Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 397
The dog fell in love with the white fox. After the death of the white fox, the dog went mad and was suppressed by an unknown Taoist priest in Wudang.

That nameless Taoist priest should be Taoist Master Zhenyuan, the patriarch of Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

Xiaobai said that the round beads brought back by Jiang Yun were relics of his father's generation...

"Good guy, I call him good guy, it turns out that Xiaobai has a bad relationship with Tianyuan Taoist temple!"

"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel so bloody. No wonder the Taoist priest can discover that secret realm."

"Xiaobai has a feud with the Taoist ancestor's ancestors, does she now accept the thief as her father?"

"I just said that Xiaobai is extraordinary, she is not an ordinary arctic fox, she is actually a monster!"

Jiang Yun looked at the sad Xiaobai. He gently touched the little guy's head, then took a red string, threaded the white bead, and hung it around her neck.

I have to say, Xiaobai and that white bead really match well.

When everyone was eating, the descendant of the sixteen characters of yin and yang continued to chatter, and he insisted that Xiao Bai was the descendant of Tiangou.

Village Chief Jiang and everyone in Jiangjia Village, the way everyone looked at Xiaobai also changed, showing awe.

There is indeed a legend in Wudang Mountains that a dog is a disaster. When the legend comes into reality, it is inevitable to think carefully and fear.

Xiao Bai was also a little confused, she suddenly felt that the treatment she received had improved, even the rice in the bowl was a few more pieces of luncheon meat than Monkey Two.

"Friend Yin-Yang, although my eldest apprentice can't speak, Pindao will make decisions for her. We both reserve the right to sue you for spreading rumors."

"What is the descendant of Tiangou, Xiaobai is Xiaobai, as long as she lives happily in the Taoist temple, and you are all poisoned, shouldn't you think about how to save your life now?" Jiang Yun reminded.

The yin-yang sixteen-character successor was very persuasive. He rolled up his sleeves, took a look, and then lost his composure.

The black line on the arm has grown from more than half an inch long to now more than two inches long.

All of a sudden, the yin-yang sixteen-character descendant felt that the rice in the bowl was not fragrant, and the soup in the bowl was tasteless.

After Jiang Yun finished his meal, he fulfilled his promise and contacted Mr. Zhang directly for a video call.

On the other side of the phone, Zhang Zhishun was obviously in a good mood. He smiled and asked, "Boy, why do you think of me today? Have you encountered any difficult problems again?"

"Old Zhang is a fortune teller, your medical skills are profound, can you cure the poison of energy insects?" Jiang Yun dragged over to the yin and yang sixteen-character transmission person, and showed the black line.

Zhang Zhishun's mood obviously turned bad. He stared at the black line for a long time and said, "There really are such poisonous insects. I thought it was a folklore."

"It is recorded in the Shan Hai Jing that the torso of the energy insect is dark brown, and the poisonous needles on the limbs and tail are yellowish brown, and the poison is extremely fierce."

"A black line will appear on the arm of the poisoned person. After seven days, the black line will surely kill you. Boy, is this your friend?"

Jiang Yun glanced at the yin-yang sixteen-character successor, then shook his head and said, "Old Zhang, no, I just know him."

"Oh, then it's fine. The insects are very poisonous and there is no cure. If this friend wants to eat in the next few days, just mention it."

The yin-yang sixteen-character successor really panicked this time. He pulled Jiang Yun's arm, and was speechless at this moment, pointing at himself while smacking his mouth.

Lao Hu and Fatty Wang also sighed regretfully. They looked at the Feng Shui expert in front of them and shook their heads helplessly.

"Daoist Yinyang, you are mourning, old-timer Zhang has already said, it must be hopeless."

"There are only seven days. I think we should hurry up and prepare for the funeral. I think the feng shui here is very good."

"Near mountains and rivers, surrounded by mountains, it is the place where Fengshui gathers. The so-called dry eight trigrams, kun eight trigrams, eight eight 64 hexagrams, all the hexagrams determine the universe."

"Buried here will surely ensure the prosperity of future generations. What do you think of this place?" Lao Hu shook his head and said.

The Yin-Yang sixteen-character successor took a look at Feng Shui around him, he nodded, then immediately shook his head, and took a few mouthfuls.

"Nonsense, what is preparing for the funeral, I think I can still save it!"

"Besides, Fengshui here is so good. There are six lines of yin, six lines of yang, six six lines and 36 lines, and yao lines are distinct from yin and yang."

"I'm buried here, and my lineage of yin and yang and Fengshui will definitely be cut off, no good, get lost!"

There was a dispute between Yin Yang Feng Shui and Captain Mo Jin, and they began to discuss whether this place was suitable for burial because of Feng Shui.

The three of them, citing scriptures from Feng Shui cheats, were arguing with red faces.

The water friends in the live broadcast room all nodded in praise.

"One thing to say, the ability to judge feng shui from dead yin and yang is indeed very strong."

"Is there anyone who is proficient in Feng Shui, is this place suitable for burial?"

"Interlaced like a mountain, I think it's better to be dead yin and yang. After all, those two are tomb robbers. It's a bit amateurish to look at Feng Shui."

"Captain Mo Jin showed up. I suspect that there is a big tomb on Lianhua Peak. Brothers, who wants to make a big deal with me?"

"Xing, leave your contact information [funny]"

Master Zhang Zhishun listened to the argument of the three people, and asked, "Boy, is that poisoned guy a descendant of Yin-Yang Feng Shui?"

Jiang Yun nodded and said, "That's right, Mr. Zhang, do you know that guy?"

"I don't know each other. When I was young, I had some connections with that lineage. Since we are acquaintances, let's give it a try."

"If it can be saved, it is more or less a life. If it can't be saved, it will be done with all my heart, and the karma will be repaid." The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun sighed.

Afterwards, Jiang Yun gave the mobile phone to the yin and yang sixteen-character successor.

The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun checked the guy's body for half an hour, and asked about all the symptoms in detail.

"Friend Yin-Yang, your poison is really rare!"

"Ah, how rare is it?"

After hesitating for a while, Taoist Zhang Zhishun said, "At least there is no one before, so the Taoist intends to name it after you. What do you think?"

The yin-yang sixteen-character descendant nodded with his face crossed. He had a vague feeling that his time was approaching.

In this way, he did not expect to be able to clear the history of celebrities.

"Mr. Zhang, my surname is Ma, and my name is Yin Yang. This kind of poison will be called the poison of Ma Yin Yang from now on."

Zhang Zhishun comforted the old Taoist: "Young fellow Taoist, don't worry, the old man has at least a [-]% chance to protect you from death."

"I'll give you a prescription later. You take it on time three times a day. For the next seven days, we will make video calls when we have time."

"I don't believe this old man, there is really no cure for the yin and yang poison of this horse!"

After the online consultation, the yin and yang sixteen-character transmission person was both sad and happy. Fatty Wang poked Lao Hu next to him and asked, "Old Hu, did this guy lose money or make money?"

"If you can name this poison with your own name, then you said that the disease of hemorrhoids is also named after a person?"

Everyone at the scene fell into silence. The little girl or boy named Hemorrhoids should look very gentle... right!

(End of this chapter)