Hearing this, Qingjingsan's eyes gradually brightened, and then he raised his hands, saluted Fang Zheng, and said, "I have been taught. It's a poor Taoist who has made a fortune."
Fang Zheng said: "Donor, I can see that you have a strong social influence. In fact, compared to ordinary people, your influence is comparable to supernatural powers. For example, I can get the tickets for this conference."
If not, you can come as you like. Another example..."
"I understand." Qingjing Sanren interrupted Fang Zheng.
When Fang Zheng saw this, he chuckled. They are all sensible people, so there is no need to say so much.
Qingjing Sanren looked at the bright moon in the sky and said, "I figured it out, the moon has become beautiful."
At this moment, a white hand stretched out in front of Qingjing Sanren, dragging the dead branch in the palm of his hand. There was a confused little insect lying on the side of the dead branch. A warm voice sounded in his ear: "Blow it again and try."
try."
Qingjing Sanren was stunned and rolled his eyes at Fang Zheng, but the charming look in the fairy's glance made the monk's face turn red. This was the first time that Fang Zheng saw the look of Qingjing Sanren with such a little daughter's attitude, as if he suddenly changed from a fairy to a fairy.
A human girl, so beautiful that people can't help but feel moved.
However, everyone has a love for beauty. When Fang Zheng is moved by beauty, he doesn't care, and he won't have other thoughts. Instead, he will appreciate it openly. There is no dust in his heart, so why be afraid of others? Face it calmly, smile slightly, as if
Like a green pine.
Qingjing Sanren was stunned for a moment when she saw Fang Zheng's pure eyes. This was the first time since she was a child that she saw a person who could be so upright and unscrupulous, but without any frivolous or purely appreciative glances.
Qingjing Sanren smiled slightly, turned around and blew another breath at the dead branches and insects in Fang Zheng's hand.
The insect seemed to be frightened and retreated back into the dead branches.
Qingjing Sanren waited for a while and saw no change in the dead branches, so he asked: "It's gone?"
"Yes, if you call it out, you will naturally send it home. This is also fate." Fang Zheng chuckled and put the dead branches back into the flower pot.
Qingjing Sanren was immediately speechless...
Just as Qingjing Sanren was about to leave, she suddenly heard movement in the flowerpot. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw that the dead branches in the flowerpot suddenly moved. She thought to herself, "Are the insects coming out again?"
Sure enough, the bug ran out all of a sudden, seemingly a little reluctantly. Just when Qingjing Sanren was wondering, he saw the dead branch moving again, and then the old skin fell off and turned green, and the buds pulled out one by one, and the branches
It began to grow rapidly, getting taller and taller, sprouting branches, spreading green leaves, and a flower blooming!
This turned out to be a pot of golden chrysanthemum!
The golden chrysanthemums raised their heads high, looking particularly beautiful in the moonlight!
The Qingjing San cultivators on the side looked at this scene and were stunned. They didn't know what to say. After a long while, they looked at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng smiled slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "Supernatural powers."
Qingjing Sanren also smiled and said politely: "Thank you Master for answering Pindao's questions." As she said, Fang Zheng said before that although the fundamental doubts in her heart were solved, she was still confused about whether she had magical powers.
But at this moment, all her confusion disappeared the moment the golden chrysanthemum bloomed.
The sense of transparency in the soul and the clarity of the spiritual platform made her feel that the world had become more beautiful and the air had become freer.
The two of them had no intention of going back to the banquet hall. Instead, they walked side by side and walked up the stairs to the top floor, which was the main hall of Faxiang Temple. Standing at the top, overlooking the entire Hoan Kiem Lake, they felt very happy.
It's a different kind of refreshing.
The two of them talked about their experiences after separation and their understanding of the world. The more they talked, the happier they became. Finally, they sat directly on the ground, leaning against the guardrail, looking at the bright moon and chatting... At this moment, the two of them no longer had any fairy-like feelings.
Qi, the appearance of the living Buddha is like two children, chatting freely with a pure heart.
As for what's going on downstairs...
"Would it be rude if the host of the banquet finds out that we are not here?" Fang Zheng asked.
"It's okay, that's my uncle. If I don't go, he won't dare to say anything. Otherwise, I'll ask my grandfather to whip him!" Qingjing Sanren said with a smile like a little girl.
When Fang Zheng heard this, he suddenly realized, no wonder she was treated so well after she came, and the relationship is like that of a family! In this case, Fang Zheng was completely relaxed, and he didn't have to worry about smearing Qing Jing Sanren's face, so let's just chat on there. Anyway.
He also doesn’t like parties with a business atmosphere…
At the same time, the banquet hall.
Businessmen, politicians, and representatives of sects were chatting happily, service personnel were coming and going, and it was a lively scene.
At this moment, the high platform suddenly lit up. When everyone saw it, they suddenly became quiet. They knew that today's protagonist was about to appear. The host of this grand event! Many businessmen and politicians looked at it with expectant looks.
On the high platform.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked out slowly, and everyone laughed when they saw this.
The man was wearing a crisp suit. Judging from his age, he seemed not too old, only forty or fifty years old. His face was kind but dignified.
"Grandpa, who is this? So impressive." Xiaoxun asked in a low voice.
Chen Daoyuan whispered: "This is the organizer of this conference, the contemporary head of the Ruan family, the first family in YN country. Although he is young, his skills are extremely powerful. Whether it is politics or business, he has great influence in YN
It has a decisive influence. Some people say that the Ruan family is the head of YN. Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it can also prove the strength of the Ruan family from the side."
When Chen Xiaoxun heard this, he was immediately confused: "The Ruan family? The Ruan family again? That bastard thing from before seems to belong to the Ruan family too, right?"
"You don't understand this. People with the surname Ruan in YN country account for 40% of the total population! This Ruan family is not the other Ruan family. The difference between the two is almost equivalent to the difference between us and Fang Zheng. Except for the same surname,
There is no other relationship at all." Chen Daoyuan said.
Chen Xiaoxun grinned and said: "This... is too amazing, isn't it? How fertile are the ancestors of the Ruan family? Forty percent of the country's population is named Ruan... amazing!"
Chen Daoyuan said with a smile: "Don't make random guesses. If you don't understand, just ask. If you can't understand, just read more books. Otherwise, you will be embarrassed and laughed at."
"Grandpa, tell me what's going on?" Chen Xiaoxun was really curious.
Chen Daoyuan saw that the head of the Ruan family was speaking, and they were all polite words, with nothing to listen to. He simply gave Chen Xiaoxun some science knowledge and said in a low voice: "YN before the Northern Song Dynasty, it was the territory of our country, so naturally and
Great China is concerned.
During the war in the Tang Dynasty, many people fled to Sichuan. Later, when the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms began, it was no longer safe, so they fled again and ended up in today's YN area. Among them was the Ruan family.