Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 137 Seeing, hearing and asking questions

All the religions in the world are eager for believers to come to the temple every day to offer incense. Why is Taoism the only one so proud?
Jiang Yun wrote three sentences almost brightly on his face: Don't come, if you come here, you have to take care of your food, I'm annoyed!

"Master Taoist, I'm a Taoist believer. I've really been to many Taoist temples to offer incense. Why haven't I heard that Taoist temples have the rule of not caring about food?"

"The Tianyuan Daoist's rule of not caring about rice is set by my master Chisong Master, and has nothing to do with poor Taoism." Jiang Yun scratched his head and explained.

In the past, the mountains were very poor, and when the mountain people got sick, they had no money to go to a big hospital to see a doctor, so they would come to Tianyuan Taoist temple in groups of twos and threes to ask Chisong Taoist priest to heal their illnesses.

When those people came to see a doctor, they always brought two handfuls of noodles or half a catty of sugar symbolically. After seeing the doctor, they would stay in the Taoist temple for a meal.

People at that time had big appetites, and one catty of noodles was not enough for a meal. Anyway, after a long time of seeing a doctor, Tianyuan Taoist Temple did not lose anything, but instead used up half a year's rations for the master and apprentice.

Since then, Taoist Chisong has made a rule that no matter who comes to Tianyuan Taoist temple for what, the Taoist temple will not care about food.

You really can't do business that loses money, otherwise the Xiaodao Temple will really go bankrupt.

The three graduate students suddenly realized and nodded to express their understanding.

The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun sighed beside him, no wonder some time ago someone went to the Tianyuan Taoist temple to kick the hall. When the Wudang faction came to help, Chen Yunlong repeatedly emphasized that all disciples must bring rations.

This has been going on for a long time, so the root is here!
"Jiang Daochang, now that the conditions are good, why don't you change the Taoist rule?"

Jiang Yun looked at the graduate student who asked the question, and he said confidently: "The Taoist temple is only a poor one, and you are going to a large group of people, I am too lazy to cook."

Everyone was silent, this reason was really justified enough to make it impossible to refute.

After summoning Tianlei to consecrate the Fire Dragon Panjian Token.

Jiang Yun suddenly discovered that the eyes of the people in the Sky Eye base seemed to have changed.

Whether you go to the cafeteria to eat in the morning, noon or afternoon, the fat cook, Master Liang, will deliberately cook a small stove and provide Jiang Yun and Mr. Zhang with a few delicate stir-fried dishes.

This kind of special service is so bright and yellow that no one objected to it, and they all took it for granted.

That night.

After Jiang Yun and Mr. Zhang finished their evening classes, Leader Liang of the Tianyan Base specially held a small party for them in the auditorium.

Everyone counts as one, and everyone has to perform a talent on stage.

Even Academician Yu sang his favorite Katyusha on stage.

"Old Daoist Zhang, Daoist Jiang, you two have profound Taoism, why don't you come on stage and perform for everyone?" Leader Liang said with a smile.

The old Taoist priest Zhang Zhishun looked at him, but said nothing.

The old man took out the notebook and ballpoint pen in his arms, and wrote a sentence casually.

He tore off the paper and handed it over.

"This old man only has decent medical skills. This is a kind of talent, right?"

Leader Liang glanced at the note, and his voice changed on the spot: "Old Taoist priest, don't scare me, is what is written on it true?"

"There is absolutely no mistake. If you make a mistake, you can go to Wudang Mountain and smash the old man's signboard."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, the leader of the base directly knelt down and kowtowed firmly.

Everyone was stunned, and the auditorium exploded with a bang.

Many people whispered, discussing what was written on that note?
The water friends in the live broadcast room are no exception. They have always had confidence in the medical skills of the old Taoist Zhang.

The only problem now is that Leader Liang is suffering from some terminal illness.

Leader Liang stood up and took a deep breath. He raised his head and searched among the crowd for a long time, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for.

So he came to the stage, took down the microphone, and asked, "Everyone, has anyone seen where Master Liang is in our cafeteria? That's my dad."

"Leader, Master Liang is still cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. I'll call someone right away." The young man sitting in the back row rushed out of the auditorium immediately.

Several people around Jiang Yun lowered their voices and whispered.

"Hey, Master Liang is actually the father of our leader, I never expected it!"

"It's over, I'm going to start notifying my family now, I'm afraid I have to prepare for the funeral!"

"Don't say it, don't say it, it's not good if the leader hears it."

Soon, Master Liang was wearing a white apron and came to the auditorium staggeringly.

He tore off the chef's hat on his head and held it tightly in his hands. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he said in a choked voice, "Son, I told you to stay up late and you just didn't listen. Something has finally happened now."

"It's nothing more than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. Tell me, what terminal illness you have, your father and I can bear it."

Leader Liang looked at his father. He lowered his head and opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

Everyone in the auditorium and in the live broadcast room sighed.

"I didn't expect that if I stayed up late, I would really get terminally ill. It's scary. Go to bed early today."

"Physical health is the most important thing, and you should also pay attention to your health at work. The Taoist priest has been persuading me to go to bed early. It turns out that it is really for my own good."

"I can't hold back any longer. Since I was a child, I can't watch this kind of scene the most."

Leader Liang plopped and knelt on the ground. He also had tears in the corners of his eyes, and his voice choked up: "Dad, you have to be mentally prepared."

"It's okay, you still have your brother at home, you can rest assured to explain the funeral, your mother and I can handle it."

"Dad, I usually tell you to eat less, but you just don't listen, and now you've finally gotten fat."

"Old Daoist Zhang looked at you when he was eating. He deduced from the black spots on your face that you suffered from coronary heart disease due to obesity, and it was very serious."

When Leader Liang spoke, he had already paid attention to his wording, but his father still couldn't hold it back. At that time, his eyes went dark, and the chef's hat fell from his hand, and he passed out directly.

"Dad, didn't you say that you are mentally prepared?"

"Dad, you can't have an accident. If you are about to have an accident, how can I explain it to my mother!"

"Dad, wake up, Mr. Zhang, come up and see my dad!"

The old priest Zhang Zhishun shook his head and stood up from the stage.

He came to the side of the father and son, and after looking around and asking about everything, plus taking the pulse diagnosis, he said: "Okay, don't cry, let someone carry your father down to rest."

"Your father was too emotional, and with coronary heart disease, the heart's blood supply was not good, and he passed out directly. He will be fine after taking a rest."

"You brat is just in a hurry, and you can't do things reliably. This old man is just worried about this, so I didn't tell your dad directly. I didn't expect you, alas~"

"But this is also a good thing. If you are scared, it is easier to remember, and it may be easier to lose weight."

Leader Liang stood up and thanked him a thousand times. When he was carrying Master Liang off the stage, old Taoist Zhang spoke again.

"Your dad was right when he said you stayed up late. You often stay up late and your liver is bad. Don't stay up later."

The water friends in the live broadcast room broke the defense on the spot.

"I never expected, this plot is too tortuous!"

"A fat man who likes to stay up late said that he should go to bed early today and start losing weight tomorrow."

"It's over. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow for a physical examination. There seem to be dark spots on my face too. Huh..."

"You have a disease in your body, and if you don't cure it, you will be afraid. When the father and son met the old Taoist Zhang, they really met a noble person!"

After Leader Liang thanked you a thousand times, when he was about to leave, he turned his head and said to everyone: "It's rare for us to hold a gala, so you can continue to play."

"Jiang Daochang, you have profound Taoism, you should also perform a show for us."

(End of this chapter)