist priest soon became the backbone of the victims.
As fate would have it, Qingshi led a large army to northern Shaanxi, but as soon as he arrived at the happy land, the old man was reported for engaging in feudal superstitious activities.
How dare you say that Taoist culture is a superstitious activity?
You will be speechless if you look at the gossip and don't argue.
"We Taoists believe in our ancestors, how can we have any feudal superstition?"
The female warrior who was responsible for educating the masses was immediately inspired to fight when she saw that the old Taoist was not convinced: "Then why do you tell people's fortunes? Is there any scientific basis for those things?"
"That's philosophy," Qingshi Xiaodao insisted, "We just give them a little hope when they encounter difficulties in life..."
The female warrior was quickly defeated and couldn't argue, so she naturally had to be replaced...
After a series of persuasion and education, Qingshi is still a die-hard. However, after being educated, the tangled expression on Qingshi's face means that things are not that simple.
The stubborn Qingshi was naturally marginalized, and Qingshi remained at ease. However, he stopped his fortune-telling business and started talking about storytelling, telling some chivalrous novels, or reading to familiar little friends in difficulty...
The relationship between the two parties remained stagnant until the base area encountered a serious crisis: a raid.
At the critical moment, Qingshi was still very powerful. He picked up the gun, jumped up and down, and killed many Japanese. Afterwards, Qingshi quickly integrated into the base area and became a military doctor. As the troops moved to the northwest...
After that, Qingshi encountered the biggest turning point in his life: his master was killed by his senior brother, leaving him only a bloody note: Don't only follow the Tao, don't fear the Tao.
In the blink of an eye, five or six years have passed, and Qingshi has transformed from a stubborn "feudal remnant" into a staunch revolutionary fighter.
After many years, Qingshi returned to Chang'an City again. His identity changed, and so did his senior brother's, from a speculator to a spy full of crimes...
In order to deal with his senior brother, Qingshi took out the "Zi Wei Dou Shu" that had not been used for many years, made a game, and sent his senior brother to the master's tomb...
After hearing his master tell his legendary experience, Qin Song was silent for a long time, and then sighed slightly: "Master, what kind of book is that "Zi Wei Dou Shu"..."
Qingshi smiled slightly: "Do you still remember the astrology book I gave you before going to Europe?"
Qin Song's eyes widened: "Don't tell me..."
Qingshi nodded firmly, pushed the certificate to Qin Song again, and smiled slightly: "We are the only ones left guarding the mountain temple, our master and apprentice. If you don't come next, I can't explain to the deceased master..."
"But……"
"There's nothing good about it," Qingshi smiled, "The end of your career as a master is coming soon. When you take over as the leader, you can set the rules yourself..."
A month later, Qin Song submitted the ultimatum documents to the Religious Affairs Administration.
As soon as the name of Shoushan Temple appeared, it attracted the attention of many old comrades in Qingshi Taoism. However, when a group of comrades sent people to find the registered Shoushan Temple, the Taoist temple had been demolished, and the person who signed the agreement was "Cang Songzi"...
"Where's the Cangsongzi people?"
"It's already down the mountain..."
When writing the script, Zhou Yan added some secrets to the script: Cangsongzi Qin Song, who has gone down the mountain, is the prototype of himself, but he just changed his identity; and in the end, Zhou Yan also stayed behind as the reason why Cangsongzi went down the mountain.
Suspense, waiting for someone’s interpretation...
After finishing, Zhou Yan threw the script to Deng Zhuo.
"Boss, isn't it? Come again, are you addicted to the big screen? Or do you have money and no place to spend it?"
Zhou Yan just rolled his eyes: "You read it first and then talk!"
Deng Zhuo spent more than an hour reading the script and was silent for a long time before calling Zhou Yan back: "Boss, why do I feel like you are filming an autobiography?"
"Just take it as such. The production costs will be paid by you first. If you lose money, I will ask the butler to settle the account for you..."