Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 224

An old Taoist priest with white hair, a well-proportioned figure, and wearing a blue Taoist robe emerged from the bamboo forest.

Although his Taoist robe is very wide, it is still supported by his muscles a lot. It can be seen that this is also a practitioner.

"Uncle, I repaired the Sanqing Palace yesterday, so I came to see you today."

"You said that you are very old, why do you want to live alone on the mountain, how dangerous it is to live on the mountain!" Jiang Yun sighed.

Zhang Shengtan smiled, but without speaking, he reached out with one hand and picked up the bamboo basket.

The bamboo basket weighing dozens of kilograms was in his hands, as if it were empty, and he carried it away.

The water friends in the live broadcast room almost popped out of their eyes.

They kept looking at Jiang Yun, carrying the bamboo basket that weighed tens of kilograms, and there was no such thing as stealing and hype.

"Why do you feel that under the Taoist robe of the old Taoist priest, there are all muscles!"

"That bamboo basket, the Daoist priest was struggling to carry it, but the old Taoist priest carried it away with one hand, as expected of an uncle."

"This old Taoist priest must be following the path of physical cultivation, while Taoist Chisong is following the path of Dharma cultivation. The two human beings are different and do not seek each other."

"This old Taoist leader has white hair and looks like a weak person. Heroes in the live broadcast room, does anyone want to challenge him?"

"Whoever goes to challenge, I will pay for the travel expenses and the funeral expenses."

"I have no grievances or enmities with your Excellency, why do you want to deceive me as a fool?"

"If someone punches my shit out, it only shows that I'm clean [cover face]"

The two walked for another ten minutes before they finally reached the Bright Summit.

There is a small courtyard surrounded by thorns, and inside are two green brick houses, both of which seem to have decades of history.

Like Tianyuan Taoist Temple, there are also two reclaimed vegetable fields in this small courtyard, which have been covered with plastic sheds, and the vegetables in them are growing quite well.

"Boy, come in." Daoist Zhang pushed open the door and welcomed Jiang Yun into the room.

The facilities in the house are quite simple, only a bed made of wooden planks and a large desk for practicing calligraphy.

There is a firepit in the middle, with a big iron pot hanging on it, and a circle of fairly flat bluestones around it serves as a bench.

Although there was a fire in the firepit, the temperature in the house was still frighteningly low, and there were gusts of wind blowing from time to time.

"Uncle Shi, I have rebuilt the Sanqing Hall. I have nothing to do during this time, so I came to visit you specially." Jiang Yun said as he warmed up.

He was a little thankful in his heart, but fortunately, Xiaobai lost his temper today and didn't follow him.

Otherwise, under these conditions, if Xiaobai stays overnight, he will definitely catch a cold.

Daoist Zhang flipped through the bamboo basket, and said quite relievedly: "Your boy is much better than your master."

"Your master came to my place, and with two bottles of wine, he was going to have a meal with me, and he didn't know to bring some rice, flour, grain and oil, so he was interested."

"Well, what is this thing?"

He dug out the Zhenshan stone, fiddled with it several times, and was a little puzzled.

Jiang Yun quickly explained: "Uncle Shi, this is the Zhenshan Stone I made, which has the effect of suppressing luck."

"Put it in the house, Nafu to ward off evil spirits. I made it according to the secret technique passed down by the Taoist temple. It's not harmful anyway, so you can just put it there."

Daoist Zhang Shengtan looked suspiciously at Zhenshan Stone, but he didn't see anything famous, so he put it in front of the desk.

He went to the next kitchen with a bamboo basket, unloaded his things, and went out with a pole and a bucket.

"Boy, I'm going to fetch two buckets of water. You just stay in the house and warm up for a while. You finally come up here. Don't go down tonight."

After Zhang Daochang left, Jiang Yun took a closer look at the room.

The furniture in the entire room is quite rough and basically handmade.

He soon discovered the reason for the air leakage in the room.

The windows in this house are actually made of simple nails made of split bamboo slices, and the cold wind is poured in through the gaps in the bamboo slices.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

It is now deep winter, even though Wudang Mountain is located in the south, the temperature is already close to 0 degrees.

Especially at night, the temperature drops directly below 0 degrees.

It is understandable for a practitioner to live in the mountains, in order to pursue freedom, but living in this dilapidated house is more or less outrageous.

"Daoist, is your uncle a penance?"

"The quilt on that bed is so thin, it looks similar to my summer quilt."

"It's really far from the spectrum, and the mattress on the wooden board is so thin. Living in such an environment, won't people really freeze to death at night?"

"I don't understand the world of an expert, but I suddenly don't yearn for it [cover face]"

Looking at the barrage, Jiang Yun said helplessly, "Ladies and gentlemen, there are some things you don't understand."

"According to my master, my uncle had a little conflict with my patriarch before, so he ran to Guangmingding by himself and built this house."

"For so many years, my master and I have wanted him to go back, but he said that he is used to living alone."

The water friends in the live broadcast room immediately came up with crooked ideas.

"Master Daoist, it's actually quite simple to let your uncle go back, just demolish his house."

"It's too much to demolish the house, live on the mountain for a few days, and eat up all the rice, flour, grain and oil he has stockpiled!"

"If you want me to say, call the police directly and say that this house is an illegal building [funny]"

"The police don't care about this matter, it belongs to the city management, right?"

"Simple, the Daoist Priest's force value is not low, just tie people down the mountain directly, how much combat power does an old man have?"

"It's really not easy to live alone on the mountain. The old Taoist priest is getting older, so I think it's better to let him live at the bottom of the mountain."

Jiang Yun put down his phone, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at his arms.

It's quite thick and has a lot of muscles, but compared with the uncle...

"Every layman, what kind of person is Pindao?"

"My uncle takes the path of body training. He used to be able to hang me up and beat me with one hand. Now if I don't use my internal strength, I'm afraid I won't be his opponent."

"Besides, the old man has a stubborn temper. If he is really forced to go down the mountain, Tianyuan Taoist Temple will be demolished by him. There is no rush for this matter."

After Jiang Yun finished explaining, he blinked.

He stared at the firepit, pondered for a long time, then got up and went to the kitchen.

Although the fire stove is not easy to use, it is not unused. There are also a lot of firewood and seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Master Uncle has gone to fetch water. Let's take advantage of this spare time to cook him a meal."

"After climbing such a long mountain road, I'm so hungry. The porridge I drank in the morning is not enough to resist hunger." Jiang Yun said while rubbing his stomach.

He scooped up three big ladles of rice, cooked a pot of rice, and in another pot, fried a plate of green vegetables and a plate of shredded potatoes.

After the rice was ready, Daoist Zhang Shengtan came back with water.

He looked at the prepared meal, didn't say much, just washed his hands, and then went to get the dishes.

Jiang Yun took a palm-sized bowl, filled a bowl full of rice for himself, and then went to the firepit with the vegetables.

Seeing this, the water friends in the live broadcast immediately laughed out loud.

"Good guy, is the Daoist trying to make the uncle poor?"

"Such a big bowl is really enough for me to eat for three days."

"Fuck, what a big bowl!"

Zhang Daozhang came in from outside the house with a bowl about the size of a basin, and the rice in it was sticking out.

After he sat down, he frowned and said, "Boy, why, don't you have a bad appetite today?"

(End of this chapter)