Feng Jun felt that the cultural differences were too vast, and so things were really hard to explain.
But in the end, he still managed to convey the intentions of the Daoist Sects to Sofia clearly.
After Sofia understood, her face blood into a smile, "So, they are begging ?"
"That’s right," Feng Jun nodded seriously, "The Spirit Gathering Array I gave you is quite rare, even in Huaxia. They have a need to use it, but whether or not you allow them to use it, and how to manage it if they need to, you need to consider carefully."
Sofia thought for a while, "I definitely need to let them use it because I don’t want to be an outlier. So, there needs to be a group of people similar to . As for the specifics of how to operate it, I need to co up with a process, but I don’t think it’s too big of a problem."
Feng Jun’s tily reminder paid off. The next day, the Daoist Sects discussed with Sofia about the exchange of disciples.
Sofia agreed very straightforwardly, and to everyone’s surprise, she was most interested in the Wudang Sect!
As for the reason? It’s simple - Wudang has quite a few foreign disciples.
However, the specifics of how to cooperate were not detailed yet; they only agreed on the intention.
Unknowingly, the day of the celebration arrived. Due to seven or eight consecutive rainless days, the air was relatively dry, making the possibility of lighting firecrackers an issue.
However, at around six in the morning, it started to drizzle, lasting until eight-thirty.
What’s miraculous is that it only rained in the few square kiloters where the Daoist Temple was located, while elsewhere was sunny!
Qing Xiaozi couldn’t help but softly ask Chen Shengwang, "I say, is this your Luohua’s rain-calling technique?"
"Co on, I’m not even part of Luohua," Chen Shengwang shook his head, both crying and laughing, "This is probably not a rain-calling technique, but a Rain Prayer Array."
"Rain Prayer Array..." Qing Xiaozi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "Mountain Master Feng is really working hard for this overseas branch."
Chen Shengwang shook his head and only said after a while, "Luohua doesn’t even have a Rain Prayer Array, I don’t know what Mountain Master Feng is thinking."
At nine o’clock, the celebration officially started, with gongs and drums resounding and firecrackers crackling. Other details... skipped.
There were many visitors. Besides Huaxia Citizens, there were over two hundred locals. Interestingly, near noon, four or five cars of Huaxia tourists ca to visit and play.
Lunch consisted of vegetarian als, and the Daoist mbers went to the food line with bowls and chopsticks—unfortunately, no buffet was prepared, just vegetarian buns, noodles, rice noodles, white rice, and two stir-fried vegetarian dishes.
For other attendees, the Daoist Temple prepared so exquisite rice dumplings as a token of gratitude for their participation.
However, the rice dumplings were sold for ten Australian dollars each, with an exquisite small gift included.
According to Sofia, the food should be distributed for free, as many churches do, but Feng Jun told her that they shouldn’t rely on free offerings to attract believers; charges should be made as needed, as their core values attract followers!
This silly girl... The townspeople of Amstan have all been convinced by the Daoist Temple, but where do you gather the incense for your cultivation?
Food in Australia is not cheap, but rice dumplings sold at such a price were rather eye-popping. Yet, quite a few Huaxia people ca to buy them—actually, they were buying out of reverence to the sect.
After all, it was just food and not a hundred-dollar incense stick, so most people could accept it.
So even thought the rice dumplings tasted good and bought several more.
Feng Jun and the others were quick to get their als and, after eating, ca to see the rice dumpling sales.
At the Daoist Temple, so people had already begun lighting incense, which was relatively cheap here, two Australian dollars a bunch, five Australian dollars for a high incense stick.
The rice dumpling area had fewer people, and looking around, those eating rice dumplings were mostly Huaxia people.
A burly white man also bought a rice dumpling, finishing it in two bites and smacking his lips, "Heavens, this is ten Australian dollars... enough for to buy a pound of roast lamb leg!"
Grumbling as he went, he tossed the beautiful little pendant that ca with it into the trash, clearly disappointed.
"It’s not that bad," a freckle-faced girl said, looking at him, "I found it warm and quite comforting to eat."
"Maybe," the man shrugged, "but it’s undeniably overpriced, and it’s all rice, not tasty at all."
The girl hesitated for a mont, then took out another ten Australian dollars, "I’ll have another one, please wrap it up... I want to take it ho."
The white man looked at her, frowning, "Sorry, I have to ask, are you an actor hired by the Huaxia people?"
"Shut up, you idiot!" Elder Lin ca over with two sturdy n, his chin slightly raised as he spoke arrogantly, "The boss here is from the Mai Nation, and... can I take it that you’re being racially discriminatory?"
