Green smoke lingered, making the entire Taoist temple hazy.
The pillars on both sides were hung with flags painted with talismans and eight trigrams, which were constantly fluttering. In front of each flag stood a Taoist with a solemn expression, wearing a sun and moon robe and holding a magic weapon.
They muttered words and waved their arms from time to time.
But when I looked closer, I found that some people were just pretending to be standing there, but their heads were dozing off a little bit. They were too tired to hold the magic weapon, and their whole bodies leaned forward involuntarily, and then they leaned forward. On people.
The Taoist who usually stood in front opened his eyes, glared at the guy once, and with his true energy, he forcefully pushed the sleepy guy back to his original position, shaking him upright.
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