Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 414 Zhao Bingbing Visits

"Friend Yin-Yang, the bad news is that this worm's poison may not be named after you, and you will not be recorded in the annals of history forever."

"But the good news is that the poison on your body has been cured by the old Taoist. This poison will be named after me. You can eat whatever you want in the future." The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun said, laughed out.

At his age, money and social status are meaningless, and the only thing that matters is fame.

The water friends in the live broadcast room really felt what is called reality in the world.

If the treatment of a rare disease is successful, it will be named after the doctor; if the treatment is unsuccessful, it will be named after the deceased.

Among these two people, there is always one person who can be recorded in the annals of history forever.

"Hahaha, look how happy Mr. Zhang is smiling."

"I suddenly understood the stomachache. Patient: My name is Du Ziteng [Goutoubaosheng]"

"Shen Jingbing said he has something to say."

"Doctor: The good news is that you are included in the textbook, and the bad news is that you can basically carry it away."

"I feel that Death Yin Yang is obviously relieved. Compared with eternal history, he must think that his own life is more important."

"I feel that Mr. Zhang is good or bad. I like it very much. It can't be cured: If you want to eat something in the future, then eat something. If you are cured: Congratulations, if you want to eat something in the future, then eat something."

The Yin-Yang sixteen-character successor didn't bother about the chance to be recorded in the annals of history at all. He quickly put on his clothes, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, look at what you said. I am already very grateful that you saved my life."

"Forever in the annals of history, that is the honor you deserve, boy, now, let's go to your medical hall to visit."

After he finished speaking, he returned to the room, packed his clothes and personal belongings, and then left the Taoist temple on the spot with a big hiking bag on his back.

When everyone bids farewell.

The yin-yang sixteen-character descendant stared at the Sanqing sword in Jiang Yun's hand. He walked with the wind under his feet. He didn't even call for a car. He went down the mountain on foot, and there was no one in the blink of an eye.

Fatty Wang was very puzzled, and said, "When did this yin and yang master's leg strength get so good?"

"Good foot strength, not necessarily, why do I feel like he is running for his life?" Lao Hu said.

Jiang Yun touched his nose, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, and looked at the sky, feeling a little tired for no reason.

That's all, that's all, I'm afraid I can't explain this misunderstanding clearly, if I have a chance in the future, I'll try harder.

The descendants of the sixteen characters of Yin and Yang ran away, but Lao Hu and Fatty Wang, the descendants of Mojin Xiaowei, still stayed in Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

The two of them couldn't get any good antiques from Jiang Yun, so they turned their attention to Uncle Zhang.

When the two heard that their uncle wanted to eat pickled cabbage and tofu, they got busy early in the morning.

The top-quality sauerkraut bought from Jiangjia Village was placed on a small iron pot on a red charcoal stove.

Fatty Wang's cooking skills are good. After the shredded sauerkraut is fried with a secret recipe, it has been cooked in the pot for a long time.

The two also took out the good wine they carried with them, and prepared the three-piece drinking set of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, fennel beans, pork head meat and peach cakes, and then they called everyone to have breakfast.

Uncle Zhang saw the sauerkraut in the small iron pot, took another deep breath of the unique aroma, and said with great satisfaction, "You two are more caring than this kid and that monkey, and you know that the old man likes this one."

He conveniently took out a piece of soaked old tofu from the bowl, and dragged it in his left hand, while holding a knife in his right, he casually cut the old tofu into squares the size of half a mahjong.

After the tofu cubes were put into the pot, they were boiled very hot within a short time.

"After eating pickled cabbage and tofu, the emperor is not as good as me. This is a delicacy, you must try it."

"Come, come, have a taste, this is a good thing." Uncle Zhang greeted warmly.

When the water friend saw the sauerkraut in the live broadcast room, he immediately felt a chill in his heart, and a bad memory appeared in his mind.

Many people had tears in their eyes, and many people began to retch.

"I'll go, this sauerkraut is not fun to eat!"

"Recalling my own countless nights, eating sauerkraut with ham sausage, I can't wait to have a stomach wash now."

"The sauerkraut served by Daochang is the standard old altar sour, and the sauerkraut I eat is the standard pit sour."

"Emperor's old son: What I eat is old altar sour, so I don't envy [Tsundere]"

"This lyrics is more or less magical, I just want to ask if it's delicious?"

"I think there are conditions, let's eat boiled mutton."

"The one talking about boiled mutton, after all, has no experience of drinking by the stove in winter. Uncle Zhang is alone in Guangmingding. Eating this dish is absolutely simple and practical, and it saves effort."

"Although I don't like Laotan sour, if it's standard Laotan sour, I really don't mind trying it."

"My old altar is sour, my pickled cabbage fish, farewell in this life, even if I am killed, I will not be able to eat you again【Angry】"

After Jiang Yun took a bite of the hot sauerkraut and old tofu, he couldn't help but nodded.

These two flavors collided together, but it was a different taste.

"Hoohoho~~~"

After Monkey Two took a sip, he couldn't help but patted the table and cried out.

Everyone was surprised, and their eyes were collectively puzzled.

Jiang Yun picked up another chopstick and explained: "Monkey anxious, monkey anxious, eat too fast and get burned, apprentice, you should blow it!"

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, bursts of laughter erupted.

There was also a laughter like a silver bell at the entrance of the Taoist temple: "Hui Zi, seize the opportunity and take a photo!"

"It's rare to see a golden monkey eating sauerkraut and rolling tofu and being scalded!"

"I've already thought about the news headline for our article, "Shock: A certain monkey was suspected to be the reincarnation of Monkey King, but was brutally bullied in a Taoist temple""

Click!
The clicking sound of a professional camera taking pictures attracted everyone's attention.

Jiang Yun looked at his apprentice with some distress, and said helplessly: "Reporter Bingbing, you are also the ace reporter of the TV station after all, why have you become a headline party now?"

"Pimpedao's apprentice is a serious monkey after all. You write news like this, how can he raise his head in front of everyone."

The person who came was none other than Zhao Bingbing, a reporter who had interviewed Jiang Yun and filmed the "Kung Fu" documentary in the Wudang faction.

She took her old partner, the photographer Huizai, and returned to the Taoist Temple with many gifts.

When Lao Hu and Fatty Wang, who were from Captain Mojin, saw the reporter, their first reaction was to sneak away, but after thinking about it, this is a Taoist temple, a decent place, so they stayed.

Uncle Zhang treated Zhao Bingbing with the same enthusiasm as Village Chief Jiang.

"Xiaoyun, this is the reporter Zhao who interviewed you before. He is quite handsome."

"Go and move two chairs, comrade reporter, have you two had breakfast, do you want to eat together?"

Zhao Bingbing and Hui Zai were not polite, they just sat down and had breakfast.

It wasn't until after the meal that the two people explained to Jiang Yun their intentions, saying that they had something to ask Jiang Yun for help.

"Reporter Zhao, you came to ask Pindao for help, and even took embarrassing photos of Pindao's apprentices, do you think you are doing this properly?" Jiang Yun asked a little dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)