Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 8 is inseparable.

Because Chisong Taoist chief has a high seniority, Jiang Yun's seniority is not low in Jiangjia Village.

No matter if Duopi's children saw him, they would all have to nod and say hello uncle.

Jiang Pingping, the little grandson of Village Chief Jiang, has been able to do things since he was a child. He is a troublemaker. He can walk at the age of two and learn to demolish the house at the age of three. He has never made people feel at ease.

Jiang Yun listened to the village chief telling him all kinds of funny things about his grandson, he smiled knowingly, and asked curiously: "Uncle, where did that little guy go?"

"That bastard was hanging around on the roof early this morning. He was mysterious and didn't know what he was doing."

"Let's go, let's bring some food and wine, and go see what he's doing," said Village Chief Jiang.

Everyone came to the roof and took a closer look.

Jiang Pingping was squatting in a corner. There was a charcoal stove in front of him. On the stove was a small dish made of tinfoil, which contained a lot of white powder.

At this moment, the kid is stirring the white powder with a straw.

When he saw his grandpa coming to the top of the building, he narrowed his eyes and quickly hid the straw behind him.

Village Chief Jiang was stunned for a few seconds, and then, he threw the shallots mixed with tofu, pork head meat, celery and peanuts, tofu, all at the boy.

Jiang Pingping turned pale with fright, and was about to run away, but a bag of loose beer smeared his face.

Afterwards, Village Chief Jiang rushed up to him, took off his belt, twitched violently, and scolded: "You little bastard, you can't learn well at such a young age!"

"Do you know that smoking that thing is against the law, who gave you the white powder?"

"Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! Sugar!" Jiang Pingping ran wildly, with snot and tears all over his face.

"It hurts, it's okay if it hurts, grandpa will let you have a long memory today!" Village Chief Jiang cursed, and the belt in his hand didn't stop for a moment, and it fell like raindrops.

Seeing the white powder, Jiang Yun was also trembling with anger. On a hot day, his back was sweating, and his hands and feet were cold.

What happened in the village? I went to school for three years, and the children in the village became lawless like this.

what!
Something is wrong, the thing on the tin foil seems to be sugar, no, besides sugar, there seems to be saltpetre and baking soda.

That kid was making a smoke bomb, not inhaling white powder.

Jiang Yun hurriedly stopped Village Chief Jiang, who directly revealed Jiang Pingping's plan.

After Village Chief Jiang personally checked the white powder on the tin foil, he finally put down the belt on his hand.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and everyone was happy except for Jiang Pingping.

"You bastard, if you don't listen to me when I tell you to study hard, you can't even understand the words at the critical moment. Are you ashamed?"

"It's a good thing your uncle is here today, and he explained it clearly to you, otherwise I and your grandfather would have beaten you to death." Jiang Pingping's father, Jiang Qinian, cursed.

Jiang Qinian is the director of the town's police station. He is upright and kind, but he has a hot temper.

The tradition of the Jiang family is that filial sons are born under the stick, so Jiang Pingping was never pressed on the bed by his own father and whipped with the soles of his shoes since he was a child.

Pulling on the belt today is indeed a bad thing.

"Father, you know me. I'm your own son. I've always had nothing to do with gambling and drugs!" Jiang Pingping promised, patted his chest after his injustice was avenged.

Everyone watched the kid make a statement and nodded in satisfaction, but they always felt that something was wrong.

Jiang Yun stood aside and sighed, sighing in his heart: It is true that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach.

Today's children know so much, they don't even mention yellow characters!

After Jiang Pingping was severely beaten, he had to go out to buy wine and meat for everyone.

Jiang Yun accompanied him, and on the way, the kid asked while covering his buttocks, "Uncle, do you also know that sugar can be used as a smoke bomb?"

"Understood, what are you doing with that stuff?"

"I got it for my deskmate. She wanted a colored smoke bomb, but I couldn't get it out after several attempts."

"You know how to be courteous at a young age. Your future is limitless." Jiang Yun sighed.

In fact, there is no problem with Jiang Pingping's ingredients, but the problem is the proportion of raw materials.

The perfect smoke bomb should use three parts of saltpeter, two parts of sugar and some baking soda, boil it over a low fire, and add some colored crayons in the middle, so that it will be a colored smoke bomb.

After Jiang Yun finished his meal at Jiang's house, he returned to the Taoist temple and started the afternoon live broadcast on time.

After all, you have to do one line and love one line.

He flew the drone and introduced Tianyuan Taoist Temple to the water friends.

Except for the main entrance, the other three sides of the Taoist temple are surrounded by bamboo forests. The outside of the temple is lush and green all the year round, and the environment is very good.

Pointing to the stone tablet at the entrance of the Taoist temple, Jiang Yun introduced: "This Taoist temple was first built in the late Ming Dynasty. It was destroyed and burned twice because of the anti-Qing restoration and the anti-Japanese war."

"When Tianyuan Daoist Temple was at its peak, it was one of the best in Wudang Mountain. It's a pity that it is lonely now."

"Pindao grew up here, and my master handed over the Taoist temple to me before he died, so I came back to inherit his mantle."

"Rebuilding the Tianyuan Taoist Temple is my biggest wish right now."

The blooming lily rewarded a money gun, with an additional message: Daoist priest, you taught me lightness kung fu, and I will help you rebuild the Taoist temple.

Jiang Yun was stunned for a moment, and said: "Thank you for the reward, but Pindao still has to emphasize that you must believe in science. There is really no light work in this world."

"Poverty is afraid of heights. I jumped from Zixiao Peak this morning to save someone."

I also heard that to believe in science, the water friends in the live broadcast room would not believe it.

"Understood, no wonder the Taoist priest didn't broadcast Yujian's flight live. It turned out that he was afraid of heights."

"Since I'm afraid of heights, when Yu Jian is flying, I recommend the Taoist priest to add a guardrail to the flying sword."

"Xiu Dao is friendly."

"What kind of guardrails are added? If you have a fear of heights, let the sword lead the way."

Seeing the barrage, Jiang Yun shook his head helplessly.

Netizens nowadays are really crazy after reading novels. There is no such thing as fencing in this world, you have to believe in science!
He came to the main hall of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, which is the Sanqing Hall.

Here are enshrined the statues of the three pure gods, namely Taiqing Daode Tianzun, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun and Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun.

Because of the remote location and low reputation, the Taoist temple has no incense all the year round.

The walls of the Sanqing Hall were peeling off, a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the altar table, and even the paint on the statues had faded.

Jiang Yun cupped his fists and said in a low voice, "Patriarch Sanqing, sin, sin."

He brushed off the dust on the altar, respectfully put three sticks of incense on the statue, and then started to clean the hall.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were amazed.

"Our country's native religion, in troubled times, came out of the mountain to save the country, in prosperous times, he retreated behind closed doors, and the master who drove a Ferrari next door expressed his puzzlement."

"A magic book, to do my best."

"Reviving Taoism is everyone's responsibility. I shared this live broadcast."

"The Daoist is indeed the man I like, and he is really responsible."

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(End of this chapter)