A top star in the Chinese entertainment industry, but also a Taoist priest.

Chen Shouyi continued reading.

There are two modules on the light screen labeled "Unlocked".

[The Module of Cultivating Aspiration]

Note: The host can convert worldly influence into willpower, which can be converted into spiritual energy from heaven and earth for cultivation in a proportional manner.

Transformation Formula: Influence → Willpower → Spiritual Energy

Current aspirations: 0

Current spiritual energy conversion efficiency: 100 Willpower = 1 unit of spiritual energy

【Daoist Affinity Sensing Module】

Note: Automatically senses nearby individuals of the opposite sex with a compatibility rate exceeding 60% with the host's lineage and displays the compatibility value. The higher the compatibility, the greater the cultivation benefit during dual cultivation.

Target within current sensing range: Tian Xiwei (Compatibility: 85%)

Chen Shouyi stared at the words "dual cultivation" for a long time, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The system is quite straightforward, but that's in line with the style of our Taoist sect.

He then retrieved the detailed information about the Daoist target:

[Tian Xiwei, 18 years old, art exam candidate]

[Physique: Innately gifted and intelligent (Compatibility +40%)]

[Destiny Chart: Noble and Refined (Compatibility +30%)]

[Characteristics: Pure, Kind, and Resilient (Compatibility +15%)]

Overall compatibility: 85%

[System Evaluation: This woman has a deep affinity with the host. If a connection can be formed, it will benefit both parties' cultivation.]

After reading it, Chen Shouyi leaned against the headboard and put his hands behind his head.

An 85% compatibility rate is indeed quite high.

Moreover, the more he looked at Tian Xiwei's face, the more familiar it seemed. Although she was still an unknown art student, she had great potential for the future.

"A deep affinity with the Dao..." Chen Shouyi muttered to himself, "The system is making me invest in advance."

As he was pondering this, his phone suddenly vibrated.

When I took it out, I saw that the caller was Zhao Mingyuan, the assistant director of the TV series "Legend of Nine Tails Fox".

Chen Shouyi cleared his throat, answered the phone, and instantly switched to the calm demeanor of a wise and enlightened person:

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. Greetings, Benefactor Zhao."

"Master Qingquan! Oh, I've finally gotten through to you!" Zhao Mingyuan on the other end was almost overly enthusiastic. "Master, is there any change to our trip to Hengdian?"

"No changes."

"That's good, that's good!" Zhao Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then said:

"The donation for the religious service has been transferred to your account. Please check it. Also, Director Lin and General Manager Zhang were overjoyed to hear you were coming and said they wanted to personally welcome you..."

Chen Shouyi responded calmly, "Thank you for your trouble, benefactor."

"No trouble at all! It's my pleasure! I'll have to trouble you again later, Daoist Master!" Zhao Mingyuan muttered a few more words before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

Chen Shouyi opened the bank app and saw that his balance had reached 540,000 yuan.

Eighty thousand yuan arrived, adding to the forty-six hundred thousand yuan I had saved up before.

He smiled and put away his phone, thinking that at this rate, in another year or two, the Zifu Temple could be renovated to look decent.

However, relying solely on feng shui and fortune telling to earn money at his honest prices is still too slow.

The system is right, I still have to get into the entertainment industry.

This trip to Hengdian is an opportunity. I'll start by acting as a Taoist consultant to build connections and reputation. When the time is right, I'll think of other ways.

Chen Shouyi reopened the system panel and looked at the main quest: [Accumulate the power of the ten directions, repair the Zifu Temple, and revitalize the thousand-year-old Taoist tradition of Wenshi].

The power of the will of the ten directions is unknown, but as long as it is a goal and the progress bar is visible, there will always be a way to achieve it.

Unable to figure anything out for the time being, Chen Shouyi put his phone aside and began studying the solitary cultivation chapter of "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Landscape Cultivation Manual".

Let's see if we can make a name for ourselves in this area first.

Chen Shouyi sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, focusing his mind on the Mingmen point as instructed in the exercise.

The Gate of Life is the gate of the mysterious female, the key to life and death.

Following the incantation, he mentally drew an invisible furnace at the Mingmen point (located on the lower back), and then took a deep breath—

hum.

An unprecedented feeling surged up, a cool sensation climbing up my spine, past my lumbar, thoracic, and cervical vertebrae, all the way to the Baihui point on the top of my head.

