"Are you connected to the signal?"

The whole hall was filled with cheers.

Dwight took the lead in applauding: "Finally succeeded..."

No one knows how Dwight felt when the rover lost contact.

Dwight, who was tormented by fear, anger, worry, doubt, and so on, almost went crazy.

Many netizens around the world are questioning, why doesn’t the beautiful country publish photos of Mars? The beautiful country used to be very high-profile in this regard, why did it suddenly become silent?

Wait, various doubts made him criticized by all parties. In just a few days, Dwight seemed to have gone through hell.

Now, the Mars rover is finally back to work.

However, in an instant, the applause and cheers stopped suddenly, everyone's expressions became strange, and the entire hall fell silent.

The two Mars rovers and the Mars helicopter were not sent to Mars by their own strength, but by the power of God.

Dwight closed his eyes slightly and took a few breaths. When he opened his eyes, Dwight had a faint smile on his face: "Our rover has never had any problems, it's just dormant. Now we're establishing signal transmission."

, three days later, it will be broadcast live to the whole world at the same time..."

Dwight didn't dare to think too much, God... appeared!

If there were still all kinds of doubts before, what can we say now that the rover has been sent to Mars?

Can you still doubt it?

...

Qingyun Temple is relatively quiet.

The clone does not need Zhang Qingyun's soul power to control it. With the teleportation array, the clone can be teleported directly. The nine clones were dispatched together and were already on Mars, starting to dig holes, waiting for Zhang Qingyun to burn the talisman and seal and arrange the formation.

Zhang Qingyun sat cross-legged on the futon, carving jade talismans and seal scripts very seriously.

The cat spirit was lying at Zhang Qingyun's feet, jade chips fell on his head, and the cat spirit shook its ears and shook its head.

The cat spirit feels very playful and enjoys it endlessly.

It wasn't until the morning that Zhang Qingyun put down the jade and stretched.

After half a day of recording without stopping, I was still a little exhausted mentally.

Burning formation talismans, Yin Shen's power, and real energy consumption are still very large.

After having lunch, Zhang Qingyun glanced at the gate of the Taoist temple. Xiaoxing was bitten by a dog and was not here today. Zhang Qingyun carried the futon to the gate, intending to understand the various conditions in the world and the perfect Yin Shen.

Before I put down the futon, I heard a joke: "Hey... that old Taoist priest showed up again. Let me ask him and make him tell the truth..."

She was still the woman who played Truth or Dare at that time. Apparently Zhang Qingyun didn't call her beautiful last time, and this woman is still not convinced now.

Zhang Qingyun's face darkened: "Old Taoist priest?"

This woman has a serious eye problem.

Pindao is only thirty-five years old this year, and he is in the prime of his youth... There are so many high-quality young people in the city of thirty-five who are not married yet... Old? Where are they old?

A poor man is still a high-quality unmarried young man!

Zhang Qingyun grew a beard, which was nearly twenty centimeters long.

Is this called Immortal Wind Dao Bone?

"These women are so rich."

Ten dollars, oh...it has already increased to fifteen dollars.

The merchants were so good at doing business that they raised prices in disguise and divided the milk tea into large and small cups.

Now the price is clearly marked in front of the milk tea shop, a small cup of milk tea is 10 yuan, a large cup of milk tea is 15 yuan... Zhang Qingyun saw that every woman was holding a large cup of milk tea, and no one was holding a small cup of milk tea:

"Tsk tsk... drinking milk without producing milk is a waste..."

Ninety-nine percent of the women here are working part-time. A cup of milk tea every day, drinking it to heaven?

Oh, these women sometimes have a drink in the afternoon.

Zhang Qingyun still remembers the first cup of milk tea in autumn, the first cup of milk tea in spring, etc. for men and women in love. When our ancestors divided the 24 solar terms, it was to distinguish the seasons and engage in agricultural production.

What would my ancestors think if they knew that the twenty-four solar terms they divided were almost occupied by women and turned into Valentine's Day? Perhaps the ancestors were confused: "Why are women taking over the festivals that are dedicated to production?"

Did you take advantage of it?"

Looking at the woman drinking milk tea and playing with her mobile phone, Zhang Qingyun was speechless.

