Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 217
In the Taoist temple, the cups and plates were messed up.

Just as Jiang Yun was about to clean up and make some hangover soup for the two of them, the phone rang suddenly.

He glanced at the caller ID, and it was from Transparent, the editor in charge of the outdoor channel of the Tiger Fish platform.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, good morning, transparent layman!"

"Hey, my Daoist Jiang, what's the matter, your live broadcast room was blocked yesterday!" Transparent said with a depressed face.

Since he signed Jiang Yun, as Jiang Yun continued to become popular, his status in the editorial department has also risen, and the new employees have begun to call out to be too big.

That kind of dark feeling is so refreshing that it will take off.

His wife gave birth to a second child last night, so he didn't watch the live broadcast, twins, two boys!

Looking at the child transparently, his eyes almost went dark, and he sat down on the ground. There are three boys in the family. How much dowry do you have to prepare?
For a Jiangxi native, this is like Mount Tai mountain pressing down on the top, transparently comforting his wife and children. He just wanted to watch Jiang Yun's live broadcast to relieve the pressure.

Turned on the phone, glanced at the live broadcast room, and the live broadcast room was actually blocked!
Sure enough, good luck never comes, but misfortune never comes singly.

The transparent person also went to the company to complete the unblocking procedures. He was busy until this morning, and even had dark circles under his eyes.

"Jiang Daochang, let's do a good job of live broadcasting, and don't mess with those goddamned things, okay?"

"I know you are a monk, and you have profound knowledge, but you can't live broadcast and invite the gods over!"

"Let's live broadcast some daily routines. You can take a walk around Wudang Mountain, or go to Mount Emei. If you can't do it, go to Kunlun Mountain." Transparent reminded.

Jiang Yun touched his nose in embarrassment, and said, "Transparent layman, we must believe in science. Last night, Pindao got drunk, so the live broadcast accident happened."

"Don't worry, this kind of accident will not happen again in the future."

After he hung up the phone, he looked up at the drone in front of him and touched his nose again.

"Every layman in the live broadcast room, we must believe in science."

"Inviting Liu Ding Liu Jia last night, in fact, Pindao joined hands with senior brother to play a joke on everyone, do you believe it or not?"

Many water friends in the bathroom listened to Jiang Yun's explanation, and many of them became constipated on the spot.

"Master Dao, there was an accident in your live broadcast, but I still choose to believe in you. This is human favor, and it is the sophistication of the world."

"Good guy, you have sophistication, you really let the brothers in the live broadcast room understand."

"That golden light, is it really a light bulb?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway."

"Believe in the Taoist leader, the Taoist leader is the eternal god (5 cents for this article)"

"I believe in the Taoist priest, you all look at my eyes (blink wildly)"

After some things are done, you must grit your teeth and refuse to admit it.

For example, now, Jiang Yun looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, touched his nose again, and then went to the kitchen to make hangover soup.

Prepare two stupid eggs, a handful of minced ginger, and a handful of chopped green onions.

"There are two drunkards lying on their stomachs in the backyard of the Taoist temple. The two of them drank a lot of wine last night. They must have a splitting headache when they wake up later."

"Pindao is suffering from a headache and dying. I will teach you a hangover soup now. My master agrees to drink it." Jiang Yun washed his hands, and he smashed two eggs into a bowl to break them up.

Heat oil over low heat, sauté minced ginger until fragrant, then add water and bring to a boil.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a little soy sauce and a little bit of pepper should be added to this hangover soup. This is the soul of the hangover soup, and then add some oats to it."

"There is also a little trick to adding eggs to it, that is, the height must be moderate, then turn the fire to low, and slowly pour it in circles. If the fire is too high, the eggs will be washed away."

Jiang Yun explained while doing it. He did it in a leisurely manner, but the water friends in the live broadcast room were dazzled.

"Just make a hangover soup, why is it so complicated?"

"It's too complicated, let my dad get drunk [picking nose]"

"I still have the book "Popular Sichuan Cuisine" at home."

"Try it, it feels very simple, and you can drink it as spicy soup in the morning."

When Jiang Yun was sitting, there were already two miserable Taoist priests lying outside the kitchen window.

The master and apprentice squeezed into a small window, leaning on the wall each, trying to suck their noses.

"Junior brother Jiang, put more pepper and vinegar, thank you, vomit..."

"Little uncle, bring me a big bowl, my head hurts!"

Jiang Yun glanced at the two of them, then shook his head helplessly.

For breakfast in the morning, this hangover soup is served with hot white steamed buns, and then a small bowl of pickled diced radishes.

The three of them took a mouthful of hot soup, a mouthful of white steamed buns, and then squeaked the diced radish.

After eating half a bowl of hot soup, the three of them finally regained their souls.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Daoist Chen Yunlong cleared his throat, and then boasted: "Junior Brother Jiang, let me tell you, luckily we held our alcohol well last night, otherwise we really couldn't drink those guys."

"You call those Liu Ding Liujia down, those twelve strong men are really not human."

"They have golden helmets and golden armor holding magic tools. They look serious, but they are also alcoholics, and they don't talk about drinking ethics. After drinking too much, they will take turns drinking the two of us."

Chen Shilei nodded seriously, and then complained: "Little uncle, my master is right."

"Don't call Liu Ding Liu Jia next time. I think it's good for you to cast the Jade Goddess Curse. We drink to pursue artistic conception. Those people are really rude."

After he finished speaking, he touched his butt with his hand, and then looked like he couldn't recall the past.

Jiang Yun's expression was a bit weird, he raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously: "Mr. Chen, what's the matter, does your butt hurt?"

"That's right, it hurts all the time, let me tell you..."

Before Chen Shilei could open his mouth, Jiang Yun turned on the mute mode of the live broadcast, and blocked the live broadcast room for fear of making trouble.

Things work as most people think.

What happened last night can be said to be quite rough.

So where is Liu Ding Liu Jia and where is the righteous god, that is the twelve drunkards.

Twelve people fought for drinks, they pushed each other, and in the end they pushed Chen Shilei, who was not high in cultivation and thin in stature, directly to the ground, and it hurt so much from that fall.

After Jiang Yun finished listening, he turned off the mute mode of the live broadcast, then nodded and said with sympathy: "It's quite miserable."

The water friends in the live broadcast room thought wrong at the time.

"My mother, am I playing with colors?"

"The Daoist priest is mature now, and he avoids us to talk about things. It's uncomfortable."

"Fuck, it won't be, it won't be, it won't be what I think it will be?"

"Is this a live broadcast effect or the real thing, isn't Liu Ding Liu Jia joking?"

After Jiang Yun finished drinking the hangover soup, his mind cleared up a lot. He glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, frowned, and touched his nose.

"Ladies and gentlemen, listen to Pindao's explanation. In fact, this is the live broadcast effect."

"There's no such thing as Liu Ding Liu Jia. This is a joke that my senior brother and nephew Chen made for everyone."

"His butt hurts, mainly because he drank too much last night and didn't stand firm, so he fell a butt mound."

"Everyone should be healthy. The kind of thing you think really didn't happen. If you don't believe me, look at the sincere eyes of Pindao."

(End of this chapter)