Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 73 Uncle Jiang Doesn't Like It
After Reporter Zhao left, Jiang Yun found an empty room, drew the curtains, closed the door, and slept with Xiao Bai in his arms.

When he woke up, it was time for dinner.

The celebration meal prepared by Village Chief Jiang and a dozen or so aunts in the village is almost done, and the feast will be ready soon.

After Jiang Yun got some food for the three little fellows of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, he just found a place to sit down, and before he even moved his chopsticks, the village head Jiang came.

"Xiaoyun, you are today's protagonist and host. If you don't accompany those Taoists of the Wudang sect, why are you sitting here?"

"Uncle, the celebration banquet you held is too grand, we don't need it." Jiang Yun was a little puzzled.

"Uncle Jiang is very happy that you were able to beat those players today, but Uncle Jiang doesn't like it if you say that!"

"Our Jiangjia Village has been a town of etiquette since ancient times. There was a champion in the village more than 100 years ago. Don't follow your master. He said that Taoism is natural, but in fact he was sloppy and excused himself."

"The etiquette of dealing with people is complicated. You have to study hard. You are a big star who has been on TV, so you can't embarrass our village." After the village chief Jiang finished speaking, he dragged Jiang Yun to the front yard of Tianyuan Gymnasium on the main table.

At this time, the main table was already full of people, leaving only two empty seats.

Village head Jiang forced Jiang Yun to Zhao Bingbing's side, and said, "You young people have common topics, so it's more appropriate to sit together."

"Let's take a look, take a look, whether these two people are talented and beautiful, they are quite a match."

Everyone at the same table nodded in agreement, Zhang Zhishun stroked his gray beard, and joked with a smile: "This old man is proficient in the art of physiognomy, these two people really look like a husband and wife."

"Mr. Zhang, don't talk nonsense. She has a big head. Where did we get married?" Jiang Yun frowned and asked, "Reporter Zhao, do you think so?"

Zhao Bingbing: "..."

Village Chief Jiang: "..."

Daoist Chen Yunlong: "..."

Elder Zhang Zhishun: "..."

Other Wudang disciples: "..."

Seeing that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the dinner table, Jiang Yun scratched his head in order to ease the atmosphere, and continued to ask: "Reporter Zhao, you have finished interviewing, why don't you leave?"

Zhao Bingbing: "..."

Everyone else at the table sighed at the same time.

The old priest Zhang Zhishun said very helplessly: "The old man has been showing people his face for so many years, but today he finally lost his eye."

"Your boy was born lonely and widowed, you can cut off the red rope that Yuelao gave you with steel bars."

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk, let's eat."

When everyone was eating, Jiang Yun said again in order to avoid trouble: "Reporter Zhao, after the meal, Pindao needs to broadcast live, so we will not accept interviews for the time being."

Zhao Bingbing took a deep breath, and she finally broke out: "Jiang Daochang, I thank you for your kindness!"

"I don't want to interview you. I stay here to interview Master Chen Yu of the Wudang School!"

"The Wudang School is a decent sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years. How can you compare yourself to others, and the swordsmanship of Master Chen Yu is no worse than yours!"

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I lost my temper, you continue to eat."

Everyone at the dinner table was silent.

After a long time, Jiang Yun spoke first, breaking the deadlock: "Nephew Chen, since Reporter Zhao wants to interview you, please cooperate."

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, maybe if the interview clips are broadcast, you will become famous."

"Of order, little uncle." After Chen Shiyu put down the chopsticks in his hand and finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhao Bingbing, and said, "What, Reporter Zhao, please don't bring me with you to brag about it in the future."

"Comparing my swordsmanship with my little master's, it's like a firefly competing with a bright moon. It's really far behind."

Zhao Bingbing was silent.

She suddenly felt that Tianyuan Taoist Temple seemed to be an ominous place for her, especially the nemesis inside, which was really against her.

After dinner.

The embarrassing Zhao Bingbing went to Jiangjia Village with the village head Jiang, saying that he wanted to shoot some local customs in the village, and then make a promotional video.

Daoist Chen Yunlong found Jiang Yun and said, "Junior Brother Jiang, it's time for the evening class soon. We can't rush back to the Wudang School. Let's do the evening class together at Tianyuan Taoist Temple today."

"No problem, Senior Brother Chen. It's just that when I do the evening class, I always turn on the live broadcast and bring fans to do it together. Do you have any opinions on this?"

"Live Daoist Evening Class, is there anyone watching?"

"There are people, not many, about 3 to [-] people." Jiang Yun scratched his head in embarrassment.

Chen Yunlong froze in place. He originally thought that Jiang Yun's live broadcast was just a boring practice in the mountains, and he found something to do for himself. There should not be many people watching.

The Supreme Heavenly Venerable, the Patriarch of the Sanqing is above, why do my three evil disciples say that no one watches their live broadcast every day?

You must know that there are many people who go to Wudang Mountain every year, but there are not many people who go to Wudang School, it is estimated that there are only 3 to [-] people.

"Master, don't look at me with that look. Our live broadcast is just for fun. The little uncle is a great anchor. His popularity is so high that we really can't compare." Chen Shilei explained weakly.

"You don't do your homework every day, broadcast from morning to night, like a net dog, what's the explanation?"

Chen Shilei said with some grievances: "Little uncle is also live broadcasting..."

"Your little uncle, in order to promote the traditional Taoist culture, broadcasts it from morning to night every day. You look at him, and then you look at you, alas!"

Daoist Chen Yunlong sighed, and he couldn't help his three apprentices.

The three of them clutched their chests with great pain, and complained in their hearts: Master, are you a bit too double-standard?

All the disciples of Wudang School found a place for themselves in front of the Sanqing Hall, and sat down on the ground one after another.

There were so many of them, many of them even sat in the small square outside the Taoist temple.

After Jiang Yun flew the drone and started the live broadcast, he followed Taoist Zhang Zhishun and Chen Yunlong into the hall.

As soon as many water friends entered the live broadcast room, they suddenly discovered that the deserted Taoist temple in the past was suddenly different. .

"Damn it, where are there so many priests, has the anchor accepted apprentices?"

"Upstairs, did you not watch the live broadcast in the morning? They are all Taoists from the Wudang sect. They came to Tianyuan Taoist Temple today to help the anchor to take down the place."

"I didn't expect to see Daoism flourishing in my lifetime. I am so relieved!"

"All the weather is turbulent, and my Dao is prosperous."

……

In the main hall, the three of them sat on the floor. The old Taoist Zhang Zhishun picked up the wooden fish and knocked it hard, and the evening class officially started.

The content of today's evening class is the "Ancestral Heavenly Master's Precious Letters" in "Song Baogao".

More than 300 people recited at the same time, and the voices were clearly discernible within a radius of three kilometers.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were quickly immersed in the sound of chanting sutras, and the evening class ended an hour later.

Except for Chen Shilei, the Wudang faction followed Chen Yunlong and returned to the Wudang faction on foot.

Tianyuan Taoist Temple is not far from Wudang School, if you walk, you can get there in only half an hour.

The traditional Chinese medicine for treating internal injuries was boiled in the kitchen, and now it is finally finished.

When Guo Ming saw people coming to deliver medicine and meals to him, he forced himself up, leaned against the head of the bed, and asked with a painful face: "Three, my injury is a bit serious, I think I need to eat a bottle of yellow peaches Canned food to heal."

　Canned yellow peaches can cure all diseases. Friends in the Northeast should understand the meaning of this sentence.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)