Smashing his mouth, Zhang Qingyun was really curious: "Does it taste good?"

Whether it tastes good or bad, Zhang Qingyun doesn't want to continue looking at it. The woman opposite has already walked over: "Tsk, tsk, I don't close the door, let's see if you dare to come in."

The Taoist temple is deep and very quiet.

When you come in, no one outside can hear you.

"Pooh..."

Zhang Qingyun spat: "It must have been influenced by the spring. He penetrated into the dreams of those people and was led bad by a few people. His thoughts became evil. Back then... I was so pure."

Zhang Qingyun entered the Taoist temple, and sure enough, the woman hesitated: "This Taoist priest has no good intentions..."

Lure me in?

And then...huh?

The woman didn't dare to come in, but a man came in: "Taoist priest... you finally opened the door."

"What are you here for?"

Seeing the person coming, Zhang Qingyun frowned. He really didn't like it. This man was Yuan Fang.

Yuan Fang was slightly embarrassed. He turned around and glanced at the woman in front of the Taoist temple. His face was a little ugly. It was these women who made fun of him last time.

These women are very strong, shameless, and dare to say anything.

"That... it's the same thing as last time. If the Taoist priest helps me, I'll kowtow to the Taoist gods and give me some sesame oil money..."

In order to avoid ridicule, Yuanfang spoke very cryptically.

The group of women in front of the Taoist temple are all too bold.

Zhang Qingyun waved his hand: "Builder, Qingyun Temple is a temple for descendants. It does not accept incense from outside, so as not to disturb the incense of the ancestors. Secondly... sesame oil money, that's what the monks call it, and what the Taoist temple gives is called alms and mercy.

It’s called offering...Moreover, Qingyun Temple does not accept offerings..."

Is this Taoist priest a fool? Don’t you want money after others have brought it to your door?

This is not because Zhang Qingyun is stupid, but because it is a rule that cannot be changed since ancient times.

Zhang Qingyun doesn't know what other Taoist temples are like. Qingyun Temple is not supported.

As the saying goes: Receive incense from your disciples and protect your children and grandchildren's fortune.

Accepting incense from outside will mess up the spiritual blessings of the ancestors and ruin your own luck.

"Taoist priest..."

Yuan Fang's face was full of embarrassment: "I don't understand these rules, blah... Wang Shenpo hurt me, blah, blah, she doesn't know anything, but she hurt me badly."

Cursing and cursing, Yuan Fang kept saying: "Taoist Priest, please help me, this is a life-saving matter."

It’s impossible not to come. I don’t know if this is for psychological reasons or if I am really being punished by the gods.

Now when he urinates, even if his bladder is very full, he just can't release any water... But when he's not paying attention, he wets his pants. Moreover, as a man in his thirties, he always wets the bed...

I went to several hospitals for diagnosis, but nothing happened.

I also saw a psychiatrist and found that there was nothing wrong with me mentally.

You have to believe in science. He believed that there was really nothing wrong with him. It was just that time when he was drunk and released water in front of the Taoist temple. Since then, this problem has been with him.

Now his children dislike him and his wife dislikes him. Sometimes when he is at work, his pants get wet...

His colleagues also began to laugh at him, and he couldn't even lift his head.

"Taoist Master... I was really wrong... I can't stand it anymore. If this continues, I will really go crazy."

As he said this, Yuan Fang's pants became wet again... He was so angry that water flowed down his trouser legs.

Yuan Fang's face stiffened and turned slightly pale.

Because of him, I heard bursts of laughter.

Turning around, he saw seven or eight girls huddled together in front of the Taoist temple, holding milk tea and staring at his pants.

Yuan Fang could not wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl in immediately.

"Plop."

Yuan Fang knelt in front of Zhang Qingyun: "Taoist Priest... I was really wrong, pity me, please let me go..."

Zhang Qingyun's head is full of black lines, you have a mental problem, why are you relying on Pindao?

But not to mention, Zhang Qingyun was really surprised. The wishful talisman last time caused Yuan Fang's psychological problems... The discharge of sewage in front of the Taoist temple is an unforgivable thing.
To be continued...