Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 482
As a professional, Lin Zhenyang gave advice on how to pretend to be a zombie.

From the facial makeup, to the jumping posture, and the roaring voice, he has no reservations, and imparts what he has seen and heard.

After the zombie brother was trained, he didn't intend to look back, but was taken aback by himself in the mirror hanging next to him.

"This is Daoist, have you really seen a zombie?"

Jiang Yun patted Lin Zhenyang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let me introduce to you, this is the next head of the Maoshan Sect."

"I said that the Maoshan faction has never seen a zombie, do you believe it?"

Brother Zombie looked at his own makeup in the mirror, and he shook his head again and again, like, it was too similar, three points more real than the one in Lin Zhengying's drama.

If you don't have a deep understanding of zombies, who can draw it?
Jiang Yun opened the door through which Zhao Bingbing escaped, pointed to the direction, and said, "This layman, don't be dazed, work is important."

"Reporter Zhao has already gone far away, if you chase now, maybe you can still catch up!"

The zombie boy glanced at the two of them gratefully, clasped his hands and cupped his fists to express his gratitude, and then chased them out.

Jiang Yun saw the zombie brother go, smiled, and closed the door behind his backhand.

The audience in the live broadcast room, whether male or female, all silently felt sorry for Zhao Bingbing for three seconds.

Such a good opportunity for a hero to save the beauty, it's fine if you don't grasp it, Daoist, but you are still cheating?
Lin Zhenyang looked at this coquettish operation, and asked a little dumbfounded: "Brother Jiang, isn't it a bit immoral for us to do this?"

Jiang Yun pushed open the blackboard against the corner, and there was an extra secret door there.

He explained: "As soon as I came in, I discovered that there are actually two paths in this room."

"Since Reporter Zhao has already walked the Yangguan Road, let's go across this single-plank bridge."

"Don't worry, her side is not dangerous, and it's not very scary, but our side is a bit interesting."

As soon as the secret door was opened, a gust of cool wind rushed in. The aisle behind the door was very narrow, allowing only one person to pass through, and it was also very long.

Jiang Yun and Lin Zhenyang haven't had a good chat since they graduated, but now that there are no outsiders, the conversation between the two has opened up.

The scale of their chat was so large that the audience in the live broadcast room once wondered if this was a monk or not.

Jiang Yun walked in front, and was still looking for what was wrong here, but Lin Zhenyang behind him started gossiping instantly.

"Brother Jiang, I've been watching your live broadcast for the past two days, and all of us in the Maoshan faction feel that Mikasa is interested in you."

"My master even revealed in private that the two of you are destined to be husband and wife, and she seems to be three years younger than you, tsk tsk tsk, an old cow eats young grass!" Lin Zhenyang teased.

When Jiang Yun heard what his good brother said, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his back.

Originally thought that this matter was just a trick of those old guys from the Daoist Association and Daoist Zhuge behind the scenes, but I didn't expect that the Maoshan faction also got involved.

Wangtian, could it be possible that the entire Taoist sect joined forces to sell the poor Taoist priest?
Swish!
Jiang Yun returned the horse sword with one move, and the Sanqing sword with the scabbard directly hit Lin Zhenyang on the head.

"It hurts, Brother Jiang, what are you doing!" Lin Zhengyang squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

Jiang Yun didn't even look at it, and continued to walk forward, saying: "There is a relationship between a fart husband and wife. The relationship between me and the layman Shenzi is a pure money transaction without any emotion."

"Money transactions, I understand, I understand everything!" Lin Zhenyang said while holding his head.

It's just quite serious words, but when they come out of his mouth, it's somewhat not serious.

Many viewers in the live broadcast room, when they hear about money transactions, quickly think of a character under one person.

"Sha Yan and Jia Zhengliang are also pure money transactions!"

"Yes, yes, five hundred a night, we all understand."

"Pass it on, between Daoist Priest and Mikasa Mikoko, it is a pure money transaction!"

"What, a pure money transaction, how much is it overnight!"

"To be reasonable, Miss Shenzi is worthy of being born in the royal family, and she is really quite generous, 5000 million at a time."

"Five thousand Jiang Daochang in one night, everyone knows everything, don't mess with the rhythm."

"You people are really too filthy, how can you talk about the leader like this, the Taoist leader is obviously very upright!"

"Just until the pure money transaction is left [laughing and crying]"

After Jiang Yun came to his senses, he swung his sword back again, hitting Lin Zhenyang's head directly.

This kid still speaks so out of tune. A sentence that is obviously normal, when it comes out of his mouth, it always feels different.

He is a Taoist comprehensive subject, and he also has the title of a master of idioms translation. Good idioms, in his mouth, always feel unreadable.

Like Hou Yi shooting the sun, good at communicating with people, professional counterparts, and excellent skills, these were his favorite words back then.

The two chatted about their school days, and quickly walked through the corridor to a small room.

In this small room stood a staff member dressed as a thug with a chainsaw next to him.

When the staff saw two Taoist priests coming in, they were stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up the chainsaw and screamed strangely.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The chainsaw was directly in front of Jiang Yun and Lin Zhenyang's faces, but unfortunately, for safety reasons, the chainsaw was turned off.

The two stood in place, looking at the very dedicated staff, the corners of their mouths gradually raised.

After the chainsaw boy saw it, he couldn't calm down anymore. He held the chainsaw in his hand, looked at the camera in the room, and explained, "Both brothers, you should cooperate anyway, or the boss will deduct my money later."

"Well, how about I give you two five yuan each?"

Lin Zhenyang was unmoved, but found the mechanism to open the door in the room.

The chainsaw brother looked at the camera again, really worried, and said, "Two brothers, ten yuan each, ten yuan, how about it?"

"cut……"

"Twenty for one person, really can't be more. If we go out to work part-time, we can't make any money. If we add more, we will have to pay upside down." Brother Chainsaw explained with some grievances.

Lin Zhenyang took out two red bills from his trouser pocket, and said, "Two hundred, don't bother us both at work!"

Holding the two hundred-yuan bills in his hand, the chainsaw brother fell into deep thought for a while.

After a while, he realized, and said without principle: "Okay, let's go!"

"The two priests are in need, just call out, my lounge is in the next room."

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed silly.

"What can I do, I watched a haunted house adventure, and even met a pair of crouching dragon and phoenix chicks."

"The market is not good these days, and even NPCs are starting to look after money."

"Gui: I'll give you twenty, you pretend to be a little scared.

Me: I'll give you two hundred, and get lost.

Ghost: I'm not afraid of you, I'm trying to save face for the God of Wealth, so get out! "

"Laughing, it seems that the previous fear was all due to lack of money."

"Brother Chainsaw: Boss, I'm sorry, this priest gave too much."

This haunted house exudes a particularly serious yin, and this place should be close to the root of the haunted house.

(End of this chapter)