Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 561
On the venue where the altar was opened to teach the Fa.

Jiang Yun closed his mouth and looked at the billowing thunder in the east. He was stunned for six or seven seconds, his eyes full of worry.

He had already guessed that someone would break through the realm at the conference, but he really didn't expect that person to be the master.

What is my cultivation level, what is my master's cultivation level, and why did the old man make a breakthrough?

Today is the way of heaven, and I have to say that this is unscientific!

"Golden books and jade scenes can be publicized, and if they are passed on, they can be taught to the three officials."

"Don't let the Seventh Patriarch suffer from the dark, the Taishang whispered to the gods, the way of immortality is the true text."

"Laymen, today's sutra lecture is over, wake up!" Jiang Yun shouted after finishing the Neijing lecture.

He picked up the copper pillar and lightly hit the copper clock on the bill.

boom~~~
Accompanied by the melodious sound of the same bell, hundreds of thousands of people who had been completely immersed in the opening altar lecture suddenly woke up.

Among these people, although many of them could not understand the Huang Ting Jing at all, they were already immersed in the rhythm.

After they woke up, their eyes were a little confused, but the eyes they looked at Jiang Yun were full of prayers.

Immersed completely in the opening lecture, the comfort of completely emptying the brain, even if compared with the intercourse of Yin and Yang, is even worse.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, everyone, let's go!" Jiang Yun raised his head, looked at the birds that were still circling around him in the air, and waved his hands.

Tens of thousands of birds circled around three more times before scattering away.

Among the crowd, a little Taoist priest from an unknown Taoist temple fell in love with a husky who came to listen to the scriptures, and they had a great time playing together with one dog.

He stood up and cupped his fists and said, "Taoist Master Tianyan, this pet is destined for me, can I take it away?"

"You two are destined to practice together, and it is a good thing to spread the word, great kindness!" Jiang Yun nodded in agreement.

He then lowered his head, looked at the four or five hundred dogs, and said: "A good bird chooses a tree to rest, and a good minister chooses a master to do things. Since you have come to listen to the Huang Ting Jing, it is considered a fortune."

"The road to practice is long and difficult. If you plan to walk with others, you may choose your master here!"

"If you want to practice alone, the poor can also keep your seat safe and send you away."

The four or five hundred stray dogs under the high platform understood Jiang Yun's words, and their eyes lit up immediately.

They unanimously cast their eyes on Jiang Yun, with a very clear purpose.

Feeling the strange eyes from the audience, Xiao Bai lazily got up from Jiang Yun's arms, jumped onto his shoulders, and began to swear his sovereignty.

Kurosawa Xiaosan was even more direct, he stood directly in front of Jiang Yun, bared his teeth and growled at the audience: "Wow~~!"

How could these stray dogs bear the coercion of the ancient beasts? They immediately lowered their heads and looked at the people around them.

Jiang Yun turned his head and reminded: "Friends of Taoism, these puppies have already opened their spiritual intelligence and are very suitable for practicing together. If you are tempted, it is better to take action as soon as possible!"

More than a dozen Taoist priests who were still immersed in the Huang Ting Jing suddenly realized that they clasped their fists together and said, "Thank you fellow Taoist for reminding us, we owe Tianyuan Taoist a favor today, and we will repay it in the future!"

Afterwards, the dozen or so people swooped down from the high platform and made phone calls while looking at the dog.

Soon, hundreds of priests in Moscow rushed over and enthusiastically communicated with these stray dogs.

The foreigners in the audience looked dumbfounded. They also wanted to adopt these spiritual dogs, but they were either rejected by the dogs or put down by the Taoist priest.

On weekdays, the Daoist priest who takes one mouthful of health care and one mouthful of compassion is extremely fierce at this moment, and his attack is also extremely black.

All kinds of Taoist real martial arts, the bystanders are dumbfounded, and they lie on the ground before the airs are put on.

Even Daoist Zhang Zhishun, who came to join in the fun, pinched the numbness of several people and picked out a pure black dog from among them.