With a "boom," a burst of white light exploded in Chen Shouyi's mind.

After the white light dissipated, he clearly felt that there was a wisp of extremely fine and subtle energy hanging in his dantian, almost imperceptible.

It is not imagination, nor illusion, but real spiritual energy that can be driven by thought.

Chen Shouyi opened his eyes, his palms were sweaty.

He tried to guide that wisp of energy, letting it slowly descend along the Ren meridian. The energy moved extremely slowly, taking the time it takes to drink a whole cup of tea to travel from the dantian to the qi sea.

After one round, my back was completely soaked.

"It's a bit slow," Chen Shouyi breathed a sigh of relief, but he was in a very good mood. "As long as it can be repaired, that's fine."

In the Dharma-ending Age, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so thin that it is almost imperceptible, and people in the Taoist sect all know that cultivation is dead.

He had been in this world for three years, and with the original body's twenty years of cultivation, even with his extremely high talent, he had only barely reached the threshold of Qi Refining, but he had always been troubled by the lack of spiritual energy and therefore could not cultivate.

This set of techniques allowed me to experience a real sense of Qi on my first practice.

Chen Shouyi took a deep breath and suppressed his surging emotions.

Don't get carried away, take it slow.

Chen Shouyi finished his work, took out his phone and glanced at it; there was a new message on WeChat.

Tian Xiwei: "Master, I'm home. Thank you for today. I will remember what you said."

Chen Shouyi thought for a moment, then typed a few words and sent them:

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. You are destined to follow the Dao. If you encounter any difficulties, you may come to me at any time."

After sending the message, Chen Shouyi glanced out the window. It was late at night, and the distant mountains were silhouetted against the dark blue sky.

I have to get up early tomorrow to offer incense to the ancestral master, so I'll stop here for tonight.

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On the morning of April 15th, just as dawn was breaking.

Taoyuan Mountain was shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist, and the air was crisp and clear.

Shouzhuo carried a huge canvas bag, which was stuffed full of things needed for the ritual: a compass, ritual robes, incense, cinnabar, yellow paper, a peach wood sword, and Chen Shouyi's purple headmaster's uniform. It was so bulging that it looked like he was moving house.

Chen Shouyi walked ahead, carrying only a small cloth bag containing a phone charger and a few changes of underwear.

The master and apprentice locked the mountain gate and walked down the bluestone path.

The Taoist temple did not have a dedicated parking lot, so the car was parked on a slightly flat open space halfway up the mountain, surrounded by wild grass.

A gray Tundra sat there quietly, its body covered in mud, looking rugged and sturdy.

This car was sponsored by Shouzhuo's father. After all, even with Chen Shouyi's wealth, he couldn't afford to buy one, let alone spend money on it.

When Shouzhuo's father heard that his son was "cultivating" in a Taoist temple, he was afraid that he would suffer, so he sent him money and gifts.

Chen Shouyi was initially embarrassed to accept the donation, but the other party insisted that it was for the incense offerings of the Taoist temple, and Shouzhuo kept urging him to accept it, so he stopped refusing.

As it turns out, this pickup truck is indeed very useful.

It's sturdy and durable, used for pulling ritual implements, carrying incense and candles, and running on mountain roads. The back compartment is also very spacious. It's essential for performing rituals around the capital.

Shouzhu threw the large bag into the back of the truck before opening the driver's door and getting in.

After Chen Shouyi sat in the passenger seat, Shouzhuo started the car. The diesel engine roared for a while, and the car body shook slightly.

"Master, shall we go directly to the South Station?" Shouzhuo fastened his seatbelt.

"Hmm, no rush, our train is at 9:20."

The car swayed and bumped its way down the mountain, and only picked up speed after turning onto the Beijing-Hong Kong-Macau Expressway.

Shouzhuo drove slowly, steadily, just over 100 km/h. Chen Shouyi, in the passenger seat, took out his phone and started scrolling, occasionally glancing up at the road conditions.

An hour and a half later, the car drove into the underground parking lot of Beijing South Railway Station.

After finding a parking space and turning off the engine, Chen Shouyi quickly saw the fee schedule posted on the pillar.

"Eight yuan an hour, capped at eighty yuan a day." He frowned. "We won't be back for at least a week, and the parking fees alone will cost several hundred yuan."

