Although Ding Yang noticed something strange, he didn't understand why this was at all.

"Silo, why did all these people avoid our stalls? Did we make any taboos?"

Zhang Yi had long been full of confidence in Ding Yang, and immediately shook his head and said, "Don't be too careful with the immortals. In the eyes of villains, they probably felt your unique immortal demeanor, so they retreated to show respect."

Is this true?

Why do you feel that the warlocks around you seem to be afraid of having some connection with us, just like avoiding the plague?

However, even though Ding Yang was full of suspicion, he really didn't know much about the Song Dynasty. Think about it, his family is now full of modern equipment, which is one thousand years ahead of the Song Dynasty.

Maybe, it’s really like Zhang Yi said!

At this moment, Ding Yang saw a young monk coming not far away, as if guiding everyone to distribute stalls, and playing a role similar to a market administrator.

No matter who he faces, the monk is full of kindness.

When you speak, you must put your hands together and be respectful first. When you speak in a kind manner, you will be serious and responsible. In a short while, the surroundings will become orderly under his assignment.

However, there were too many people who wanted to get a share of the Wanxun trading conference, and the empty spaces under the corridor quickly became nervous.

Seeing that there was not enough space, the monk looked around and immediately found that there was a huge position on Ding Yang. However, he asked others to move toward this side, but found that all the sorcerers who were quite easy to talk to were embarrassed, and no one followed his command.

Could it be that the donors over there are not easy to talk to? Are these people afraid of getting close to the past and suffering?

With the idea in mind, the monk was ready to come and advise: Hello everyone, is it really good!

As a result, when he first came to Ding Yang's stall, he just glanced at the wooden sign hanging from Ding Yang. His kind-hearted smile suddenly became calm: "Huh?"

The other warlocks immediately diverted their attention and whispered: "Look, you've been discovered!"

"Hehe, I'm watching it again now!"

The monk carefully looked at the wooden sign hanging from Ding Yang for a long time, frowned, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Turning to Ding Yang's strange appearance, especially the strange black jade that covered his eyes and half of his face, it was particularly curious. The closer he looked, the more he felt that he couldn't see through his depth.

After thinking about it, I finally reluctantly folded my hands together and bowed: "Amitabha, how dare you ask if this wooden sign was hung by the donor?"

There is naturally no doubt about this. Ding Yang deliberately hung up to open up the momentum.

Unexpectedly, the monk's face became more and more ugly after hearing the answer: "Amitabha, there are many people in the trading conference of the Wanmen. There may be some inconvenience in the temple. I wonder if the donor hung the wrong wooden sign in a hurry?"

How could it be wrong?

Although Ding Yang was very sure, he couldn't help but look back and take a look - consecrating and blessing - it was the gimmick he specially put forward to set off a frenzy.

Zhang Yi also explained next to him: "Master, my seven-star Taoist priest is a Taoist immortal from Kunlun Mountain. He came to the world to understand the cause and effect of the world. He came to find the enlightenment of the people who are destined to be among the countless sentient beings. How could he put the wrong sign on!"

The monk's face was covered with gloomy sword. He saw that he wanted to leave after raising his foot, but then took another step and turned around and confirmed again, "Are you really not wrong?"

After getting the affirmative answer, the monk did not speak anymore, nodded and left.

"Hey? Xiansheng, why is this monk so rude?" Zhang Yi felt very surprised. Monks were not like this in the past!

Ding Yang didn't understand the situation, so where was he angry about this inexplicable thing?

However, the other witchcraft warlocks who had long avoided the stalls had already begun to gloat: "Did you see it? Even if you offend Daxiangguo Temple, that little colleague is probably going to suffer some trouble!"

"Hmph, if I want to say that, they deserve it. If such a slap in the face is not taught by a lesson, where will the face of Daxiangguo Temple be placed? Even if the Bodhisattva can tolerate it, the monk will not tolerate it!"

"Hehe, I came out to explore the world at such a young age, and there is also a lack of experience. Although I have learned a lesson this time, it will be beneficial to him in the long run. I hope that I will learn from my mistakes in the future and it will not be in vain to suffer this hardship!"

Although these people spoke in a low voice, they didn't really take it as a secret and they were actually quite close. He was paying attention to the surroundings carefully and heard it all.

Offended the monk? Slap in the face in person? What did I do? Huh? No, it seems that I really overlooked some problems!

Ding Yang, who soon woke up, smiled bitterly in his heart: he wanted to take the opportunity to become famous at the Wanxiangguo Temple, but forgot that the temple fair was held in Daxiangguo Temple.

Anyway, Daxiangguo Temple is also the base camp of Buddhism. Here, consecrating and blessing people as a Taoist priest is like stepping on the faces of monks.

Since ancient times, have you ever seen that religion that is not exclusive?

Haven't the Crusaders and the Green Sect fought bloody battles for thousands of years? As soon as the list of gods was released, the Anhui Sect immediately killed the sky and the earth. Even if Buddhism and Taoism were a little better, at most they would be just a good water that would not break the river.

Now that he is bullying, how could the monks be polite to Ding Yang?