When the old man left, he glanced at the foreigner on the ground, shook his head with a smile, and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, they are all minor injuries!"

"Everyone who comes here has a strong physique, if you want to practice, just practice, you will definitely not die!"

The Taoist priests who were doing the work stopped when they heard it, cupped their fists and said, "Thank you, Senior Zhang, for reminding me, Senior, go slowly!"

Hundreds of people then turned their heads, looked at the people in the venue suspiciously, and said with a smile: "Sun thief, you are usually abroad, and you are all good at playing!"

"It's not easy for us to get together. Today, Daoists will let you know what national art is!"

The foreigners at the scene, like the bearded Arab friends who are talented and talented, have left the right and wrong place long ago.

The rest are basically friends such as eagle sauce, John Bull, foot pot chicken and so on.

After a while, the tragic scene at the scene made it unbearable to look directly at.

There is no ostentation in any of the tricks, every move is a pure killing technique, looking extremely ferocious, they only hit the vital parts.

Even though the netizens in Jiang Yun's live broadcast room are used to watching kung fu, they were shocked at this moment.

"Hey, they are too ruthless!"

"Whether it's flirting or stalking, and there's a black tiger digging out his heart, what kind of enmity is this!"

"It seems that kung fu has not been lost, it's just that we don't understand it."

"I feel that the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun is more powerful, and he directly pinches the numbness of the person, and the method is relatively gentle!"

"Gentle? Gentle ass! It's not a good thing to study Chinese medicine. Our sports school plays football with the University of Chinese Medicine. Those guys just play tricks like this [cover your face]"

"Suddenly remembered the first martial arts competition. In one morning, one died and two were seriously injured, and then it was cancelled."

"The foreigner's moves are too hypocritical and bound by rules. It seems that killing people is still against traditional martial arts!"

Soon, the staff at the scene rushed over to maintain order.

They organized manpower to carry away all the seriously injured Sibao people, but they did not stop the more than 100 Daoist priests who shot, and let them leave.

Jiang Yun sat on the high platform, watching the farce end with a smile.

Afterwards, he used Lai Yun Zong, walked through the air, and returned to the villa on the same road.

He originally had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but seeing Wang Shouren and other Taoist priests all frowning, that glimmer of hope was instantly shattered.

"Jiang Daoyou, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not!" Daoist Wang Shouren said.

Jiang Yun raised his head and looked at his drone.

Daoist Wang Shouren nodded and said, "Daoyou Xiaojiang, something happened to your master."

"Just now you opened the altar to teach the Fa, and he went to the east mountain to relax, but there was a thunderstorm over there, and he can't be contacted so far. You have to be mentally prepared, he may ascend into the sky!"

The expression on Jiang Yun's face was a little dark, and he said: "Master Sanqing bless you, I hope Master and the old man can turn evil into good luck."

"Dear fellows in the live broadcast room, I encountered an unexpected situation here on Xiaodao. I need to go to the east to take a look. If there is a result, I will convey it to the fan group."

He then turned off the live broadcast and put away the drone.

Chisong Daochang was born again, and all the netizens in the live broadcast room were blown up.

"I checked the weather forecast in Russia, and there is indeed a thunderstorm near the Daoist and the others that is rare in a thousand years."

"What, did the person go through the catastrophe again?"

"Heaven has no eyes, how long has the anchor been reunited with Master!"

"According to the routine of Xiuxian's novels, Chisong Daochang is definitely a hidden boss, and the frequency of crossing the catastrophe is definitely the protagonist's treatment."

"Didn't someone take a picture of a black shadow flying to the east, still wearing Taoist robes, although I can't see the face clearly, but I feel that it is Chisong Taoist priest!"

"Daoist Chisong: You don't have to worry, the poor Taoist will come back after a catastrophe, hahahaha."

"Everyone should leave. Master has successfully crossed the catastrophe. There must be a celebration banquet. I just want to know how the authorities will refute the rumors."

(End of this chapter)