Shouzhuo paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "Master, the production crew... won't reimburse us?"

Chen Shouyi was also stunned for a moment, then quickly burst out laughing.

"That's true. You, Shouzhuo, are much more insightful. I, your teacher, have been too attached to appearances."

Shouzhu chuckled: "It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Master. When you're out in the world, report what you can, don't try to bear it all on your own."

Chen Shouyi laughed and patted the back of his head: "You have such a good memory."

The master and apprentice got out of the car. Shouzhuo unloaded his huge canvas bag, tossing it onto his back like a small moving mountain. Chen Shouyi, on the other hand, carried his small cloth bag, locked the car, and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator reached the departure floor, and as soon as the doors opened, a throng of people and a cacophony of noise rushed towards us.

Beijing South Railway Station is the starting point of the Beijing-Shanghai High-Speed ​​Railway, and the passenger flow is frighteningly large.

Shouzhuo, carrying that exaggeratedly large bag, followed behind Chen Shouyi, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

However, what's most eye-catching isn't the bag, but the hairstyles of the master and apprentice.

Although neither of them was wearing a Taoist robe, Chen Shouyi wore a dark gray cotton and linen shirt with black casual pants, looking clean and neat, while Shouzhuo wore an ordinary T-shirt and jeans.

However, both of them had their hair tied into neat topknots and secured with wooden hairpins, making them stand out in the crowd.

"Mommy, look, that brother has a chopstick stuck in his head," a child said in a childish voice, pointing at Chen Shouyi.

The child's mother quickly covered the child's mouth and glanced awkwardly at Chen Shouyi.

Chen Shouyi smiled slightly, winked at the child, and continued walking forward.

He was used to this kind of thing.

In the past six months, the number of people turning their heads to look at them when they go out to perform religious ceremonies has never been low. Firstly, their hairstyles are indeed rare, and secondly, Chen Shouyi's face is just too attractive.

At the age of twenty-two, she had fair skin, delicate features, and an air of serene detachment.

When he's not wearing a Taoist robe, he looks more like a young gentleman who stepped out of an ancient costume drama; he stands out from the crowd.

Shouzhuo, a frequent internet surfer, once lamented, "Master, if you were to go into acting, all those young heartthrobs would be out of a job."

Chen Shouyi's reply at the time was: "What's so good about acting? Nothing beats the carefree and happy life of being a Taoist priest."

Looking back now, I realize that was a bit premature.

The master and apprentice passed through security, found the ticket gate, and queued to board the train.

Train G163 departs from Beijing South Station to Yiwu at 9:20 AM.

Chen Shouyi originally wanted to buy a first-class seat, but thinking that he could save money wherever possible, he finally chose second class. Anyway, it was only a five-hour journey, and he could just bear with it.

After boarding the train and finding a seat, Shouzhuo stuffed his large bag into the overhead luggage rack, which took him a lot of effort to do.

Chen Shouyi sat down by the window, and Shouzhuo sat in the middle. The train slowly pulled out of the station and accelerated. The scenery outside the window changed from the city to the fields.

Chen Shouyi closed his eyes to rest, going through the information about the "Qingqiu Fox" production team in his mind.

This drama was produced by Tangren Media and adapted from several fox fairy stories in "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio". It is an episodic drama and is directed by Lin Yufen and produced by Zhang Jun.

The main cast includes Zhang Ruoyun, Jiang Kaitong, Chen Yao, and Wu Qian.

Chen Shouyi had previously asked Zhao Mingyuan to send him a list of the main cast and crew members, along with their birth dates and times, so he had done his homework in advance.

Although his main profession is as a Taoist priest, once he starts taking on jobs, he has to be professional. Feng shui and auspicious date selection are things where even the slightest error can lead to disastrous results, and they cannot be taken lightly.

Just then, I heard a rustling sound.

Chen Shouyi opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of two young girls diagonally in front of him, pretending to take selfies with their phones, but the cameras were clearly pointed at him.

Shouzhuo noticed it too and said in a low voice, "Master, here we go again."

"Let them be." Chen Shouyi closed his eyes, completely unconcerned.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

With his face and hairstyle, he's always the center of attention wherever he goes. Being photographed and stared at without his consent is nothing new to him.

But today seems unusually lively.