No wonder the warlocks around him stayed away early. It was not because they were full of awe of his new look in the 21st century, but because they were afraid that they would get angry with the monks.

However, since things have come to this point, Ding Yang has no good idea to have the best of both worlds.

Either give up all the plans this time, let alone making a lot of money by traveling through time, even Duan Cheng’s future troubles cannot be solved. Or just hold on, don’t give up until the Yellow River is persistent, don’t give up, don’t cry without seeing the coffin, don’t cry without the Great Wall, don’t be a hero...

Anyway, looking at the red line on the back of the hand, he is almost at the wrist. After the plane activity is satisfied, he can flash people at any time. Even if he encounters danger, he will not cause any life-threatening consequences to him.

Then, it’s better to try it!

Ding Yang, who had made up his mind, looked at Zhang Yi with a puzzled look, but did not explain much: "Hmph, it's a mediocre person not to attract jealousy! Maybe the monk found out that I was highly cultivated and jealous!"

Having said that, Ding Yang was ready to be beaten by the monks to find fault.

But he never expected that he even squeezed the electric baton tightly, but the expected enemy did not appear even a monk again.

What's going on?

Do monks really eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name, and plan to be harmonious?

As time went by, Ding Yang gradually relaxed his vigilance - maybe the monks were not ready to destroy this Wanxiang Trading Conference, so they let him go.

In any case, it is better not to have a dispute.

Just when Ding Yang thought that there was no trouble with the monks and everything should develop according to the set plot, he slowly discovered that something seemed to be wrong in the direction of things.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Occasionally, someone stopped, but looked at the words hanging on the wooden sign and shook his head and left.

Half an hour passed.

From time to time, people stopped to ask Ding Yang if he was a fortune teller. These people were illiterate, and Ding Yang shook his head to deny it. But before he could reveal the power of mysticism, someone had already read the font size on the wooden sign next to him.

No matter who hears it, it seems like he has seen a ghost in broad daylight, and he turns around and leaves in horror. If it is worse, he will go back to the Buddha statue in the hall and put in an incense stick, which can be regarded as driving away the evil spirit.

One hour...

Two hours...

Seeing that the sun was about to reach the top of my head, there was not even a single guest here!

The stalls next to them with the "Fortune-telling" signs have been busy for a long time and have never been idle. However, Ding Yang and Zhang Yi have always been like two statues, and no one comes to ask when they stand on the ground.

how so?

Speaking of which, the Wanxiang Trading Conference was indeed not a fan of, and Ding Yang was shocked this morning. It turned out that the large-scale temple fairs in ancient times were so lively, with almost endless heads next to people.

Men, women, the elderly and children almost caught up with people of all ages.

Ding Yang was still wondering, isn’t it said that the Song Dynasty’s Neo-Confucianism is prosperous and has a huge restriction on women’s activities? Why are there so many women coming to visit temple fairs? It doesn’t seem like they care too much!

It took me a long time to figure it out. It turns out that the Neo-Confucianism of the Song Dynasty was only beginning at this stage and did not truly form the value standards that the entire society would abide by!

After the Jingkang shame, the Jin soldiers plundered a large number of royal relatives and noble daughters, including the queen and princess, as well as many princesses and princesses, all of whom were worse than prostitutes. Neo-Confucianism began to officially rise, believing that these royal noble daughters should have committed suicide when the city was broken.

The so-called starvation is a small matter, and the loss of fortune is a big matter is also officially recognized.

Many cultural people feel embarrassed that the royal women who represent the face of the country have become playthings for the Jin soldiers. In order to avoid the same tragic situation in the future, they gradually began to implement the standards of the science, hoping to fundamentally eliminate all hidden dangers.

As a result, it turned into a routine that required severe medical treatment, which led to the gradual expansion of the scientific system and the standards becoming increasingly irrational to the imprisonment of human nature.

In the end, the Neo-Confucian system that Ding Yang saw in later generations was actually not officially recognized by the entire Song Dynasty society at this moment.

Of course, in the Confucian moral norms, there are still rules for men and women to defend themselves, but they are not as perverted as in the Ming and Qing dynasties in later generations.

So much so that the slogan of liberating women in later generations was shouted, but the mistakes in history were repeated again!

Finally, the liberation of human nature was abandoned, and only the most critical "human" part was left, leaving only the animal-like liberation.

Too much is too little!

However, even if Ding Yang had a big idea, he was deviated by the Wanxiang Trading Conference in front of him. He was still not seeing him at the peak of the sun, even if a customer approached him, he finally became a little anxious.

Could it be that publicity is not enough?

But his plan was to be mysterious, which led everyone to come forward to ask, but they didn't shout loudly like a street vendor: "Don't miss it when you pass by! I am the descendant of a Taoist Taoist in Kunlun Mountain. Today I come to the precious land to make a good relationship with you!"

Isn’t that a level of selling dog skin plaster on the street or big stones on the chest?

No matter how prosperous and popular mysticism in the Song Dynasty, he was afraid he would not make a lot of money!
Chapter completed!