Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 2 Entering Science
Jiang Yun changed into a white slim Taoist robe. He took out a bamboo flute from the cabinet and pinned it to his waist.

His attire was extremely chic, and he shocked the audience in the live broadcast room as soon as he appeared.

"Come from TikTok, the anchor is indeed an eternal god, and his looks are beyond the charts."

"The mediocre Taoist leader, the handsome ones are all monks [tears running]"

"Handsome guy, add a WeChat, I'll swipe a treasure map!"

"Delicate and not feminine, but also masculine, not bad!"

……

Jiang Yun's appearance is extremely high, and when he puts on a Taoist robe and a bamboo flute, the image of a fairy in white clothes who travels the world and does not love the world of mortals rushes towards his face.

Today's female fans are beauty fans, and beauty is justice.

no doubt.

In this live broadcast room, Jiang Yun is almost synonymous with justice.

He took the bamboo flute, came to the crape myrtle tree in front of the Taoist temple, and leaned against the tree.

"I just returned to the Taoist temple today, and the poor Taoist is not prepared, so I just played a song called Canghai and laughed. I didn't play well, so don't mind me!"

Jiang Yun closed his eyes, sank to his dantian, adjusted his breathing, and his aura became free and easy.

"Daozhang, I'm ready to record the screen!"

"Mom, why do I feel like the anchor has changed?"

"There are many talents, and the favorability will be increased by one!"

"Daoist, can you play a general's order?"

"Don't let it grow, he can blow whatever he wants!"

……

Jiang Yun glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, smiled and said nothing.

Under the guidance of Daoist Chisong since he was a child, he has dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Take the bamboo flute as an example, the classic repertoires are all at your fingertips.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded, and the sound of the flute was sometimes gentle and sometimes heroic...

At this time, the sun was setting, and the blood-colored sunset shone on Jiang Yun. At this moment, he and the crape myrtle tree became one.

The free and easy heroism in the sound of the flute, which is not stained by the world, instantly touched every audience in the live broadcast room.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the petals of the Zixiao tree fell one after another.

The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to see the martial arts world in their memory in a hazy state.

The sea laughs
surging cross-strait tide

Ups and downs with the waves only remember the present
God laughs

world tide

Whoever loses who wins God knows
……

When the flute sounded, many people couldn't help humming this familiar song.

"Fuck, the Taoist priest is not the reincarnation of Yang Guo, is he?"

"Hey, heroes see the same thing."

"This is Wudang Mountain, not the Huashan School. I think the Daoist is probably the reincarnation of Zhang Sanfeng."

"Oh my god, the sound of the flute is really nice, who recorded the screen? Please share!"

"It starts with good looks and stays loyal to talent. From today on, I will be a diehard fan of Daoist Priest!"

At this time, there were not many bullet screens in the live broadcast room, and most people were quietly enjoying the sound of the flute.

At the end of the song, Jiang Yun sighed and put the flute obliquely on his waist.

sunset.

White clothes, ancient trees, flutes, falling flowers.

The female fan of Yan Zhi Party in the live broadcast room fell on the spot.

"I made a bet with the gods, betting that I have a destiny with the Taoist priest in this life."

"Suddenly, I feel that gender doesn't have to be so rigid."

"Good guy, something is wrong with you!"

"Fuck, why did the number of my rivals suddenly double?"

Cai Wenji Mihua rewards a magic book.

The northern wolf rewards a hot pot.

Neither the subsistence allowance nor the old man can reward ten large blood bottles.

……

Jiang Yun really didn't expect that in just a short while, the total amount of gifts in his live broadcast room exceeded 2000 yuan.

Sure enough, there are still a lot of rich people in this world!
He entered the Taoist temple and turned on the light, took a futon, sat under the tree, and chatted with his water friends.

This chat lasted for two hours. During this period of time, the number of people online in the live broadcast room has been steadily increasing, and finally stabilized at 1300.

"Everyone, please go to the restroom and be right back."

After Jiang Yun let the drone cruise around the Taoist temple to take pictures, he went into the toilet clutching his stomach.

As soon as he left, there were a lot more bullet screens in the live broadcast room.

"Taoist, go together, go together."

"I just came, why did the anchor go to the bathroom?"

"I found that although this Taoist temple is remote, it has quite complete living facilities."

"Emmmm, Taoist priest is practicing in the deep mountains, not trying to survive in the deep mountains!"

"Guess if you washed your hands when you came back?"

……

Xiao Min is a programmer at Shanghai Goose Factory. As a programmer, the work pressure is very high.

So in her spare time, she likes to scan Douyin and watch short videos of daily life.

Especially the kind of outdoor live broadcast, such as renovating the hometown, survival in the wilderness, etc.

Programmers don't have time to live that kind of leisurely pastoral life by themselves, so they can only retreat to look at others and live an eye addiction.

When she was using Douyin today, she happened to come across a video of a Taoist priest returning to the Taoist temple.

The leisurely life of the monks in the mountains is a fresh topic, so she gave it a thumbs up.

After get off work, as soon as she got home, she took out her mobile phone and found Jiang Yun's live broadcast room all the way from the video comment area.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, the anchor urinated.

But the night view of the Taoist Temple is good, and the host is also very handsome.

So she hung up in the live broadcast room, watching the barrage and the scenery, which relieved her stress.

As a result, after looking at it, she realized that something was wrong.

"Fuck, what is that white shadow that jumped past just now?"

"Hiss, that white shadow seems to have sneaked into the Taoist temple!"

A group of white shadows quietly came out of the bamboo forest behind the Taoist temple, ran up the wall in twos or twos, and then disappeared in a single leap.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

"I lost it, the Taoist temple won't be haunted by ghosts!"

"No way, no way, no way did you see that white shadow too?"

"It's a big night!"

"This wilderness!"

"The Daoist will not be in danger, will he?"

"Wori, do we need to call the police?"

After Jiang Yun came back from the toilet, he had just picked up the bamboo flute and was about to play Feng Qiuhuang before playing it, but when he glanced at the barrage, he was dumbfounded.

"Daozhang, run away!"

"Anchor, what time is it, you still have the mood to play the flute!"

"I just saw with my own eyes that a ghost has entered the Taoist temple!"

"Just now a white shadow floated into the Taoist temple, it was really scary."

Jiang Yun looked at the barrage, his eyebrows twisted together involuntarily.

It's the 21st century now, why do netizens in the live broadcast room still practice feudal superstition?
As we all know, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a spirit, so how can there be any ghosts and ghosts now!

And even if there are ghosts and ghosts, what is there to be afraid of?

He smiled and joked to the camera: "Everyone, don't panic, I'm a professional Taoist priest. Even if there are ghosts and ghosts, it's his bad luck, and he happened to hit my hand."

"Tonight, Pindao will take everyone into science and hunt ghosts online."

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

Jiang Yun returned to the Taoist temple, put down the bamboo flute, picked up the long sword, and looked for the white shadow that the water friend said in each room of the Taoist temple.

(End of this chapter)