Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 71

In Tianyuan Taoist Temple, there is nothing more suitable for displaying swordsmanship than stone pillars, even if it is half a stone pillar, it is the most suitable.

Jiang Yun found the pillar that he had put away. He erected half of the stone pillar in the center of the square, then stood three meters away, and drew out the eight-treasure long sword.

Keng!
Swinging the sword across the air, the sword energy extended a full foot long, the pillar was evenly split in half, and the incision was very smooth.

The onlookers were startled and shouted that this was unscientific.

Police officer Jiang Dajiang muttered to himself: "It seems that in the hands of Daoist Jiang from now on, unopened long swords will also be counted as controlled knives!"

His apprentice asked back: "Master, I feel that Daoist Jiang, let alone a long sword, can split a stone pillar in half with a piece of dogtail grass. We should put him under control."

"No way, now is a society ruled by law, and people haven't violated the law. What do you use to restrict people's personal freedom?"

"What's more, Daoist Jiang is still a model citizen and an excellent partner of our police station. We must trust our comrades." Police officer Jiang Dajiang said earnestly to the young apprentice.

The water friends in the Jiangyun live broadcast room saw the surprised expressions of the audience, and they suddenly got up in the barrage area Versailles.

"As far as the Taoist priest has said these two times, I have long since disliked watching it."

"Cultivating immortals depends on the old Taoist Zhang Zhishun, our anchor is still too tender."

"Splitting stone pillars all day long, if I were a stone pillar, I would have left home long ago."

"Pillar: Daoist, please turn on the microphone to communicate."

After Jiang Yun finished cutting half of the pillars, he solemnly put away the two quarter pillars.

This is a family heirloom of the Taoist temple. Although I don't know what else to do, it will definitely be of great use in the future, so don't lose it!

After the contest ended, the crowd watching the excitement gradually dispersed, and the reporters who had been waiting for a long time surrounded them.

Dozens of microphones directly hit Jiang Yun's face.

"Jiang Daochang, please evaluate the strength of boxing champion An Zaixing."

"Master Dao, I am a reporter from a certain newspaper and entertainment. I would like to conduct an interview with you alone. May I ask you?"

"Zhang Daochang, after this kick-off, I'm curious how you would evaluate traditional kung fu."

……

Facing the camera and the microphone, Jiang Yun expressed his victory speech: "Ladies and gentlemen, I understand that I understand that you all have your own questions, but I don't have so much time to answer them one by one."

"I will answer one of the most important questions, whether traditional Kung Fu can be played or not."

"This traditional kung fu includes a wide range of aspects, such as light work, acupuncture, boxing, sword, knife, spear, etc., should be included in traditional kung fu."

"Taking boxing alone as an example, Wen has Tai Chi to secure the world, Wu has Baji to shake the world, and practicing Tai Chi in a poor way, the purpose is to strengthen the body."

"Compared to Bajiquan, my combat power is really nothing, so please help me promote it."

"In the future, if someone thinks that traditional kung fu cannot be practiced, then I trouble them to find a martial arts gym where Bajiquan masters play. If they can't find it, they can go to the Guo family in Mangshan. Anyway, don't come to me."

"The poor Taoist has no strength to restrain a chicken, and is very weak. He is still learning Taijiquan. You must not treat me as a soft persimmon. Even if you beat me, it will be disgraceful."

After the reporters who were interviewing heard Jiang Yun say that he was powerless, they all fell into silence.

After a long time, someone began to discuss in a low voice.

"What did Jiang Daochang just say? He actually said that he has no strength to restrain a chicken, and he is so weak?"

"Peking University is okay, Sa Beining, regretting to create Ali Jackma, and the weak wind Xiaodaochang, this is definitely the top Versailles in the world!"

"Who can tell me why these successful people don't speak a little more arrogantly?"

"This is not arrogant, can you find me a more arrogant way of speaking?"

"Listen, is what he said human?"

Zhao Bingbing squeezed out from the crowd. She raised her toes, held up the microphone, and asked, "Jiang Daochang, looking at Guo Daxia lying in your Taoist temple, do you have the nerve to say that you have no strength to restrain a chicken?"

Jiang Yun blinked, and said solemnly: "Reporter Zhao, I don't think you know something. This traditional kung fu not only talks about martial ethics, but also about human relationships."

"Pindao was lucky enough to beat Guo Daxia with one move and a half. It was really because he let me, not that I could beat him."

"Okay, it's time for the Taoist temple's lunch break soon, I have to go back to take a nap, you should leave."

After he finished speaking, he hugged Xiaobai, led Hou Er, turned around and walked into Tianyuan Taoist Temple, and closed the gate.

The vast majority of reporters shook their heads, turned and left helplessly.

Zhao Bingbing took the photographer from Hubei TV station, looked left and right near the Taoist temple, and finally found the village head Jiang.

"Village chief, we want to enter the Taoist temple and conduct an exclusive interview with Daoist Jiang. I wonder if you can help me with this."

"Tianyuan Taoist Temple is not Jiangjia Village, I am really powerless, old man."

"Uncle the village chief, our leader in Taili likes Jiangjia Village very much. He said he wants to donate 50 yuan to Jiangjia Village out of his own pocket to improve the living conditions of the villagers."

"Reporter Zhao, what did you just say? If you want to enter Tianyuan Taoist Temple, we are all friends. If you want to enter, just go in. If you want to go, I will take you in." Village Chief Jiang immediately said cheerfully.

The backyard of Tianyuan Taoist Temple.

In Jiang Yun's house, Guo Daxia was lying upright on the bed shirtless, his upper body full of silver needles.

Master Zhang Zhishun lay down on the table and wrote out a prescription.

He handed the prescription to Taoist Chen Yunlong, and told him: "Guo's two broken ribs are not a problem, what is more troublesome now is his internal injury."

"Look at the prescription I gave you, the Wudang faction should have all the medicinal ingredients on it, right?"

"Mr. Zhang, other medicinal materials are easy to talk about, but the ten-year-old wild ginseng is a bit difficult to obtain. A piece of that thing costs [-] to [-] yuan. The Wudang faction really can't afford it!"

Jiang Yun originally wanted to go to the kitchen to eat on the hour. He passed by outside the house and just heard the conversation between the two, so he came in and said, "Mr. Do you know, okay?"

Daoist Chen Yunlong was shocked, and he blurted out: "The Patriarch of Sanqing is here, Junior Brother Jiang, you are the only one in Tianyuan Taoist Temple, why do you buy such expensive ginseng?"

Zhang Zhishun was overjoyed, he nodded with a smile and said, "Of course, you can take out the ginseng and let me have a look."

Jiang Yun entered the house, searched through boxes and cabinets, and finally found the wild ginseng given by Hou Er in a wooden box.

He explained: "This wild ginseng is a gift from my apprentice Jiang Houer. I didn't want to sell it or eat it, so I put it in a wooden box and threw it into the cabinet."

Daoist Chen Yunlong and Daoist Zhang Zhishun froze in place, a row of question marks floated above their heads.

It's fine for the monkey to be a teacher, why did he bring such an expensive ceremony, why does it sound a bit unreal?
"Junior brother Jiang, do you have any brothers or sisters, apprentice monkey? I suddenly want to accept some golden monkeys as apprentices."

"Yunlong, you fart, do you call it an apprentice? You are a greedy ginseng, you are low!" Zhang Zhishun cursed.

(End of this chapter)