After the train passed Jinan, a new group of passengers boarded. A young woman found a seat and sat not far from Chen Shouyi.

She put down her luggage and sat down. When she looked up and saw Chen Shouyi's profile, she was stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked down.

Over the next half hour, she stole glances at Chen Shouyi at least a dozen times.

Chen Shouyi continued to close his eyes and rest, but he was thinking about something else.

After the system was activated, he clearly felt that his perception of the outside world had become more acute.

For example, he could feel the girl's gaze without even opening his eyes; it was like a feather gently brushing against his skin, causing a slight itch.

I don't know if the changes were brought about by the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Landscape Cultivation Secrets".

These past few days, he has been practicing the solitary cultivation technique every night. The wisp of energy in his dantian has grown from the thickness of a little finger to the thickness of a chopstick, and circulating it through his body is no longer as strenuous as it was the first time.

At this rate, it should be able to fill the dantian and qi sea in another month.

"Master, we're almost in Yiwu." Shouzhuo's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Shouyi opened his eyes and glanced out the window. He could already see some low hills and paddy fields. The scenery in Jiangnan was completely different from that in the north. The greenery was more lush, and the air seemed to be filled with moisture.

The train slowed down and slowly pulled into Yiwu Station.

Shouzhuo stood up to reach for the large bag on the luggage rack. The master and apprentice got off the car and followed the flow of people toward the exit.

Yiwu Station isn't very big, but it's quite crowded. Shouzhuo, carrying a large bag, followed behind Chen Shouyi as they walked out of the station exit one after the other.

"Master Daoist! Master Qingquan! Over here!"

A loud voice came from the crowd.

Chen Shouyi looked over and saw a slightly overweight man in his early forties holding up a sign and waving it vigorously. The sign read "Master Qingquan" in large characters.

Zhao Mingyuan, assistant director of "Legend of Nine Tails Fox".

He was wearing a polo shirt and jeans, his belly was slightly protruding, and his face was full of smiles. He rushed over and greeted us with his hands clasped together in a gesture of respect.

"Master! You must have had a long and arduous journey! Was your trip smooth?"

Chen Shouyi nodded slightly and returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. It is a great favor that Benefactor Zhao has come to greet you personally."

"Of course, of course!" Zhao Mingyuan rubbed his hands together with a smile, then glanced at Shouzhuo and the large bag on his back. "This must be the Taoist priest's esteemed disciple, right? Come, come, the car is outside, let me help you with your bag—"

"No need, no need, I can do it myself." Shouzhuo stepped aside to avoid Zhao Mingyuan's hand and tilted the bag upside down.

Zhao Mingyuan didn't insist and stepped aside to lead the way: "This way, Taoist priest. The car is parked in the parking lot outside. A welcome dinner has been arranged for you tonight."

"You're too kind, Benefactor Zhao," Chen Shouyi replied casually.

The three of them walked through the exit hall and headed towards the parking lot.

Chen Shouyi walked at the front, his gait composed and his posture upright. Zhao Mingyuan secretly observed the young Taoist priest from the side and nodded inwardly.

When his friend recommended Zifu Temple, he was worried that the Taoist priest might be a charlatan, since there are too many people these days who swindle people under the guise of masters.

But after meeting him in person, most of my doubts disappeared.

Putting everything else aside, this kind of demeanor is something that can't be faked.

"Master, the car is here." Zhao Mingyuan walked to a Buick GL8 and opened the side door.

Chen Shouyi bent down and got into the car, and Shouzhuo stuffed the big bag into the trunk and got into the car as well.

The car drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway leading to Hengdian.

Zhao Mingyuan, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and spoke to Chen Shouyi:

"Master, the hotel is in the China World Trade Center. We've arranged for you to stay on the executive floor, which is quiet. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the studio to show you around and check out the facilities. Please feel free to make any requests you may have."

Chen Shouyi nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Benefactor Zhao."

"No, no, no, you can just call me Mingyuan," Zhao Mingyuan quickly waved his hand, "Daoist Master, please don't be so polite with me."

Chen Shouyi smiled and said nothing more.

The scenery outside the car window changed from the city to an ancient-style architectural complex, with city walls, palaces, and archways standing side by side, appearing particularly magnificent in the twilight.

We've arrived at Hengdian World Studios.