Hearing this, the man curled his lips and turned away. The freckle-faced girl glanced at Elder Lin and, despite being of a different race, could sense that these three had a slightly villainous aura, so she moved aside.
Just then, soone pointed at the distance, and as everyone turned to look, they were dumbfounded. A big mass of dark clouds was rapidly approaching from the horizon at an astonishing speed.
"Oh no, it’s a storm!" many people shouted, and so ran towards the parking lot, eager to drive away quickly.
However, after a minute, a commotion arose from the parking lot—it turned out soone had crashed into the gate post of the parking lot. Not only did the post fall, but the car overturned, trapping other vehicles in the lot.
Everyone hurried to remove the obstacles, but by then, the dark clouds were already very close.
The person trapped in the car was rescued. He was a twenty-year-old Caucasian boy, with a head injury, so scrapes, and a visibly dazed and disoriented deanor.
Avril marched forward, angrily questioning, "How did you drive?"
The parking lot was free, with no gate system installed yet. How could soone crash into such a wide gate?
Just then, a middle-aged Yellow Race man approached—actually, he was one of Beauty Lin’s people, bound to inspect the scene after an accident.
He glanced at the boy, turned to leave, muttering softly, "Turns out it’s drug driving."
Professionals are different; they can imdiately identify such things. The information was quickly relayed to Avril.
The boy was promptly restrained, and the local police were called.
Yet the police said it was difficult to handle the situation—a massive storm was approaching, and not only was manpower strained, but it was also unsafe to ascend the mountain. They could only wait until after the storm.
Due to this small accident, not many cars descended the mountain. A bus full of tourists turned back not far from the mountain in the afternoon, as the rain was too heavy to see the road and had to retreat to the Daoist Temple.
The bus had Huaxia tourists, and after they disembarked, they seed quite shaken, all clamoring.
"It was terrifying; the rain was so heavy it felt like we were driving into the ocean."
"The rain isn’t scary; it’s the wind that’s terrifying. The branches as thick as a bowl’s edge were blown off!"
Several cars attempted to descend the mountain despite the rain, but upon seeing the bus return, they ca forward to inquire.
They got the answers but didn’t believe them, "Is the rain really that heavy? There doesn’t seem to be much wind, right?"
There was rain at the Daoist Temple, but not as heavy, and the wind was mild.
Huaxia tourists swore the wind and rain were indeed that severe, but the local inhabitants were skeptical, "You haven’t seen a real storm yet. Anyway, we need to leave, or we’ll be stuck here overnight."
When a storm cos, the mountain roads beco difficult to traverse, and after the storm, the water accumulations from the mountain flow down, potentially causing landslides and mudslides.
If they don’t leave now, it will take a long ti before they can go.
However, two drivers who attempted to leave soon returned with their cars, "Damn it, how can the rain be this heavy?"
It’s obvious—the bus refused to continue. Why would a small pickup dare to rush forward?
Finally, soone noticed a difference, "Indeed, once you enter this area, the rain significantly lessens!"
Although the wind and rain continued, there were those bored enough to drive back and forth. After several trips, they confird, "Yes, it’s truly two different worlds inside and outside. Goodness, is this protective power?"
"Indeed," Sofia answered loudly, holding a gaphone, "Would you like to experience the outside for yourself?"
"No, definitely not!"
But seeking thrills, soone shouted, "Of course we want to, but... will there be any danger?"
"Actually, I shouldn’t use protective power casually," Sofia shouted through the gaphone, "But today is a celebration, so I used it. Now... I’m going to release the protection!"
The next mont, a rolling tempest ca, and the rainfall surged by more than ten tis imdiately. A woman was knocked down by her umbrella, and many tree branches swayed wildly as if they would break in the next instant.
Countless people frantically gestured at Sofia, their intentions obvious.
Sofia gave a slight nod, signaling Chen Shengwang to reactivate the "Nurturing Formation."
The wild winds lasted less than two minutes before suddenly stopping, and the rain diminished instantly. Yet, within those re two minutes, the ground was already flooded with substantial water.
Sofia raised her little gaphone and laughed loudly, asking, "Well, do you want to try again?"
"No, definitely not," the crowd shouted loudly, with soone exclaiming, "Isn’t it terrifying?"
"Mainly these trees," soone shouted, "Just transplanted, they’re easily blown down or broken."
Others took caras, pointed towards the foot of the mountain, "Oh, down there really looks like a doomsday scene."
Yet most people stared at Sofia, filled with shock and curiosity: How did she do it?
For a mont, the vast Daoist Temple beca quite serene.
Chen Shengwang stood not far away, sighing inwardly: Causing such a big stir, Mountain Master Feng’s design of this "miracle in front of the people" was not in vain.
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